Post by Koshu on Oct 24, 2016 22:19:30 GMT
[LIGHT WEIGHTS]
Koshu, finally exhausted after the long day, pinned the badge onto his jumpsuit and allowed himself to rest. Sure, his allies would find him there sleeping and force him into making up for it with twice the fighting, but at this point he was content. With a goal for the first time in his life, Koshu was untouchable. He was serving a higher power, something beyond the rigid apathy of his life.
He had nearly drifted off to sleep when he heard a massive crack, followed by an air splitting boom. Instinctively snapping awake, Koshu stood up in a single fluid motion and looked for the source of the explosion. Eyes darting around Koshu finally spotted a flash of light, and sprinted down the opposite side of the mountain that he had came from.
Typical fights within the cult were just hand to hand brawls. Explosive energy meant that there was something higher going on: a test of authority. Tribe members only used ki attacks when they were prepared to kill.
Sliding down the side of the mountain on both feet, Koshu spotted the ashy black crater where the bomb had been released. He narrowed his eyes as he attempted to get a better look at the surroundings, but tripped over a chunk of rock, forcing him to focus on descending the mountain first.
He finally reached level ground, and completely ignored the overwhelming heat as he began to sprint in the direction of the explosion before breaking into a leap. As Koshu sailed through the sky, the speckled figures grew arms and legs, and he crowd became vibrantly alive. The group of Saiyans were standing around in a crescent, all jittering about with an uncannily abnormal air of chaos.
Standing outside of the group was a powerful young saiyan who Koshu knew as Huji. The young man seemed to be seething with energy, trickles of red aura spilling out of his body and spiraling upwards like smoke billowing from a flame. The scene became clearer; Huji's eyes were dead with rage.
Koshu didn't even bother to land properly from his temporarily flight through the air, simply breaking into a run as soon as his boots touched ground, stumbling for a brief imperceptible moment as he joined the crowd of battle crazed warriors. This is what happened when saiyans were deprived of true passion and combat. They killed their own.
The crowd members greeted Koshu with surprising vibrancy.
"Where have you been off too?" one of the other older men inquired, with childish sadistic glee hiding behind his level tone, "It's been brutal out here."
Koshu gritted his teeth, completely ignoring his acquaintance as he pushed past. He drove a line through the crowd and emerged at the front of the group, staring down into the crater, looking for an imperceptible sign of life. What had they done to their own kin?
Everyone standing there knew that Koshu was no authority in the tribe. He was an elder, and he was powerful, but he had no reason to be asking questions like he was the authority of the situation. And yet he did.
"Who did this? Who did you kill?" Koshu already knew the answer to the former. Huji's eyes were stilled filled to the brim with bloodlust, his fingers still twitched from the force of the blast, his panting shoulders still reminisced to those of a beast.
And yet he stepped forwards, either by blind courage or a desire to take another life. "What is it to you?" the young man asked with a stoic rasp, waiting for a moment, and then allowing himself to bear his teeth slightly in an unholy grin. Koshu looked at him with disgust, and clenched his fist by his side, a gesture which certainly could not have gone unnoticed by Huji and the surrounding saiyan mob.
"He felt disrespected by Huji-" A middle aged saiyan stepped forwards and began, trying to explain the situation. "Something about a fight they'd had while training, and…" The saiyan became quieter, as if he was trying to carefully phrase the next thing that came out of his mouth. This was a rare trait for his people.
Huji interrupted the story, taking the narrative into his own playing field. "The old man was a prideless bastard who thought he could use me as target practice for his insecurity. The piece of shit got what was coming to him." The young man's pupils dilated with rage in a way that only young men's pupils can.
"Who did you kill." Koshu repeated, quieter this time. His tone was grave and threatening, but none of the mob seemed to pay any attention. Both fists clenched now, tightness formed in the man's chest.
A pregnant silence overcame the scene, with nobody wanting to be the one to answer. "Paisu is dead now." An elder saiyan stepped forwards and articulated flatly. There was no emotion in his voice, as if it was jus the day to day dealings of the group. Of course, as a saiyan, the only thing dictating him as an elder was the beard which only elders were allowed to not shave.
Koshu stopped short and turned around to the crater. There were so many things he wanted to say. But none of it mattered.
With a frustrated shout Koshu leapt down into the scar of blackened earth searching for a body. Paisu had never given Koshu any respect. He had treated him just the same as any other member of the tribe, with the same fickle amount of respect and compassion, no more and no less. But the two had grown up together. He had been there on the fateful day when Koshu first learned his lesson on the brutality of the world. And he had been his sparring partner since the two were mere infants. Koshu owed Paisu half of his broken bones, and half of his short and punctual talks which were almost enough to satisfy his urge for human affection.
Unable to find anything in the rubble, Koshu felt it again. The impulse of rage and passion and an undeniable welling in his chest that he had to do what his instincts told him to do. And at this moment, every cell in his body was screaming: Fuck him up.
Koshu released a primal shout which actually blasted the ash around him into the air. Leaping up and out of the crater, Koshu's passionate eyes locked with Huji's. Suddenly, they were less cold and bloodthirsty. Now they were afraid.
Unable to even articulate his rage, Koshu talked with his words. A yellow shroud enclosed his side by side palms as an orb formed. He pointed his cannon directly at his target, and fired. The bolt of yellow energy moved with incredible speed, with a terrible crackle of ki that was born from true hate.
And yet… A moment later, a nearby mountain suddenly burst into explosion, as the massive yellow orb ate a chunk out of the side of the structure. Koshu's eyes looked down at disbelief at the young saiyan, who had taken back his own rage. His hand was held out in front of his face in a deflective motion, and he was entirely unphased.
Koshu landed just on the outside of the crater in defeat. His face was painted with an incalculable combination of anger and failure. He didn't bother censor his weakness.
"Go ahead then." Koshu finally forced out as he looked up at Huji. "Kill me."
The young saiyan's eyes met Koshu's. The two came to an understanding. "No," he decided abruptly. "Your comrade is dead and you carry his pride with you. Any respectable one of us would've done the same."
Crushed by his weakness, Koshu chuckled to himself slightly and shook his head. "You're right." he took a deep breath. His next line would've been 'just kill me anyway,' if a sudden groan hadn't broken the silence.
Koshu's head whipped around to the source of the weak distress signal. His eyes searched the barren landscape and found nothing. It had to have come from the crater. Forgetting his wounded honor entirely, Koshu dashed down into the ashen grave and looked around with piercing eyes. It was then that a tiny patch of rubble began to quiver. Sure enough, a moment later, pebbles tumbled out of the way to make room for… A hand, piercing the rubble and reaching towards the sky.
Koshu immediately was at Paisu's side, and lifted his body out from under the stone grave. But the more he slid out, the more his injury was obvious. The man's entire chest was seared open, revealing pure red muscle and bits of bone, with sharp stones digging into the wound all the while. Paisu released a pathetic groan, evidently on the brink of death, but holding on for a reason beyond either of them.
Koshu decided right then and there that Paisu was going to live.
Koshu, finally exhausted after the long day, pinned the badge onto his jumpsuit and allowed himself to rest. Sure, his allies would find him there sleeping and force him into making up for it with twice the fighting, but at this point he was content. With a goal for the first time in his life, Koshu was untouchable. He was serving a higher power, something beyond the rigid apathy of his life.
He had nearly drifted off to sleep when he heard a massive crack, followed by an air splitting boom. Instinctively snapping awake, Koshu stood up in a single fluid motion and looked for the source of the explosion. Eyes darting around Koshu finally spotted a flash of light, and sprinted down the opposite side of the mountain that he had came from.
Typical fights within the cult were just hand to hand brawls. Explosive energy meant that there was something higher going on: a test of authority. Tribe members only used ki attacks when they were prepared to kill.
Sliding down the side of the mountain on both feet, Koshu spotted the ashy black crater where the bomb had been released. He narrowed his eyes as he attempted to get a better look at the surroundings, but tripped over a chunk of rock, forcing him to focus on descending the mountain first.
He finally reached level ground, and completely ignored the overwhelming heat as he began to sprint in the direction of the explosion before breaking into a leap. As Koshu sailed through the sky, the speckled figures grew arms and legs, and he crowd became vibrantly alive. The group of Saiyans were standing around in a crescent, all jittering about with an uncannily abnormal air of chaos.
Standing outside of the group was a powerful young saiyan who Koshu knew as Huji. The young man seemed to be seething with energy, trickles of red aura spilling out of his body and spiraling upwards like smoke billowing from a flame. The scene became clearer; Huji's eyes were dead with rage.
Koshu didn't even bother to land properly from his temporarily flight through the air, simply breaking into a run as soon as his boots touched ground, stumbling for a brief imperceptible moment as he joined the crowd of battle crazed warriors. This is what happened when saiyans were deprived of true passion and combat. They killed their own.
The crowd members greeted Koshu with surprising vibrancy.
"Where have you been off too?" one of the other older men inquired, with childish sadistic glee hiding behind his level tone, "It's been brutal out here."
Koshu gritted his teeth, completely ignoring his acquaintance as he pushed past. He drove a line through the crowd and emerged at the front of the group, staring down into the crater, looking for an imperceptible sign of life. What had they done to their own kin?
Everyone standing there knew that Koshu was no authority in the tribe. He was an elder, and he was powerful, but he had no reason to be asking questions like he was the authority of the situation. And yet he did.
"Who did this? Who did you kill?" Koshu already knew the answer to the former. Huji's eyes were stilled filled to the brim with bloodlust, his fingers still twitched from the force of the blast, his panting shoulders still reminisced to those of a beast.
And yet he stepped forwards, either by blind courage or a desire to take another life. "What is it to you?" the young man asked with a stoic rasp, waiting for a moment, and then allowing himself to bear his teeth slightly in an unholy grin. Koshu looked at him with disgust, and clenched his fist by his side, a gesture which certainly could not have gone unnoticed by Huji and the surrounding saiyan mob.
"He felt disrespected by Huji-" A middle aged saiyan stepped forwards and began, trying to explain the situation. "Something about a fight they'd had while training, and…" The saiyan became quieter, as if he was trying to carefully phrase the next thing that came out of his mouth. This was a rare trait for his people.
Huji interrupted the story, taking the narrative into his own playing field. "The old man was a prideless bastard who thought he could use me as target practice for his insecurity. The piece of shit got what was coming to him." The young man's pupils dilated with rage in a way that only young men's pupils can.
"Who did you kill." Koshu repeated, quieter this time. His tone was grave and threatening, but none of the mob seemed to pay any attention. Both fists clenched now, tightness formed in the man's chest.
A pregnant silence overcame the scene, with nobody wanting to be the one to answer. "Paisu is dead now." An elder saiyan stepped forwards and articulated flatly. There was no emotion in his voice, as if it was jus the day to day dealings of the group. Of course, as a saiyan, the only thing dictating him as an elder was the beard which only elders were allowed to not shave.
Koshu stopped short and turned around to the crater. There were so many things he wanted to say. But none of it mattered.
With a frustrated shout Koshu leapt down into the scar of blackened earth searching for a body. Paisu had never given Koshu any respect. He had treated him just the same as any other member of the tribe, with the same fickle amount of respect and compassion, no more and no less. But the two had grown up together. He had been there on the fateful day when Koshu first learned his lesson on the brutality of the world. And he had been his sparring partner since the two were mere infants. Koshu owed Paisu half of his broken bones, and half of his short and punctual talks which were almost enough to satisfy his urge for human affection.
Unable to find anything in the rubble, Koshu felt it again. The impulse of rage and passion and an undeniable welling in his chest that he had to do what his instincts told him to do. And at this moment, every cell in his body was screaming: Fuck him up.
Koshu released a primal shout which actually blasted the ash around him into the air. Leaping up and out of the crater, Koshu's passionate eyes locked with Huji's. Suddenly, they were less cold and bloodthirsty. Now they were afraid.
Unable to even articulate his rage, Koshu talked with his words. A yellow shroud enclosed his side by side palms as an orb formed. He pointed his cannon directly at his target, and fired. The bolt of yellow energy moved with incredible speed, with a terrible crackle of ki that was born from true hate.
And yet… A moment later, a nearby mountain suddenly burst into explosion, as the massive yellow orb ate a chunk out of the side of the structure. Koshu's eyes looked down at disbelief at the young saiyan, who had taken back his own rage. His hand was held out in front of his face in a deflective motion, and he was entirely unphased.
Koshu landed just on the outside of the crater in defeat. His face was painted with an incalculable combination of anger and failure. He didn't bother censor his weakness.
"Go ahead then." Koshu finally forced out as he looked up at Huji. "Kill me."
The young saiyan's eyes met Koshu's. The two came to an understanding. "No," he decided abruptly. "Your comrade is dead and you carry his pride with you. Any respectable one of us would've done the same."
Crushed by his weakness, Koshu chuckled to himself slightly and shook his head. "You're right." he took a deep breath. His next line would've been 'just kill me anyway,' if a sudden groan hadn't broken the silence.
Koshu's head whipped around to the source of the weak distress signal. His eyes searched the barren landscape and found nothing. It had to have come from the crater. Forgetting his wounded honor entirely, Koshu dashed down into the ashen grave and looked around with piercing eyes. It was then that a tiny patch of rubble began to quiver. Sure enough, a moment later, pebbles tumbled out of the way to make room for… A hand, piercing the rubble and reaching towards the sky.
Koshu immediately was at Paisu's side, and lifted his body out from under the stone grave. But the more he slid out, the more his injury was obvious. The man's entire chest was seared open, revealing pure red muscle and bits of bone, with sharp stones digging into the wound all the while. Paisu released a pathetic groan, evidently on the brink of death, but holding on for a reason beyond either of them.
Koshu decided right then and there that Paisu was going to live.