Post by Poka on Aug 9, 2014 22:35:22 GMT
Passionate yells could be heard from beyond the walls of The New Turtle School. Poka and the other students were sparring, the half-saiyan facing the full might of the human students. While Poka had no intention of hurting anyone, she asked that her partners for the day hold nothing back. They were all skilled martial artists, but Poka's heritage gave her a natural edge which boosted her confidence, and allowed her to accumulate skills faster than her peers. For the level she was at, she appeared gifted, and showed great control by putting her opponents down relatively easy and not creating any casualties. She looked like she was having fun while doing so, too.
As the master called a stop to the activity, Poka wiped sweat from her brow before falling into line with the rest of the class. Though she knew what was to come, she remained silent, but appeared somewhat nervous and figited with her tail. In an attempt to spare the girl from her anxiety, that master started to speak, but was interrupted by Poka suddenly raising her hand.
"Sensei!" she called out, purposely cutting him off. "I can't leave looking like this. I'm getting too big for this dougi!"
Much to her dismay, Poka realized she'd dropped the bad news bomb herself, and having been so unclear sent the dojo into an uproar. The other students began audibly questioning what she just said, many of them already expecting the worst. With a chuckle, the master silenced the room with a raise of his hand and nodded for Poka to tell them herself. Stiff as a board, the young half-saiyan stepped out of line and spun to face her classmates. The words started spilling out before she even knew what to say.
"I'm sorry, everyone. This last year's been a blast, but there's a whole world or martial arts I want to explore before my time here is up permanently." Giving a peace-sign, she smiled wide before continuing. "I'll always consider the Turtle style to be my true foundation, and I'll never forget what you, my brothers and sisters, have all taught me."
In return, Poka received only silence. Looking confused, she turned to the master who explained that the students would need some time to sort out their feelings. In the meantime, Poka was presented with a gift. New clothes that allowed her to retain mobility, while also giving her a stylish look. No doubt it was designed by the masters grandson who was a terrible martial artist, but a fantastic fashion designer. She was also given a badge with the schools insignia she could stitch on if she so desired.
Far too excited for her own good, Poka hugged and snuggled the outfit like it was a puppy while shamefully running around the dojo while everyone stared in disbelief. Between the time she raced off to change and her return to show off her new look, not a soul could find the words to express how they felt in that moment. Standing before the class, Poka flipped her hair and kicked her hip to one side, fanning out the red tunic that hung below her waist like a coattail.
"It's amazing, thank you, sensei!" she squealed after striking a few mahou shoujo-esque poses, then threw her arms around the master in a hug. "But even if I can't wear it anymore, I'll treasure my dougi forever."
Unable to stop the water works, Poka took one last look at her classmates before speeding out of the dojo. As she lifted into the air via bukujutsu, she laughed to, or maybe at herself while wondering what her father would say if he could see her. That exit was hardly fitting of a Saiyan. Then again, hardly anything she did was.
As the master called a stop to the activity, Poka wiped sweat from her brow before falling into line with the rest of the class. Though she knew what was to come, she remained silent, but appeared somewhat nervous and figited with her tail. In an attempt to spare the girl from her anxiety, that master started to speak, but was interrupted by Poka suddenly raising her hand.
"Sensei!" she called out, purposely cutting him off. "I can't leave looking like this. I'm getting too big for this dougi!"
Much to her dismay, Poka realized she'd dropped the bad news bomb herself, and having been so unclear sent the dojo into an uproar. The other students began audibly questioning what she just said, many of them already expecting the worst. With a chuckle, the master silenced the room with a raise of his hand and nodded for Poka to tell them herself. Stiff as a board, the young half-saiyan stepped out of line and spun to face her classmates. The words started spilling out before she even knew what to say.
"I'm sorry, everyone. This last year's been a blast, but there's a whole world or martial arts I want to explore before my time here is up permanently." Giving a peace-sign, she smiled wide before continuing. "I'll always consider the Turtle style to be my true foundation, and I'll never forget what you, my brothers and sisters, have all taught me."
In return, Poka received only silence. Looking confused, she turned to the master who explained that the students would need some time to sort out their feelings. In the meantime, Poka was presented with a gift. New clothes that allowed her to retain mobility, while also giving her a stylish look. No doubt it was designed by the masters grandson who was a terrible martial artist, but a fantastic fashion designer. She was also given a badge with the schools insignia she could stitch on if she so desired.
Far too excited for her own good, Poka hugged and snuggled the outfit like it was a puppy while shamefully running around the dojo while everyone stared in disbelief. Between the time she raced off to change and her return to show off her new look, not a soul could find the words to express how they felt in that moment. Standing before the class, Poka flipped her hair and kicked her hip to one side, fanning out the red tunic that hung below her waist like a coattail.
"It's amazing, thank you, sensei!" she squealed after striking a few mahou shoujo-esque poses, then threw her arms around the master in a hug. "But even if I can't wear it anymore, I'll treasure my dougi forever."
Unable to stop the water works, Poka took one last look at her classmates before speeding out of the dojo. As she lifted into the air via bukujutsu, she laughed to, or maybe at herself while wondering what her father would say if he could see her. That exit was hardly fitting of a Saiyan. Then again, hardly anything she did was.