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Post by itame on Feb 26, 2016 5:02:51 GMT
(Thread PL 3100) The sun was beginning to rise upon the horizon, and the morning mist was setting in on the vegetation of the forest. Slowly the young warrior would rise out of his tent his eyes blurry from the long nights sleep. Taking his right hand he would begin to massage his eyelids trying to bring a sense of clarity to his sight. A yawn would escape from deep within the man, but would be abruptly halted by the sound of his stomach growling. With his free left hand he would clench his stomach trying to control the pain he was beginning to feel from his hunger. It was time to go catch some breakfast to fight the hunger that was consuming his body. The warrior would begin to run through the forested area until he picked up on the sound of a deer rubbing its antlers against the bark of a tree. The warrior would look on in awe; not with the majesty of the beast, but from the thought of sinking his teeth into that delicious meat that was standing before him. Leaping like a savage animal the warrior appeared before the deer with little to no hesitation. Throwing a powerful punch at the deer only to his dismay that the deer vanished from his line of sight. Disappointed by the loss of his prey the warrior would fall to his knees. Why was he so helpless? Why couldn’t he ever find a steady meal? Just when all hope was about lost the warrior spotted a wild patch of strawberries growing on the ground not far from where he was knelt down. Tears would begin to form in the warriors eye; he would get to eat something. Without a second thought he was yanking the fruit from the vine devouring them as if they were the only food left on the planet. To him, this was all there was right at the moment; him and the food the God’s had graciously gifted him with. Wiping the red juice from the fruit away from his mouth he would smile. He would then place his hands together praying, “Thank you for the meal.” Walking back into the camp he had built he began to ponder what his next move was going to be. A few strawberries weren’t going to last him for long there was going to have to be a plan set in stone in order for him to be able to focus on his training. With the newfound energy he had recieved from eating the fruit he quickly stood to his feet, and began to shadow box. He had to make himself stronger; he couldn’t spend all of his time trying to catch some food. His skills as a fighter were starting to get rusty due to his neglect to his skills. After about an hour his body was starting to perspire from the training he was putting his body through. Flopping to the ground stretching his limbs, and letting a sigh escape his body, “What to do next.”
Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 5:16:18 GMT
[PL;1, Turn thread into x10 thread as we are going to do GRAVITY TRAINING!]
While you wondered what to do next, you saw a humanoid man starting to wander himself towards you with a certain creature yet a obvious lack of a head at this very moment on its shoulders making its way towards you, tapping his cane against the ground lighty. Starting to groan while moving forwards with light steps before tapping that cane of his against your body, without giving a mere moment for introductions he continued his tapping to get you to move around.
"Come on, If you arent going to get in the posture to box you arent getting your food, show me a good right hook and i may start helping you chew on something better than crying on strawberries"
Lightly smiling before starting to drop the deer onto the ground, you could see the red coverings of his fist being visible to your eyes while doing a light jab causing the wind to rush past us before simply shaking his old head and starting to chuckle.
"A boxer should not lower himself to live in the forest without neccesary knowledge, you are training on something that is not fit for you. You need expierience, warriors to fight against and even creatures that are able to outpower you can easily make way for you to do something akin to this, Yet i have something more interesting for you to perform in... But are you willing?"
Opening a small capsule and starting to type a short serial code into it before it became obvious what he was trying to do. A small house appearing before himself and the realization of a gravity chamber attached to it, only inviting chaos to the entire charade going on in this moment before then straightening his body and preparing his muscles for if this person was even able to assign himself the challenge of going through this.
"I am giving you one chance to accept the training of a old humble fool y'know? Somebody who has expierienced fights in his own youth yet is now bound to the powerlevel of one, or are you going to feel suprised that i even managed to take out a beast like this deer within a single blow and just stagger there? Come on, Get inside, Do take of your shoes, we are going to get busy!"
Laughing loudly all the way while showing his unprotective backside, willingly going to put you through a powerfull training regime and going to get you back in shape before you would get that meat outside. Just imagine that fatty deer slowly being roasted and melting on your tongue just after getting a training session of somebody stumbling upon you? How did he even find you, but he did seem in quite a rush, so it may be the best to not completely push yourself in a corner and follow his advise for once. Maybe even you can find yourself a training master that would last longer than you imagine with the speed you have been improving lately.
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Post by itame on Feb 26, 2016 5:44:59 GMT
Itame would be taken off guard by the sound of someone speaking in the distance. What was going on he hadn’t sensed anyone in his particular area. Where exactly had this man come from, and how the hell did he kill that deep lying before him. The young man had tried with every ounce of his skill to be able to bag that deer. His mouth was salivating as he imagined the taste of the meat hitting the deepest pits of his stomach. The blood of the deer smeared across the man’s hand. He was hiding something, the young man wasn’t sure what, but it was something. Rising to his feet he would take in the words of the man who was criticizing the rustiness of his fighting style. The man then tossed a capsule to the ground which erupted into a cloud of smoke, and when the smoke cleared there was a house, which was equipped with a gravity chamber. He had heard of the great effects that a gravity chamber could have on a warrior during training. The thought of using this training to learn more about martial arts from someone who seemed to be well seasoned from combat. “Well, if I must train with you for the meat then I am in. Seems like a win win situation for me; I can get stronger, and feast.” Noting from the fact that the old man was stretching himself preparing his muscles from the weight they were about to endure the man would mimic his movements. “I believe I am going to have to warm up for this.” After getting his body loosened up he would begin to tighten his muscles as he slipped through the barrier of the white dome. The room was empty, and looked like something he had read in some science fiction book as a child. The only thing that was present in the room was a large computer that he figured was used to set the gravity intensity. Once inside the warrior would look at the old man; whose name he didn’t even know. “Hey old man, I appreciate you taking the time to train me. I just have one question though; who the hell are you? My name is Itame, and I look forward to this precious gift you have graced me with.” The warrior would then await the old man to set the gravity to its desired setting. Clenching his fists, and spreading his legs he would prepare himself for the intense force that was about to come crashing down on him. “R-ready when you are old man!” A sense of nervousness would seem to escape the warrior from the stuttering of his speech. The truth was he had never been in a situation like this, and he wasn’t entirely sure how his body would hold up to the force of the machine. There was no turning back now though; he had to become stronger to ultimately complete his goal. Shaking off the nervousness he would have an intense look form across his face. Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 5:50:53 GMT
While turning on the gravity chamber, he knew he was in for a treat, preparing his entire body for the brunt of the force while letting out a groan, knowing that he had nothing to reduce the damage from this entire charade while starting to pull as much power as he could, slowly drawing upon hana's energy as small vines started to form around his body, a voice slowly whispering towards him about how he could hold on with her power, but he knowingly accepted. Knowing that his own strenght is not what brought him forwards in life, Ayumu slowly making his way forwards a few paces in the gravity chamber while starting to throw a few jabs and waiting for you to mimic it, hoping to increase your resistances and possibly even increasing your strenght to a point where you could punch at the power of ten itame's... But this worry was still there, wondering why you had picked boxing, why you were training in this vacinity or why you were starving before slowly coughing and speaking softly.
"My name is Ayumu, i am a simple man who trains those i deem worthy from a single glance, continiously waiting for people and wandering over the planet. Keep throwing jabs while every fifth one you must deliver a strong hook with yer other hand, but during this time, could you please tell me what exactly you have been doing in this forest? Call it suspicion but if i am going to trust a person i must know why a pal... a student is starving itself audibly in the forest. This is a crime towards those muscles of yours, you could practice more instead of doing something akin to this you know?"
Thinking about mercenary work, Farm work, other types of work that one could indulge yourself in before simply shaking and then starting to gather a soft amount of energy from the depth of hana's vines around his body, her entire body struggling to keep him up while the real powerlevel within him started to slowly seep out. 66798, it was a massive number yet what was more frightening was how his powerlevel was so close to zero at the start of this yet he seemed so lively at this very moment. Continiously showing pointers about these jabs you have been delivering, knowing that normal fighting is not something a person just does. Every single fight is originally part of a fighting style in the debts of a human their skill, continiously pulling more and more strenght from the techniques that are ingrained in their bodies before being able to turn into a massive beast of power, capable of destroying planets with their earth shattering punches. Although keeping up this act of holding on the gravity and seemingly showing superiority was starting to become hard to notice, as if naturally adapting to this gravity due to previous expieriences on higher gravities from other planets. It was peculiar how simply attempting to move forwards on a planet so diffrent to ours assists training in such a small little chamber so much. Yet what was more interesting was the loyalty of this fellow after going through the first moments of gravity, going to inspect the body of this person for any instant showing traits of damage, making it more obvious that two levels of ki were obviously apparant within himself.
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Post by itame on Feb 26, 2016 6:17:48 GMT
Itame would grown as the force of the gravity chamber came crashing down upon his body. His body would begin to drop, but the warrior as if tapping into some primal sense to strive caught himself at a kneel. He couldn’t bow down to something so simple; he had to survive in order to bring forth retribution for his mother’s death. Slowly the warrior would struggle himself to his feet his legs shaking from the intensity of the gravity. Sweat was beginning to form on the brow of the warrior as he struggled to maintain his balance. “It's a pleasure to meet you Ayumu, it truly is an honor to meet a mentor of your caliber.” Just what kind of power does this man truly have to be able to so easily endure the weight of the gravity that he was having so much trouble handling himself. The old man then gave him the order to start jabbing. Struggling the warrior would raise his arms, his muscles veining as he forced them to contort against gravity until they were in a boxing stance. He would then begin to throw jabs, though due to the gravity they were so hard to throw that they were slow enough a toddler could avoid them. After the 5th jab he hooked his right arm delivering a right hook, but with similar results to the jabs. He continued this monotonous process as he was scolded by the man for treating his muscles poorly. “The reason I am out here starving myself to death is because I am weak; I was taught that survival was the best way to improve your fighting skills. So, I have starved trying to sirvive the wilderness. Though you can obviously see the outcome I have come to terms with; an obvious failure. I just want to protect the weak, using the fighting style that I have used all my life. My mother was killed when I was young, and I was helpless. I want to be strong to help those who can’t help themselves, is that so wrong?!” The warrior would shout as he continued his jabs, and following up with a right hook. The amount of force required to throw the punches was less, but not enough to really change the velocity of the attacks. “I have realized something today that I never thought I would, I need to dedicate to my training. My strength is for the people of this planet, and I will die for my cause.” Anger would begin to well up in the the warrior causing him to fight through the pain of throwing the punches. He could feel the difference from the moment he first second of the chamber being activated. His legs were no longer shaking as bad as they were during the beginning. “You said you only train those you deem as worthy; does that mean that I am worthy?” The warrior would would continue his punches as he awaited an answer from the old man that was there mentoring his training. Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 6:47:33 GMT
While waiting for you to get up on your legs, he simply ignored the words of praise that came from you, obviously intriguid in the training methods that you normally performed before simply shaking his head softly and starting to slam his feet on the ground, bringing both his hands forwards while small wooden hands, femine hands started to become visible. placing themselves together infront of him, he started to slowly take deep breaths before a sudden ripple in the air started to form.
"Do you think you are worthy of victory yourself?!"
Slamming both his hands backwards, towards his torso while taking a single deep breath, moving his hands forwards as a powerfull movement, you could see a sudden ripple of energy starting to expand outwards. It was not as if he fired a blast, instead he had started to move his muscles in a specific manner to cause a rippling effect to cascade outwards, deploying a blast of extreme pressure. Shouting at the top of his lungs, in this extremely pressurized area of gravity.
"Rokuougan!"
Yet everything froze for that split moment, what you saw was not some sort of formulation from ki, magic or any kind of energy, even in this extremely pressurized area it was merely a attack that would be caused from gathering the strenght from your muscles, tensing them instantly at such a speed that it blasted a shockwave into the muscles of the other person, cutting into their nerval systems and damaging their internal organs. A vicious move as he displayed it before yourself before turning towards you and showing the cuts on his hands from using it while smirking widely.
"Power does not come to you because you want it, Power finds you because you have somebody to protect and because you have something to strive for. The only reason i am here is because i am teaching people who demand power that they should shut the fuck up and accept the beatings while teaching the other people that desire strenght to protect how to make their future bright and beautifull. So let me ask you here, right and now in this area where every step is like a weight of ten upon your shoulders!"
Moving forwards in rapid paces while pointing towards the middle, pointing to where the move had been performed and sliced through the air itself creating a massive influx of damage potential in a single area. His face showing determination and a unlimited amount of passion within his gaze, almost as if he did not see you as a mere sparring partner, a mere student, but somebody with a burning future, somebody that could ascend beyond this.
"Go in there! Get in the middle and master this difficulty! Learn the Rokuougan and survive this times ten gravity chamber! Become worthy of those you want to protect and stand above the faults you have made in your past! Who am i to complain to you when you fail when you do it doing what you wanted to do!? Just stand up and do it again! And again! till the day we all die, because i am sure as hell not going to give up on you or ANYBODY"
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Post by itame on Feb 26, 2016 22:07:47 GMT
Itame would watch on in awe as the old man pulled his fists back to his side, and then without hesitation delivered a series of powerful punches that erupted forth cutting through the denseness of the atmosphere. What on Earth was this sort of power that he had just witnessed? This was a power that the old man had referred to as Rokuougan. This was a power that he was certain if he was able to master he would become stronger. The attack didn’t appear to use any sort of ki so he deduced that it had to do with the form of the muscles in his body. The smile of the old man was bright as he saw the fists of the man where he had delivered the series of punches cutting up his hands causing them to bleed. This technique literally was going to require blood sweat, and tears in order for him to learn them. The words of Ayumu were wise, and very showing of his age, and battle prowess. Power didn’t come from a want, but from an unwielding striving to become stronger in order to protect those in need. “If that is what power is; then what the hell am I moping for? I have been downing myself for years. The past is done, time to soar I will no longer be a caged bird.” He would nod when his master told him to make his way to the center of the weighted chamber. Forcing himself to the center of the chamber at the fastest speed possible. Once in the center of the chamber he could feel the full weight of the 10 times gravity on his body. His body slouching from the exhaustion that was beginning to set in. Was he truly going to be able to do this, and continue with the training? The answer was obvious to the warrior, he was going to kick this chambers ass; the old man had lit a fire in the eyes of the warrior one that he had never experienced before. Rising to a fighting stance the warrior would exhale drawing his fists to the side of his body, and would begin to tighten the muscles in his arms drawing them back as the old man had demonstrated. The thoughts of all of the people in the world who were being wronged by the evil of the world ran through the mind of the warrior. He was going to put the heart, soul, and dreams of all of those people into his fists. He wanted the enemy to know that those people had dreams, hopes, and ambitions. He was going to ensure this! Then with a rapid thrust of his hands he would shout; “Rokuougan!” The warrior could feel a small amount of force erupting from his fists causing a small ripple in the atmosphere. Looking down at his hands he had noted that his knuckles were beginning to bleed slightly. “Master am I doing this right?” The warrior would mutter as he delivered some jabs, and back to a right hook all while forcing himself to bob, and weave side to side. The warrior would note that it was becoming a little easier to move his body. Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 23:44:40 GMT
Your expression on your face was like a gift from the gods itselfs to Ayumu while he started to bring both his hands together while forming a small stair out of a wooden material growing from his back, sitting down on it softly while resting his old bones for a split second before taking out a long metallic glove that fitted upon one person their arms, passing one towards you, he equipped a rather unique looking one on himself too. Constantly testing the tools that he had at his disposal and soon finding them comfortable he began speaking his reactions.
"A caged bird can not compare to the fury that burns in your heart, a fury that could burn down a entire population just by the sheer will of the strenght you have hidden within your body, a powerfull vortex that you can not let go at all times. Become one with it, Feel it coursing in your body as this gauntlet tenses your muscles within the right positions for every movement that you wish to depict. Relax them as you place yourself in a forwards moving momentum before exploding outwards!"
Starting to order you to perform something akin to a shuffling dance, where your body took a few steps forwards, bringing them together and pushed the air away in this extremely heavy atmosphere like a flowing river. Yet upon a closer inspection using your ki sense, you started to find that what he was pushing was not ki at all, he was not even using such a energy in the slightest. At this very moment, he was using the energy that his muscles naturally seeped out and reinforced it with magical energy, containing it with his arms as he tensed his energy the moment everything relaxed before pushing it outwards through his palms slowly when tensing up. Constantly creating a source of energy before increasing the way it moved outwards, a fine controll being shown upon the way the explosive path travelled in a massive circulair motion, refusing to move forwards upon leaving his palms, it instead travelled outwards and tried to inflict damage on the insides of a person. What was this curious move that seemed to draw upon a energy so akin to ki yet it was such a far of example? You could sense magical energy but at the same time what you were feeling was something more along the lines of a hybrid, the energy that was made from a perfect marriaged unison between magic and ki, the teamwork between a warrior and a mage in the same body. Constantly refusing to stop supporting each other and performing everything at speeds that were uncanny at first but even more so unpredicted. Entirely new manners of fighting becoming apparant as even your form of firing ki blasts would start to become to change by following this practice, a form of blobbing up the ki energy and punching it forwards towards those people infront of you, litterally punching hardened ki energy at people!
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Post by itame on Feb 28, 2016 2:30:30 GMT
Itame was excited, and uplifted by the praising words of his master, and would smirk. Sweat seemingly pouring from the face of the warrior as he endured the increased weight of the atmosphere. Itame would listen to the careful instructions of the wandering sensei, and would nod; he finally had an idea of how the attack was actually used. The theory behind this style of attack was something like a shockwave coming forth from his hand creating a powerful punch. His thoughts would wander to whether he would be able to use this type of attack with other techniques other than punches. He finally had an idea of a fighting style that if he could master would be able to take on the world. The warrior would begin to force his body to spring throughout the room beginning to shift his body forcing throughout the weighted room. Was he just imagining things; or was he beginning to move a little faster than before. After planting both of his feet firmly he began to deliver a series of left jabs followed shortly after by a right hook. It wasn’t just his legs, but his arms were also beginning to feel lighter. It was time he was prepared to attempt the powerful attack that his sensei was trying to teach him. His mind would make its way back to the thought of those innocent people, and how desperately they wanted to live in peace. He would slowly draw his arms back to his side, and would inhale as his arms drifted to their resting position. The warrior would tense his muscles in his arms. Stepping forward without hesitation the warrior would quickly relax his muscles as he thrusted his arms forward. “Rokuougan!” As his fists collided with the atmosphere two shockwaves formed around his fists causing the atmospheric tension to ripple like waves in the ocean. Sweating pouring from the brow of the warrior his breathing was heavier than it once was. A sharp pain would begin to pulsate across the hands of the warrior, and a sensation of a warm liquid flowing across his fists. The warrior would look down at his once cut hands only to notice that his fists were pretty cut up. He would then look up at his master, and would mutter “that felt a lot better than the first time; though it is still lacking in strength.” The warrior would begin to continue his footwork bobbing, and weaving, raising and lowering his shoulders. After a few rounds of his footwork he began to continue his jabs, and hooks. “There are so many possibilities for this technique; I can’t wait to master it, and explore different avenues with it.” His body was beginning to get lighter; he could almost feel the muscles in his body ripping; there was one thing for sure he was going to be sore as hell in the morning. He would await a response from the old man for he valued his wisdom. Itame would note that the elderly man that had been watching idly over his training had vanished from his sight. He was unsure of where the man had disappeared to, but regardless he continued his training. Bobbing, and weaving he continued to deliver punches to the blank space that was the air. The pressure that had once been too much for him to deal with was becoming light, and easier for him to move around in. He would continue a regimen of jabbing then following up with a right hook, and then dropping to the ground doing a set of twenty push ups. After his push ups he would jump back to his feet; then would run 4 laps around the room, and would continue the repetitive task of the cycle. Once his body felt fully accustomed to the weight of the chamber he would hunch over grabbing his hips to support his sweating body. “Man, this training is no joke. I really need to invest some of my zeni in a chamber.” Sighing the warrior would look around the chamber for the man, but couldn’t locate him anywhere. “Well I guess I will just let myself out.” Walking out of the chamber the warrior could feel the difference in his body instantly. He felt light as a leaf, and like he could lift a mountain on his broad shoulders. He would begin to hop trying to become accustomed to his newfound conditioning. The wind would whip in the distance sending a refreshing breeze encompassing the warrior's sweat drenched body. He had endured the 10x gravity, and he had mastered it. Though he was unable to master the technique that the old man had attempted to teach him. He had a grasp on the technique, and its fundamentals. He was prepared to dedicate himself to mastering it. He was eternally grateful for the assistance of the wandering tutor that had trained him intensely. Nostalgic Ayumu (Due to the fact that Old man hasn't posted in 4 days I am throwing this up for grading PL please.)
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 6, 2016 1:17:54 GMT
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Apr 26, 2016 13:59:12 GMT
Ayumu: 2225 Power level
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