Post by Conan on Dec 24, 2015 22:36:26 GMT
Conan suddenly awoke in what seemed to be a huge line. He first noticed that he was a puff of smoke. Many other people were trying to keep it orderly, but it really didn't help much. He called one of the attendants near him, who was trying to calm the people beside him down, and asked him, "Hey mister? Is this heaven?" The attendant looked at him, and told Conan, "Um, well, if you died, which I'm guessing you did, you get sent to here, the check-in station. This is where all the souls from up there," The attendant took a second to point above him, "Go. Once you get to the front of the line, you will be judged by King Yemma, the person who judges each individual soul and decides to whether put them in heaven or the Home For Infinite Losers. H.F.I.L. For short. You must come up with your most heroic deed in your whole life. But you also have to say your mode wickedist deed. Then, you can go to your respected spot. Rumors say that some warriors are chosen to train with legendary teachers, who train techniques only they can teach. " Conan got excited when the attendant finished his lecture. He gave the man his thanks, and started waiting in line. The people in this line were very grouchy. Someone even tried to cut him! But everyone else shamed him for doing that so he went back to his spot. Good thing too, Conan was going to shove him back into line. Once he was the 6th person in line, he managed to see King Yemma. He was huge. And red. Conan got nervous, but he then looked at his expression. He looked tired, his eyes showed sadness. He wondered why was that until he realized something. He must've been the for, like, all of time! He must be bored! Poor King Yemma! Conan started to get bored as the time passed and he still wasn't close to the Check-In station, but he remained still and silent, he really didn't wanna get in trouble. He then was finally at the front of the line, after what it seemed to be a million years. He stepped forward once King Yemma called on the next person. "Hello King Yemma! Nice to meet you!" Conan said happily as he stared at his desk. It was wonderfully crafted he must say. It seemed to be made out of..Mahogany Perhaps? He looked at King Yemma and started to retell his most heroic deed in a sad tone.
"The most heroic or good thing I've ever done? Well, I would say it was just a few minutes ago," Conan said, the happiness in his eyes gone as he started to remember the sadness, and the pain he had felt. "I used my Solar Flare to try and distract Zyajin, Etoru, and Contagion so Jutsu and Ichiba could escape. But then, Etoru's Shenkai Beam hit me. I failed to protect my friends. I failed." Tears started rolling down his cheeks as he sniffled a little and continued, "I tried my best, I wanted to save everyone, but now i'm gone. I don't even know if they got away or not. But I hope-" The determined flame in his eyes sparked again as if he was still there battling as he continued, "I hope they are ok. If you see any of them, tell them," Conan took a shaky breath, "Tell them i'm sorry. Tell them i'm sorry for failing them, and i'm sorry for not being stronger." Conan stopped right there. He didn't think he'd need to say anymore. Then he started to say his most wickedist deed. "I dislike talking about my wickedist deed, though it is required, so I must. I had almost killed the saiyan child Etoru, when he was still good and a innocent little child. I still regret it to this day. I want to ask for his forgiveness, but I can't right now. He's evil. But I will never forget the pain I caused him." He took a few deep breaths to calm down after saying his most heroic deed and remembering the pain he had caused in his most wickedist, and waited there for what King Yemma would say, and where his next adventure will take place.
"The most heroic or good thing I've ever done? Well, I would say it was just a few minutes ago," Conan said, the happiness in his eyes gone as he started to remember the sadness, and the pain he had felt. "I used my Solar Flare to try and distract Zyajin, Etoru, and Contagion so Jutsu and Ichiba could escape. But then, Etoru's Shenkai Beam hit me. I failed to protect my friends. I failed." Tears started rolling down his cheeks as he sniffled a little and continued, "I tried my best, I wanted to save everyone, but now i'm gone. I don't even know if they got away or not. But I hope-" The determined flame in his eyes sparked again as if he was still there battling as he continued, "I hope they are ok. If you see any of them, tell them," Conan took a shaky breath, "Tell them i'm sorry. Tell them i'm sorry for failing them, and i'm sorry for not being stronger." Conan stopped right there. He didn't think he'd need to say anymore. Then he started to say his most wickedist deed. "I dislike talking about my wickedist deed, though it is required, so I must. I had almost killed the saiyan child Etoru, when he was still good and a innocent little child. I still regret it to this day. I want to ask for his forgiveness, but I can't right now. He's evil. But I will never forget the pain I caused him." He took a few deep breaths to calm down after saying his most heroic deed and remembering the pain he had caused in his most wickedist, and waited there for what King Yemma would say, and where his next adventure will take place.
