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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 8, 2016 19:27:03 GMT
As Ayumu watched Namorel take his first few steps outside, adjusting to the flames, his frown slowly softened, having grown a tad impatient waiting for him to casually walk outside, a soft shaking was seen from his head as Ayumu manifested a small surge of energy within the tips of his fingers, drawing upon that leyline where Hana had constantly sucked out everything from within him, drawing upon the waste that was ejected outwards when this forced action was occuring and slowly shaping it up.
"This will be a simple trial, Nothing too hard i must admit but it will cost you quite a bit if you manage to screw it up."
Slowly interwining the ropes of wasted energy into the grasp of controll, Kneading it together and having it clump together into a singulair ball for a mere instant untill a surge of energy as thin as a piece of string, a hair so to say brought his will into it, rewriting the shape and slowly causing two wings to tear out of this small sphere the size of our palm, the torn apart pieces bubbling and slowly reshaping themselves to fit itself exactly to the image brought in the head of this human. The thick layers of feathers, from the soft, small ones to the larger ones on the outer layer, even the place of its organs were all carefully positioned to grant the optimal performance of such a creature. Years of evolution have been supporting this creature from the back as nothing seemed more optimal than the hundreds, to thousands of years of natural evolution supporting this formation.
"This is a manifestation of energy, even to the smallest details this creature is a mere imitation made by the mind. Yet... If you were to colour it..."
Softly Moving his hand, as if groping something rather vulgar, you could see Ayumu showing a concetrated look, Everybody had their own symbols that they gave when trying to concetrate and he would know that this was something that you should not take pride in. Yet it did not keep him from doing his darnest and slowly making the blueish see through colouration vanish into a thick black, with the small bead like eyes gaining their whites and staring towards Namorel, A near perfect imitation from a crow starting to leave the mouth of this creature as it simply sat there, staring towards you.
"It is flawless and will easily be able to pass by as real... Yet you should know with how the flames are shaped on you that this can be done with almost all versions of this energy. But why would i bring this up? The flames on your body are wild, uncontrolled and as long as they are burning away on you will drain your energy without any form of stopping. Your task is simply one that you must keep trying untill you succeed, it is to do what everybody can do. Fire a single blast of ki but instead use the flames and then completely shut it off, if you can do it three times in rapid succession you win this first trial. If not, I will play a prank on you for every failure~!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 23:56:31 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 6,766 [-75% Heavy Weights;]
Following Ayumu, Namorel did not se the old man's expresions or catch unto his body language on Namorel's speed or comfort level with the new found energy. He was too busy making sure he was still completely in control of his won being rather than something occurring that would make him assume otherwise, letting a new and foreign energy into his body was a rather unsettling experience, but as the minutes passed, his fear of problems sprouting disspated some, still barely nagging at the back of his mind as he walked. The fire bured ever valiantly at his arms, still engulfing the most part of these limbs without any signs of trying to stop or snuff itself out due to lacking resources like most fires did, rather settling itself into a seemingly infinite and stead flame, crackling periodically to remind Namorel that it was still there.
Namorel followed Ayumu until the old human stopped, turning back on the namekian with a lesson in store for him. Namorel watched as he drew energy into a shape, molding it further into other shapes. As the shape of a head formed in his hands the realism of the design in the shaped energy was astonishing, it was more realistic than anything he had seen even master artisans accomplish in their lifetimes, and the old man continued to add further detail to it, adding in color to the entity to fully develop it into the almost indistinguishable shape ti took. Ayumu explained to Namorel that letting the fire surge as carelessly as it was would slowly drain his energy if left to thir state and that he wanted Namorel to try to channel it, it was almost as if Namorel was learning to use ki energy for the first time once more.
The namekian would close his eyes and take a deep breath, letting the air out slowly to pace his heart with the flow of the fire, in an attempt to develop a sort of syncing between him and the energy as a whole. Bringing his hands to his waist, one on each side, he would raise his left hand above his head and bring it down as he lifted his right hand into a spiral wher his hands would conjoin at he base of the palms, his breathing not changing and only opening his eyes as his hands touched, he doubted this would do anything beyond making him look foolish, but he assumed following the fire was more in his interest than trying to force it to do anything instead.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used]
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 9, 2016 0:09:10 GMT
While you were simply following your Emotions, Ayumu himself was softly lowering his body to the ground, the grass that his hand landed upon softly bending underneath the pressure before softly unfolding once again as a soft blue glimmer was visible from the tips itself. Slowly repairing the crooked pieces of grass from the vacinity while his eyes kept tracing your entire body, slowly following the flow of your muscles as the small droplets of sweat from the rather warm weather started running down Ayumu his face and into his moustache. Bringing up one of his hands to slowly scratch through its soft hair and onto the skin, his Telepathy was easily able to scan through the outer layers of his thought process.
'Peculiar...'
He thought to himself, softly continueing to hum in a light tone, starting to pick up speed as it only got deeper and deeper, the atmosphere itself continueing to lose its temperature. A soft chill on the shoulders of Ayumu bringing him to look at the bright sunny sky as the sweat running down his neck was frozen just as suddenly as he noticed what was going on. That constant pushing against his body, that desperate giving away of the strenght that was visible on the earth... He knew of its nature, Ki sensing they called it yet Ayumu wished to have nothing to do with it. Already burdened by the knowledge of spirits that were conversing with him on a near daily basis... he was afraid of what kind of information would enter his skull upon unleashing something along the lines of ki sensing. This would easily bring forwards a entire repetoire of problems that would push him down to the ground and force him to throw up, Every ki signature just opened up yet another path to look into their minds and see the disgust of every single hidden action. Humans were filthy and as Ayumu himself felt this cold chill of this ability slowly being mastered he unleashed a soft burst of energy, putting the soft basics back to only keeping track of who mattered. His family, the people he cared for, the people he truely wished to protect... but above all, he wished to be able to develop this secondairy sensing ability to move past everything that had ever gone on in the world of telepathy and would bring us into the world of a telepathic communication beyond the stars... Into a realm where he could speak with his ancestors, This was something that motivated Ayumu in such a great ordeal that the outer layers of the mind of this Namekian were slowly being inspected by this old fart. Keeping a certain charm of interest as he refused to meddle at all with the brain activity that was being set up in this very moment, he instead focussed his entire repetoire of telepathic energy to try and decipher just how the energy flowed through those antenna... Just how did this improve their telepathic ability? It was a usefull little experiment whilest waiting for this grasshopper to master his ability.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 0:49:48 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 6,766 [-75% Heavy Weights;]
As Namorel moved his arms, the vortex of energy that flowed with the flame's own motions. this sort of movement ironically made Namorel think of Fire's place int he world, how it relates to the other elements of the world, those that hinder it and those that empower it. He tried thinking like the flame, to become one with the element he well... was quite literally becoming one with. So thinking like the flame could do no more than benefit him in his eyes; of course this was merely his won thoughts and he was going against the grain of another being when requesting the power of the flame to use for himself.
As his palms pressed against one another, a ball of fire would make itself present, picking up in speed for a few brief inches before detonating on the namekian, knocking him back unto his ass. He opened his eyes to see the seared ground beneath where it had erupted. He thought back on his form and his thoughts as he took the first attempt, wondering where he had screwed up. Perhaps using both of his hands was the bad idea in the complex of motions he took when giving it an attempt. With this in mind, he was ready already to give it another shot. Briefly he would turn to look at Ayumu, who seemed to have been concentrating on something that Namorel had no idea of.
Getting back on his feet, Namorel lifted one hand this time, palm facing upwards so that if he misfired he would save the grass the fate of a flaming cataclysm. He tried to connect his mind to the flames that licked his arms, to request it to move to his hand this time. At first he received no response from the fire, but slowly it crept down his arms to his hand, forming into the ball shape that would be the foundation to the activity the old human wanted him to accomplish.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used]
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 9, 2016 1:01:58 GMT
As you turned towards Ayumu, who had been slowly wiping away the sweat from his forehead, Having found solace within this research of his with a large broad smile visible on his face, that soft stache slowly waving in the wind as his pompadour always was standing straight with a immense amount of vigor.
'Keep doing it like that...'
Ayumu thought to himself, Feeling Hana her hand softly squeeze her shoulder as he could feel this strange burning desire starting to expand from within himself. Knowing that if this man learned to master the ability of the flames, then he would be capable of spreading them without harming those around him, he would be able to easily protect everybody without a single moment of feeling panicked! Ayumu knew that if namorel was able to controll his emotional state that everything would be kept safe!
'Come on, Slowly let it trail downwards, do not let it burn up just like before! You can do it!'
Hana her hand being covered by Ayumu his as it was slowly dragged downwards, being squeezed against as the old fart was holding the hand of his so called daughter and did not hold back on the amount of force squeezing this soft and fragile hand. Yet what was going through hana her mind was not pain, it was a strange kind of emotion that made her content, it was a strange kind of feeling that everything was going to be okay and that she was in a safe location where nobody could harm her. Softly letting go of the hand while moving behind this old fart, placing her palm on her back and smiling widely she took to the air to start doing some training herself.
'Stupid...'
'Namorel, Come on! You are concetrating rather well! Keep that ball in that form!, Do not let it lose its shape and keep attempting to go for something beyond just simply something called a ball of fire!'
The flames that were of passion burning in Ayumu his eyes were lit and expanded into a cataclyst of burning desire, hoping that this man would be able to manifest everything that was promised in the massive pool of potential. Something that would soon reach out to the heavens and take what was rightfully his...!
"Come on namorel! You can do it!, Fire that projectile and show the heavens that a new namekian has attained the power and is starting to bring himself out to the public! Make everybody shudder underneath every step you take and become that warrior that everybody will look up to, if its by flight, desire or simply as you stand above their bodies protecting them... Is this not what ever namekian dreams off? to be able to protect those dear to you and use your power to give safety to those you truely love? Show me how powerfull this burning love of yours is, show me that nobody will be there to stop this love of yours!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 1:40:34 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 6,766 [-75% Heavy Weights;]
It seemed that Ayumu took interest in the fact that Namorel had managed to form the ball of fire in his hand. Maintaining the shape took a tad bit of effort from the namekian, but as the moments passed he had managed to adjust to the feeling. Compassion and calmness seemed to be the two feelings he would have to channel to access this power. These were feelings he both still had, and yet feelings that were hidden from him by the hardships in his past. He took a moment to look past the bad things that had occurred in the last forty or so years, seeking the good thoughts over the bad, the thought of the best times with his father or his siblings alike. These times were the fuel to his fire, the compassion to allow him to protect and help others with this newfound power with in himself and linked to the entity that offered him its power.
He felt it flow with in him and as the positive thoughts of everyone, recent and past passed through his mind he felt the energy grow, but not in the all consuming way... more so in the gentle growth and expansion sort of way. Raising his other hand up as he though back to the days with his father, another ball of fire would erupt from the flames licking his arm to match the already formed ball in his occupied hand. With one fell swoop he threw them forward, with no real target in sight, to see if he had finally reached the level. Intent to disperse the flame before it cause trouble upon the flight of the fireballs.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used]
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 9, 2016 2:01:59 GMT
As Ayumu saw the flames spread outwards in a ring of scattering embers while the ball projected forwards would rather quickly die down, their flames consuming their fuel in a rather powerfull display of strenght untill the two balls that were so passionate before caused a droplet of water to roll down his cheek, quickly evaporated by the heat of the attack that passed by him as he had been standing infront of Namorel for quite a while.
"Great job namorel!, you have mastered how this energy worked for quite some degree of skill! Although i must warn you, as easy as it is to get the first few knacks under your grip, i must warn you that the later knacks and fine touches of these skills may take you years of training. Although if you keep going as fast as you learned this... you may... pass me within a few weeks..."
Slowly placing his hand against a wall that he manifested using his ki, Ayumu had his head softly bump into it repeadedly. Showing a rather disgracefull play of shame as his laugh was painfull and forced while the continious bumping of his head with his broken laugh became a echo through these wastelands for quite a distance.
"How did you pass by all my expieriences within a few minutes... you even did it before you hit the one minute mark technically, i had not a single chance and i couldn't even try to stop you. Your potential as a magic user from both your untapped talent and namekian is uncanny... What have i trained years for to even teach people when people like you can just simply step up and learn everything? There have been hundreds to millions of people who simply come to me, ask me for some training and then simply blow me away with how quickly they a-"
He just did not stop rambling on about his suffering, Ayumu having tears roll down his eyes as he was clutching his fist before bending down and flipping the wall that was attached to litterally nothing into the air where it dissipated.
"Seriously!, Namorel! If you are this powerfull and have such a mastery to learn this this quickly, then go ahead! Fire the attack that you have done before nine more times from both hands without having the output change in the least! I am not salty, i am merely wanting to see how far you can go with this power you have displayed! Please ignore this strange tone i am having!"
Finishing his rant and awaiting for what you will do, with his entire facial expression showing a strange kind of emotion... Was he salty? angry? Or did he just find offense in having his entire life work of training be trampled upon already? Did he really reach his breaking point this quickly?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 16:46:28 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weights;]
Namorel was astonished when the fireballs did as he instructed them to, flying forwards before dissipating into the myriad of cinders that scattered into the air around their origin. Some hitting the ground in a final bout of burning survival while others flew with the wind to an unknown end to their fiery days. The result surprised the namekian, who anticipated them to detonate on him once more, or in an even worse scenario; engulf him in the flames that he was trying to control. And yet the opposite and much less destructive results made themselves apparent when he watched the session the fireballs took in their flight. He then looked to his hands, to find that his arms were no longer licked by the flames they once were, rather now back to their barren green appearance. The sap on his energy also felt as if a weight had been lifted from it, that it was no longer being needlessly eaten by the fires. Instead now the flame rested calmly in his core and flowing through his body evenly, partaking in his energy as a supplier rather than a devourer. Namorel would play around with the flames for a moment to get a much better feel of their flow and their energy before Ayumu spoke to him again, the old man seemed rather irritated in some manner, a rather sarcastic one at that. "Sounds like a plan."The namekian spoke back to the older human, bothering not to ask him what may be bugging him as the rush of the excitement was getting to him. He repeated the steps once more to follow suit with a collection of successes from the Namekian. With each new fireball following in the path of the ones before it, that was until his ninth attempt when his arm went too far and the balls collided directly in front of the namekian, once more detonating on him. A small flame was lit at the end of his antennae that he suffocated with a frown.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 9, 2016 17:50:31 GMT
While looking at these rapid fire techniques, Ayumu could not help but feel this incredible salt that was coursing through his veins, it was painfull and crushed his morale rather painfully. It was almost as if every single fibre of pride in his being was slowly being torn asunder and scattered over the entire surrounding area. His energy levels slowly starting to lower in a strange sense of fear, knowing that this man was already advancing at a pace way beyond what any other had shown... even the telepathic connection that the antenna allow one to bring forwards seemed to draw enough energy from the surrounding ki only in that specific limb to allow one to get past the boundary of planetary telepathic communication! There was even a chance that this namekian could with ease learn even galactic telepathic communicative reaches. It was absolutely shocking as Ayumu brought his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath before making Hana share a slight amount of her energy into Namorel.
"Keep going, i want you to try once again and see if you can push your strenght to be equal for ten shots once again. Do not let your mind waver even a small amount and just continue to concetrate on that single moment of passion burning within your heart. If not, Let that passion burn out from nowhere, make a goal in mind, from something as simple as starting a faction to wanting to become a piece that changes everything. Cling onto something that you truely wish to hold to your heart."
Before reaching out his palm and manifesting a storm of energy that was ravaging the nearby area without any mercy, small sparks starting to form as Ayumu his eyes lit up lightly and the shape started to solidify into a single wooden kendo blade. Using this blade and its hardened exterior to perform a single slamming motion onto the shoulder of this Namekian, it held not even a single ounce of strenght, damage or power, but instead it was emotionally powered. It was somebody trying to snap some sense into you while his smile was there, showing the true passion of a teacher who wanted to see you advance. Somebody who had gotten past this mere stumbling agony of being a salty mother fucker and went way beyond it. Mentally hitting himself, Ayumu was certain that you should have never assumed to be better than another but his pride had gotten out of hand, he felt pridefull for having learned all this, for having the pride to teach everything to anybody, yet he couldn't. That was impossible and merely a challenge that would be pushing another person into a bandwagon of chasing after your back instead of spreading their own wings freely.
"Shout your determination! Bring me forwards what your desire is and let me hear exactly what you wish to do to this world! Show me just how willing you are to bring forwards that passion of yours onto our world!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 18:20:38 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight REduction and Bonuses]
Ayumu seemed unfazed and the least bothered by the fact Namorel had butchered the last attempt at the fireball shot. Rather intent on getting the namekian to push himself further beyond the limits he had placed for himself without any realization to the matter. Namorel felt an odd vibration to the old human's speaking tone, his words wavering in a manner that introduced an almost, if not entirely less confident tone to it, but not really in his intent on the namekian; but in the terms of when he spoke in words that may allude to himself. This was odd to Namorel, who had seen Ayumu as the lively and sure fire confident type already, usually his first impressions were right; and yet perhaps he had missed the bull's eye with this one and would turn out to be entirely wrong about the old man that carried the bravado of someone a mere fraction his age. "A faction? As in a sort of group or club? That would be an interesting thing to do... perhaps a way to help others, or ourselves too."The namekian though to himself as he he fueled the fire energy once more into his hands, now rather two balls were not present, but rather a single, less stable one formed between the two. Unlike the two separate balls this one contained all of the energy concentrated in a single area. While this decrease in surface area did increase power capabilities on singular impact, the containment was still weak; Namorel had yet to properly learn this step in controlling centered power like this, the instability of the ball was not severe, but it did show that despite being a progidy to the skill Namorel would have much to learn, he would launch this ball, travelling at twice the speed, meaning he had much less time to react to it and disperse it like the rest. Ultimately accomplishing this, he would go to repeat the action to much success, intent on building a stronger stability with each shot as the numbers drove through five and up to ten, by that time he still had not manged the stability, but it as coming to him much, much faster now.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 9, 2016 18:37:19 GMT
As Ayumu stared at the balls being repeatedly fired, He was starting to lose track of the time as every single projectile was fired into the distance, some stronger than the others causing the entire cycle to repeat as the light that was letting in from the sky was slowly being covered up by a thick black cloak of clouds. The rays of light descending upon the land in the distance slowly drowning out as his eyes kept a firm gaze towards the far distance. Hana having taken a moment to slow down her training with the rumbling of the sky making a sense of danger apparent to her.
"Ayumu, it may be best to stop hi-"
Yet Ayumu simply moved his hand over towards hana as her hair was blown back for a second, a waft of wind having nearly knocked her off her feet, with a firm look of determination coming from Ayumu as he awaited for that perfect streak. Something that would truely become apparent within the hard work that this namekian was performing in this single moment, Ayumu knew he would do it. It was not a case of attempting to push beyond what was possible, it was merely a case of Ayumu awaiting what was lurking deep inside of the namekian.
"He will live..."
As the projectiles were getting more intense with every volley, their colours were not dull as the lines of energy running in the area visible to a practicer of this art of magic, akin to something stories call mana, others call it the nature's blessing or even nature from earth itself. Its often confused for ki yet there is this uncanny diffrence you feel when you touch upon the two...
"He will learn Hana, He will stand above this challenge."
A blast of white crashing through the sky as a small crater formed from the impact of lightning behind Namorel, the house untouched as a white flash had collided with the bolt itself, as if stopping the blast to prevent damage from occuring. Hana with a small streak of energy coming of her palm was giving a rather vicious stare towards the sky before it quickly turned into a smile. Energy gathering within the palms of her hands as it slowly increased in intensity.
"Ayumu, He has done it. You know what this means!"
"Sure it does Hana!, Namorel, You have done it, you have fired all ten and filled me with pride, but now i request you... Join hana's attempt at stopping this storm! Show the sky that it stands not a single chance with you as a opponent!"
With Ayumu his words finishing, Hana was mumbling a few words, trying to get on the right thoughtset untill then it hit her like a hammer. Having needed a little edge in combat, having needed a few combat techniques herself the ball of flames within her palms slowly started to generate a miniscule amount of electricity, slowly warping the flames into a burning serpent that was moving around in that compressed ball of air within her palms as a bolt of lightning!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 19:12:18 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight REduction and Bonuses]
Namorel felt the energy collecting around him with each and every use of the fireball action. Little did he know the severity of the energy spike around him. After the tenth one he reeled his hands back for a moment, feeling a trial of blazing hot energy flow with his movements and dance between his arms as he move them. It was an exhilerating and yet alien feeling, he couldn't hate it and yet each weave of it made it more difficult to become more accustomed to it. Was this the energies Ayumu spent his life working with? If so Namorel would come to understand why the old human was so focused on the namekian as he continued to practice it. One wrong movement would truly lead to an early grave for the namekian, and that was something Namorel wanted to avoid for a bit. Namorel heard the lightning behind him, the impact shaking him to the core as he watched the storm that he had not realized begin to rage around him and the others. It seemed to bother Ayumu as he told Namorel to help Hana to dissipate the weather with the powers he had been practicing. It made Namorel wonder what pert had caused the storm. He didn't question it however as the old human seemed to have the situation under hand. Turning around briefly he saw the crater created by the lightning earlier, realizing the damage the storm could do to th surrounding area, he was ready to take a pot shot at the storm to dissipate it. Namorel quickly took a new stance, his legs seperated by two and a half feet, parallel to one another as he lowered his palms to his waist level, channeling the fire energy into his palms and crouching. Lifting his hands upward in a spiral the flames would follow this path, until his palms his and the fire would be launched upwards, prepared to combine with that of Hana's energy to break the storm and liberate the surrounding area of the potential destruction of the cataclysmic weather. Namorel kept his positions briefly to see the outcome of this combination of powers to clear the weather above.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 9, 2016 19:36:49 GMT
While you started preparing your technique, Hana brought her hands down to the ground while feeling a soft strung in her soul, something in the depths of the waters starting to slowly etch its way outwards and starting to surge through this stream of souls, slowly unwinding itself and swirling it around. A few words starting to land on the tip of her tongue as Hana dragged the ball that had now grown into a purely golden glowing sphere to the sky.
"I feel like i know what this is, but at the same time... Tsch..."
Clicking her tongue, Hana was annoyed, more than usual as she felt like she was supported by a large, bovine hand. One that had strenght and one that seemed to come from somebody dear to Hana, a friend, a comrade that she had sparred with a few times and always was a great partner to talk with to share their issues with. Her expertise towards the lightning was like a uncontrolled beast that always sprouted forwards without a single moment of silence in their hearts. Always striking with everything she had, She was the inspiration behind this single blow that would shatter the heavens as a hammer blow scattering the clouds.
"With the knowledge and wisdom... With a smile as warm as the summer..."
The energy within the golden sphere simply starting to lighten rather powerfully and starting to expand outwards before a dragonic head started to form, the size of a small bus before roaring loudly. Wanting to seperate itself yet Hana kept it leashed powerfully to the sphere, concetrating as hard as she could to offer Namorel more time to fuse his flame attack into hers.
"Kodai no natsu no kaminari... Or as i call it in the tongue of the westerners on this planet earth... The ancient summer dragon, named after Chinatsu herself!, Let us fire this off and tear apart the clouds Namorel! Before your house collapses because of this storm and you will have to beat yourself blue to get another one!"
It was then that she unleashed her attack into the sky itself, a wave of energy that was a ripple at first untill a blinding flash would drag every attack fired in the vacinity into its large mass to crash into the clouds and tear it apart, blasting it all apart and moving the clouds far away from this rather fragile stone house that was made from marble near hana and Ayumu. What was visible in that short split second before the collapse into the sky and the explosion of lightning happened... was a brilliant golden dragon that was filled with determination, it was a being that even when having no emotions was shown to be more passionate than anything she had ever seen before. It was truely a split second moment of beauty itself as she then turned towards you, hoping for a reaction. After all having just saved your house from a possible rapid doom that would destroy it!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 22:26:02 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction and Bonuses]
Namorel could only watch as the events unfolded around him. His energy was still pooling into his hands as his arms were flourishing around his body, preparing to unleash the culmination of the day's training upon the skies above in an attempt to break the storm that was risking the safety off the environment around them, and the mountain in general. He felt the fire pull from his core, no from a united core of him and the entity that embodied this flame he borrowed to empower this one, ultimate embodiment of all the hard work he had put into this very day. Almost like the soft licks of the fire his body moved silently, yet swiftly as if his arms were like cinders tossed into the air by a raging wind. the palms of his hands lit up with a small flame that lifted itself to his finger tips, trailing with the movements of his hands, leaving a path behind his hands as they spiraled like a drill, reaching closer and closer to the point that would ultimately act as the point of both creation and destruction at it's peak. "This fire is the fire of those that reside in my heart and in the heart of all others!"These words were uttered by Namorel as he hands clasped together, other fire at his finger tips erupting like geysers of flame into a blast immensely larger than any of the others before it, launching it further into the air than he had launched a fireball before hand. The blast left him weakened greatly, bringing him to his knees, but before he would fall unto his face like a vegetable, he would see Hana unleash what appeared to be a large, electric dragon; engulfing the fireball into itself and thrusting both techniques into the clouds to quickly dissipate them into nothingness, afterwards he would fall to the ground, still very awake and yet unable to move from the sheer force of teh exhaustion.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 11, 2016 13:53:27 GMT
While you fell on your behind, Exhaustion starting to overtake you rather extremely with Hana simply following suit and dropping herself on the soggy grass underneath, splashes of water heart as she just frowned softly.
"Ayumu, did i just land in a small puddle of all places...?"
"Hana, You did, Seriously, If you were to pay attention for once..."
"Shush Ayumu, Do not ruin the moment."
As she watched the clouds be torn apart by the flames of this namekian soul that was fueled by this small burst of assistance granted from Hana. The shape in the sky not being alike other explosions, it was a massive green work of art as the light collided into it, taking apart every colour in its spectrum and creating a flickering of rainbow coloured lights far above our eyes with Ayumu simply speaking softly.
"This is what you are trying to protect Namorel, do you see the beauty of the sky and the effort that you put in for something as simple as this? Stopping a storm merely because it would kill the animal life, yet allowing the rain to exist. We have to make the choices of what continues and what we stop and as such we are guardians who attempt to bring forwards what little determination we have to perform justice."
Before placing the palm of his hand near Namorel his head, pulsing energy into him from Hana her energy pool itself, slowly attempting to expand his strenght while at the same time forcing him away as a few men with bandages around their heads were smiling rather sinisterly as they continued to close in. Having seen the explosion of light and drawn to the source, Ayumu simply then continued with his speech.
"Hana and I will stand by and simply await your answer, are you ready for the next session of training or are you going to be vicious and will you show how the namekians have changed for the worse?"
Pointing towards the Bandits that were approuching with small explosives on them, Ayumu made a single challenge towards you. Defeat those bandits and show if you were either a relentless challenger and monster or a peace loving warrior who allowed them to obtain a second chance. Ayumu was simply awaiting what you would be doing in honest patience. Slowly lowering his body to sit on the nearby grass with a small cushion made from mana itself, Ayumu would have rather enjoyed his buns not getting cold and wet as Hana had shown just now before a few flickers of flames made a few blasts of steam project themselves in all directions. Showing that she was using some form of internal heat to rapidly heat up her own body along with a few wounds and pains to get rid of the puddle and the feeling of wetness while taking a breath of relief whilest staring at the beautifull sky itself. Not having a single care in the world as she believed in that green derp.
(Six bandits, lightly armed with small arms like spears and one with a gun on its own, they are coloured in a long red cloak that completely covers them up apart from their facial expression which is covered up by a gas mask.)
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