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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2015 0:31:00 GMT
(PL:13,236. Medium Weights equiped. PL:6618)
It had been a few weeks since he fought that pink thing in south city. He was fully recovered, and was currently training himself. Gula was floating in mid air while meditating, he looked extremely calm during the meditation. This is his prefered training technique to increase his control over his Ki, as well as increase it. Unknown to those without Ki sensory, Gula was spinning his ki like a whirlpool within his body. The flow was going ever faster, until he haults it and reverses the current. It was so he could adjust his Ki in sudden situations.
Gula was a tall muscular teenager, dressed in a simple black training Gi with silver underclothing. Upon his right pectoral rests the emblem of the school that he is currently the main apprentice off, the Gin school of martial arts. They were a school dedicated to protecting the innocent. Something, that Gula had ignored for far too long. He was doing his best, to repent so he sent out flyers to a lot of different people, inviting them to learn the martial art as a trial run under his tutelage. Only two answered his invitation and they would be there in mere moments.
Gula continued to meditate calmly, while his silver sash waved in the gentle wind of the big city. Unknown to most people, Gula was wearing weighted clothing, his outer torso Gi, his sash, his katana, his wrist bands and his boots were his weighted clothing. He was using them so he can accelerate his training. Gula continued to train his Ki peacefully.
One of the students that were beginning that day was someone that Gula knew, and had fought before. He brought something with him that the student probably would like back. Gula has a arm inside of a rather large glass jar, it's filled with a strange green liquid, which is pickling the arm to preserve it.
Gula opens his eyes suddenly, his trained senses detected someone that was about to arrive within the backyard training grounds. Gula continued to sit in his position and closed his eyes once more. He would feign meditating, to listen to the person's objectives and goals in coming to the dojo. Gula would slowly float upwards and downwards, while listening to the person or people should they talk.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2015 0:37:44 GMT
Drake walked scowling. He had decided to try out this dojo he had kept getting spammed from. He knew he wouldn't join- most likely it was some low power level person thinking he was cool because he controlled Ki. He was somewhat used to the injuries now. His leg of course stil had no feelings, and his arm- well it was gone. He walked with an odd limp with the left leg skidding in the air above the ground. Suddenly he came to a full stop. He had spotted the person who wanted to train him. Immediately his breath hitches and he flew up. E began charging a blast and aimed it at him.
Ballistic Blade Charging
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Post by Mr Winky on Jun 11, 2015 0:59:43 GMT
Castor had received a letter from a dojo he wasn't too familiar with, inviting him to study in the ways of protecting the innocent. He at first dismissed the idea of a school training such martial arts, but reviewed the idea and decided against his first thought. Perhaps he did need some more training. He was about to go up against some of the criminal masterminds of the world, and not to mention demons and aliens, he surely could learn an extra thing or two from this mentor of martial arts.
Arrives with a very formal training gi. It would seem a mixture of both military and training culture. A blue pair of pants and vest with a white belt wrapped around his waist. He had not bothered to hide his ki, as it just didn’t seem like an important enough event to warrant that kind of safety. He sighed deeply and took his first few steps in the backyard as he landed, obviously the last one to arrive, or very early to the lessons. He seemed to have intruded on something, keening on to the fact there must have been something going on between the two, or at least Drake’s case.
But Castor himself narrowed his eyes as he investigated the teacher. Silver. Memories of the events that occurred at the village that was destroyed by a flash of silver, flashed before his eyes. He shook his head dismissing the thoughts.
“I’m Daniel, I’m here for the training? I have the pamphlet here.” He waved the invitation in his right hand as he hung out in the open. He could sense the tension in the air, and took it upon himself to try and alleviate it by placing a spare hand on Drake's shoulder. "Here to train as well friend?" he'd smile and speak in a soft calm tone, hopefully distracting him enough to not charge his attack and launch it. They were here to train after all, and this was no way to begin introductions.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2015 1:56:00 GMT
Gula simply continued to pretend to meditate so he can listen in on his new potential students. He would turn his position in the air until his front can be viewed by the two weaker men. Gula still had his pure ebony eyes closed, so he could continue to pretend to be meditating. He would open his eyes ever so slightly, and saw that one of them was charging a energy attack, and was going to launch it at him. It would more than likely be able to hit him, and cause some considerable harm.
He keeps one eye open and trained on it, so he can dodge the attack and make it appear that he simply sensed it coming. But even the best martial artist would not be able to dodge something coming at them if it's stronger, with their eyes closed, and actually meditating. After the Daniel introduces himself, Gula slowly descends from his position. Standing up to his full height, Gula looks at the two of them.
"Hello, my name is Neo Himura. I will be training the two of you today. After a couple training exercises, we will spar one on one, than two on one. We will all be able to gain useful experience from the training. If you would like to continue training under me, you can come back at anytime."
Gula looks at Drake, before standing aside. He picks up the pickled arm, and walks it to the man. He shows the man no fear in the attack he was charging. He places the large jar in front of him.
"This belongs to you, you can get it surgically reattached after depickling it. I apologize for my demeanor a couple weeks back, and the week before that. I was merely lost on the roads of life, and chose the wrong path. I do hope you can forgive me."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2015 2:48:51 GMT
Why was Gula here? He couldn't believe it. The man- or Saiyan- who had tore apart his life was here trying to teach him. What was wrong with the sick fucked uo bastard! He couldn't believe it. Another 'student' came into place. He was in a much more professional outfit than him for this situation, but he didn't care. His scouter told him it was a measly 3,350 powerlevel. "I'm Daniel, I'm here for training?" he said sounding like he wasn't aure if he really was. He then had the nerve to go up to him- him!- and put his hand on his shoulder trying to calm him. "Here to train as well friend?" he then said in a soothing voice as if it would affect anything. "Friend, I will no train under this monster!" he shouted at him turning to show the place where his arm used to be. He then back flipped in mid-air and kicked his chest. He out enough power in it to push him back, but not truly do any damage. He turned to Gula.
Hello, my name is Neo Himura. I will be training the two of you today. After a couple training exercises, we will spar one on one, than two on one. We will all be able to gain useful experience from the training. If you would like to continue training under me, you can come back at anytime." Neo was his name? He glared at him his hate obviously showing.
"This belongs to you, you can get it surgically reattached after depickling it. I apologize for my demeanor a couple weeks back, and the week before that. I was merely lost on the roads of life, and chose the wrong path. I do hope you can forgive me." His eyes went wide at the sight. His anger rose and he started breathing heavily, shoulders rising. "Chose the wrong path! YOU'VE DESTROYED VILLAGES SLAUGHTERING THEM ALL AND TORE OFF MY ARM!" he screamed at him. He tinted to the arm. His arm flung out and a blade of intense heat and energy smashed into it.
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Post by Mr Winky on Jun 11, 2015 3:08:24 GMT
Drake’s tone dripped with mockery as he delivered a swift kick to Castor’s chest in mid-flip. A few steps was all he could stagger as he regained his footing, a spare hand reaching up to clutch at where the foot delivered its blow. He growled lowly with a sneer, retaining his attitude of a gray neutral approach. He knew something wasn’t right about the pair he had just encountered. He kept his distance and chose to observe rather than intervene at this point in time.
The story somewhat unfolded as Neo presented Drake’s limb, saying that he could get it surgically reattached. Which was true, in this current day and age, reattaching a limb was a simple procedure. It was no longer the end of the world for some. And then Drake exposed Neo for the apparent monster he accused him to be, a destroyer of villagers and remover of limbs. This caused Castor to lean forward with intrigue, hoping to find some kind of explanation to these accusations.
He kept his stance rigid and poise, hoping to be more prepared should any more attacks be lashed out. It looked like he would be here for more than just a training lesson.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2015 3:33:01 GMT
"You are right, I have acted like a monster in the past. But people can change, I chose a path of destruction because I believed that, by doing so I'd be welcomed back on my home planet of Vegeta. I chose a path of destruction because for the first five years of my life, the pod I came to this planet in taught me that I had to destroy, I had to end lives, I had to do so many horrible things before I could have a chance to go back. I will not lie I have made mistakes, and I am currently repenting for those mistakes. Part of repenting is apologizing to those wronged, and try to make up to them. But ask yourself this, if you were brainwashed would you behave any differently than I did? And when you discover the brainwashing, wouldn't you try to make amends?"
Gula stared at Drake fiercely defending himself. They were not excuses they were cold hard facts, he was brainwashed into believing he would be able to go back to Vegeta after destroying as much as he could for a hypothetical invasion by the Saiyan Race. Now, he wanted to repent and the best way to do so was to train as many people as he could to be as strong as they could be to prevent the hypothetical invasion.
"Whether you like me or not, you still need training. Who better then the person that defeated you twice? I know your faults, and weaknesses. One of your faults is your anger. One of my faults is, when I do something I do it with extreme prejudice. I will complete whatever I need to without any hesitation, including repentance, restoration, and protection of the weak. I know I have spat on the teachings of this school, but I shall uphold them with all my ability."
He wasn't fazed in the lightest from the blast of energy destroying the man's arm. He was a idiot for not seeing what was in front of him. Gula was trying to help him, and repent for what he has done. It didn't completely matter what happened in the past. Gula got over his brainwashing, and was trying to become a better person. If this man wanted to fight, than Gula will fight but he will not use his full power to do so.
This man had a right to injure Gula as much as he could, aside from tearing things off because he simply wasn't powerful enough to do so, though he could quite easily kill Gula with his weights on but he would get quite the fight as Gula would not back down, from anything.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2015 4:02:31 GMT
He wasn't sure how to react. "You are right, I have acted like a monster in the past. But people can change, I chose a path of destruction because I believed that, by doing so I'd be welcomed back on my home planet of Vegeta. I chose a path of destruction because for the first five years of my life, the pod I came to this planet in taught me that I had to destroy, I had to end lives, I had to do so many horrible things before I could have a chance to go back. I will not lie I have made mistakes, and I am currently repenting for those mistakes. Part of repenting is apologizing to those wronged, and try to make up to them. But ask yourself this, if you were brainwashed would you behave any differently than I did? And when you discover the brainwashing, wouldn't you try to make amends?" he said in what sounded like a very passionate speech. He looked back at him unsure, then floated back to the ground. "Fate and Choice. Fate- you were brainwashed into this, thought it was what you were supposed to die. Choice- you became better though much to late." he said laying it out in his philosophy. "You may be a better person but I am not. While you become all righteous I have no reason to. I am an assassin. I am paid to kill. I do not care for evil or good- I care for money and living. My need ultimately comes above others. I do not consider myself evil- I do not enjoy killing. Yet fate rules me. I was sold to an assassin at a young age and that is all I can do, my only choice besides live on the street. You cannot expect me to do easily forgive you. I will acknowledge you seem a better person, however I won't forgive you much less learn under you. But I will fancy your need for today." He turned to the old person by a few years who actually intended to learn. "Fight me. Neo will instruct you on how to be better," he said shooting a large Ki blast at Danny.
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Post by Mr Winky on Jun 11, 2015 4:39:46 GMT
If his sources served him well, it would lead him to believe that the monster that had destroyed the village he aided not too long ago, was this Neo. It would not have been a surprise as he explained his history. Brainwashed within a saiyan attack space pod. Castor had done his research on the saiyan race and their tactics within his first few weeks as a new member of the Blue Banner Army. So how could he hold someone responsible for the destruction of a village, if he wasn’t rightly in his own true state of mind?
Theories flooded his thoughts on how he should approach this situation. By the books, he should have this man cuffed and sent to prison for investigation, but on the other hand he has his reasons and is trying to go down the path of redemption, which Castor respected. He would pull him in for investigation at a later date, for the time being, he needed to learn.
Thankfully he had prepared himself for any oncoming attacks from both parties, though he wasn’t sure he could dodge in time, let alone all of it. If he had the time to dodge, he would be grazed on the side of his arm. Drake was surely stronger than he was. He reached for his pockets and pulled out his scouter, equipping it to his left ear and activating it.
>>Power Level: 8,587
>>Record Session? – Affirmative
>>Recording…
He hunched down into his standard close quarter combat stance, readying himself for the next attack. Thanks to Viktor’s calibrations with the scouter, he would be able to record the training session for further analysis later on.
“I’ve yet to learn your name. Who are you?” he sneered, Castor’s body beginning to heat up as he converted his ki for fuel to prepare his next attack.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2015 18:22:59 GMT
Frowning while listening to his prospective student, Gula waited for the end. He felt the killing intent within the human in front of him and unsheathed his katana as fast as he could with his weights on. He didn't want to take them off, but he knew he probably would not beat the assassin in front of him. Anticipating the ki attack, Gula ran towards Daniel before stopping in front of him. Summoning his ki to his hands and flowing it outwards to coat his blade with it, Gula got into a defensive position.
He had his katana grasped in two hands, it glowed with the pure silver aura that his dojo was famous for. He had his legs spread out, with his body low to the ground, a good position to reduce the strain of Gula blocking the ki technique. He had this accomplished while the Ki blast flew towards both Gula and Daniel. Bracing for impact, Gula dug the heels of his boots into the ground. He winced when the blast struck his katana, he held his ground while it continued to push.
Soon, the blast explodes in Gula's face causing considerable damage but not enough to take him out of the fight. It was only enough damage that would effect his movement and attack speed. He looked behind him at Daniel.
"Daniel, right? We're going to need to work together to stop him. I'm wearing weights at this moment. It'll take too long to take them off, so I'll be fighting at around half my normal prowess. Do you understand?"
Gula turned his attention back on the assassin in front of them, he breathed in and then back out slowly. He knew this wasn't going to be good, and he also knew if he were to try and take his weights off, the man would take that opportunity to strike and really damage him. He was in a lot of pain from the damage he took, but he could ignore it until the end of the fight than he'd really have to go to the hospital to heal.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2015 23:09:22 GMT
The much weaker warrior got into a stance. He looked ready to rumble despite his smaller power level. "I've yet to learn you're name, who are you?" the older for said with a sneer. It seemed he was charging Ki. Suddenly Neo ran in between the fight. The silver katana that had stabbed into foot to trap him to the ground in their last fight. His heels dug into the ground as the silver Ki infused blade blocked the shot. His boat existed and did considerable damage to his face but it wouldn't hinder him too much. He then came toto making introductions! While he was fighting!
Daniel, right? We're going to need to work together to stop him. I'm wearing weights at this moment. It'll take too long to take them off, so I'll be fighting at around half my normal prowess. Do you understand?" he said with a voice that sounded a lot more like a teacher than the warrior he knew. He gave him an odd look. He flew high up and turned to the dual. With his missing hand and useless leg, this might be difficult fighting the pair. He sat there ready. If they shot any thing he would twist and dodge it. If they came in physical he would rush them and hit with a right hook flopped by a left jab then kick ten away.
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Post by Mr Winky on Jun 11, 2015 23:32:20 GMT
Neo darted in front of him and took most of the blast as he blocked it. Impressive to say the least, even more so having admitted to wearing weights. On top of this all, was that silver aura. This confirmed his suspicions about his history. This man fit every description given to him about the destroyer of the village. Castor would surely enjoy to hear what was going through his mind at the time to find out why and how he did what he did.
But now was not the ideal time for that kind of work. This was training. The other man never gave him his name, and now it looked like he was to work with the very man he hunted in order to get the upper hand on the one armed warrior. How times have changed.
“Aye.” Was all he said to Neo, with a nod. He understood what the go was with the situation, and focused on Drake. He took to the skies. Not something he was particularly fond of, as he preferred the earth over air when it came to combat.
>> Distance: 10 meters and rising… 11… 12…
He was within range. All he needed to do was blanket the area in front of him and maybe Drake in flame, and it should force him to focus on that attack to give him the upper hand for his next attack, or at least stall him long enough to counter Drake’s assault. Inhaling deeply, he spews forth a torrent of flame that surges towards Drake.
((Flamethrower [N1] - User breathes out and maintains a torrent of flames that fly out for at least 20 meters ))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 0:14:44 GMT
Watching the human in front of him fly into the air, Gula thought about a strategy that'll allow him to win this fight. He did not want to damage his adoptive father's house, nor did he want to damage the backyard, or the surrounding buildings. He flies up, to five meters.
"Stop, lets take this out of the city, or above it so we do not damage anything around here."
He looks down at Daniel, he did not know if the human below him could fly nor did he know if he could maintain his flight for limitless amounts of time, but he would have to take that chance. He really did not want to fight within the city where the three of them could cause untold amounts of damage, especially Drake due to him being able to completely destroy the city with mere thought.
"If you can, you should start flying using your bukujutsu technique should you know one."
He looks up at the young man above them, he wanted to reach him. This young man was heading towards the path of destruction, a path that Gula partially set him on. It was partially his responsibility to either end him, or set him on the right path. Hoping that this would work, but he knew it might not and the assassin would simply laugh in Gula's face.
"I know you do not like me, nor human life in general. But can you just come with us outside the city? With you and me fighting inside it, it will be damaged considerably. I do not think you want to attract the attention of the protectors of this world. If this city is destroyed, they will hunt you down and kill you."
He was confident that this would work and the assassin would agree to leave the city with them. Even though Gula could not sense energy, he could tell that Drake would be able to destroy the city easily, because when he was as strong as Drake is, he knew he could destroy a city. He did not destroy one, due to it'd attract too much attention to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 0:39:15 GMT
He watched the two. He guessed they would try to attack him at the same time. Instead only the weaker one did. A torrent of flame came at him. Deciding to show off, he stood in place. The flames would only be around 1k powerlevel co pared to his 8.5 k. He smiled at them feeling good as heat blistered weaker spots of skin. He shouted and pulled his left arm to his belt. Energy formed slowly as it turned to a blade.
"Stop, lets take this out of the city, or above it so we do not damage anything around here," he said to his surprise. Since when did 'Neo' care about damage?[/b] "I know you do not like me, nor human life in general. But can you just come with us outside the city? With you and me fighting inside it, it will be damaged considerably. I do not think you want to attract the attention of the protectors of this world. If this city is destroyed, they will hunt you down and kill you,"[/b] he then said to his growing confusion. "You think I do not care about human life," he said in a cold voice. "Believe it not, I do not kill for fun unlike some people. I only do it because that is my job. I did not choose this life. I was sold, and that's all I can do. It is not my fault if fate chose me for this job. The people who die by my hand are chosen by fate. Except for you. When I wil kill you this wil be only choice not fate."
"Ballistic Blade!" he shouted letting lose. The knife made of pure energy and heat flew straight at the student of Gula's.
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Post by Mr Winky on Jun 12, 2015 0:58:31 GMT
Castor knew how to fly alright. He took it upon himself to make that one of the first techniques he learned when he began his training in ki manipulation. This was supposed to be a training exercise, there was supposed to be no worry about damaging the area, let alone the dojo. What had he gotten himself into? He didn’t command much authority within the Blue Banner Army to request assistance should things get too hairy, nor did he have the strength to fight off either combatant.
He rose into the air and followed the duo, maintaining his distance seeing as he had become a prime target of Drake’s, whether that was because he was a contract or just the weakest link remained to be seen. He had done no wrong against this man, yet he warranted his focus. Neo was right in taking this to another area though, the damage that could ensue in this ‘training’ could very well lead to a lot of destruction within the city. And if Neo was the one who single handily destroyed that village… imagine what Drake could do.
The two conversed and exchanged words, and Castor simply kept his distance and allowed his scouter to continue recording, keeping most thoughts to himself at the moment. So Neo was on the path to redemption, whilst Drake believes him to be a mercenary of fate. Castor scoffed and shook his head as he was yet again the focus of Drake’s attack. He focused his energy into his feet and flew in a straight backwards motion, and then begun to sway to the side to avoid the attack.
“A man who talks a good fight, yet fails to follow through with it and instead attacks someone completely different… Why harbor hate if you don’t have the willpower to focus and direct your own attacks…” Castor thought to himself. He took on another defensive stance and held his distance from the duo. If he really was the focus of his attacks, better he remain this far and distract him.
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