Jul 31, 2024 7:31:59 GMT
Post by Liek on Jul 31, 2024 7:31:59 GMT
The dense, tropical rainforest stretched endlessly in every direction, its towering trees forming a thick canopy that filtered the sunlight into a mosaic of dappled greens and golds. The air was warm and humid, heavy with the scent of wet earth and the sweet perfume of blooming flowers. Frequent rain showers bathed the forest, nurturing the vibrant foliage and creating a symphony of dripping leaves and distant thunder.
Amidst this lush wilderness, wildlife thrived in exuberant abundance. The melodic calls of exotic birds filled the air, their vibrant plumage flashing like jewels in the sunlight. Small mammals scurried through the underbrush, and insects buzzed and chirped, adding their voices to the forest's lively chorus. Occasionally, the rustle of leaves or the snap of a twig hinted at the presence of larger, more elusive creatures, unique to this mystical land.
Hidden deep within this verdant expanse stood Korin's Tower, a colossal structure that defied the laws of nature. Its base was concealed by the dense forest, an enigma to all but the most determined seekers. The tower soared skyward, piercing the canopy and vanishing into the clouds above. Reaching it required navigating treacherous terrain, dense foliage, and natural obstacles that seemed to test the resolve of those who ventured forth.
The forest surrounding Korin's Tower was not just a physical barrier but a spiritual one. Pilgrims and warriors embarked on this arduous journey, drawn by the promise of wisdom and strength offered by Korin, the wise and enigmatic martial arts master who resided within the tower. Each step taken through the dense forest was a testament to their determination, each obstacle overcome a measure of their perseverance.
Despite the challenges, the atmosphere around Korin's Tower exuded tranquillity and mystery. The serene sounds of nature, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the occasional chorus of frogs at dusk created a sense of peace that contrasted with the journey's hardships. The forest felt timeless, a sanctuary untouched by the outside world, where the presence of Korin imbued the air with a palpable sense of spiritual significance.
As one approached the base of the tower, the sheer magnitude of its presence inspired awe. The ancient stones of its foundation seemed to hum with latent energy, whispering secrets of forgotten eras. Climbing the tower was a feat reserved for the most resolute, for each level ascended brought one closer to the realm of the divine.
In the shadow of Korin's Tower, amidst the whispers of the forest and the echoes of distant thunder, one could not help but feel a profound connection to the world. Here, in this remote and sacred place, the boundary between the earthly and the ethereal blurred, and the promise of enlightenment beckoned to all who dared to seek it.
As he approached the young hybrid named Liek Galswith turned his thoughts to his purpose in this isolated part of the Earth; The two shadowy figures he’d seen in his mindscape while trying to figure out telepathy stuck with him. The first, squat one had been the most evasive about who they where, but at the same time had been very open about how he could be found. His hint had been cryptic and telling all at once, when the young man found himself meeting a red giant at an equally massive desk he should inquire about where to train. Specific and yet frustratingly vague, telling the youth what to do once he found the place, but not how to find that place. He realised it was pointless to dwell on such vague details, instead keeping faith that he would meet such conditions some day.
But the other, taller figure had been much more specific. Talk to the Keepers of Korin’s Tower. He knew that location! At least he knew it existed and had seen it on maps, he’d never ventured out that far before, and had seen the tower stretching out into the sky from a distance. There had always been a curiosity about the tower lurking in his mind but he’d never ventured to it as other, more immediate concerns had occupied his thoughts.
But now with the tall shadow pointing him towards the tower he couldn’t ignore the urges compelling him to fill the gaps in what he knew, his mind hungered and demanded knowledge to feed it. He had nothing else pressing to do that day, so that’s what he did, setting out early in morning towards the region of Korin’s Tower.
He made sure to get clearance from General Akubra first, at least. Turned out it was perfect for the other Tri-Stars as well since most of them had asked for clearance as well to handle some of their own matters, so the entire platoon was given several days off duty to handle whatever they needed. A smile crossed his face as he remembered his excited Surge had been to see her brother, apparently he’d been making great strides in recovering, a significant difference compared to his slow decline in the old hospitals he’d been in. The young hybrid was genuinely glad things had turned around for the two of them.
Back in the present the youth had opted to bypass the pilgrimage routes frequented by most other visitors to the forest, where he younger or weaker then perhaps he would have braved the forests trials and trails, taken on the challenge of the terrain and wildlife that would have no doubt barred his way and pushed his physical and spiritual limits as he attempted to reach the base of the Tower. But his senses told him that such things would present no challenge to him now, he’d grown beyond what most natural threats on Earth could match. So he simply avoided them entirely, soaring through the sky, using the Tower reaching up above the canopy to navigate.
Within moments he had reached the tower and came to a stop in midair, casting his gaze up higher and higher into the depths of the sky. Exhaling the youth couldn’t help but marvel at the structure, intricate carvings covering the surface as far as the eye could see, while it’s width giving the appearance of being fragile, and yet it was sturdy enough to exist unbroken for centuries. How did anyone on Earth manage to build something like this?
Sighing, knowing he would never know the real answer the boy descended towards the base of the Tower where he found a surprise, a whole tribe of humans with dark skin. Most went about their business, gracing him only with curious or suspicious glances, but some had stopped to look at him openly with the same expressions. Liek didn’t blame them one bit, after all it wasn’t every day a random teenager literally flew into a remote village.
The people of the tribe looked to be simple folk. Clad tanned animal skin pants with sashes around their waists. The women wore modest shirts while the men omitted this article of clothing, but both wore tanned vest jackets. Many also wore simple jewellery made of beads and teeth along with feathers tucked into their hair. Housing among the tribe appeared to be made up of wooden supports arranged into conical shapes and then wrapped in leather.
A massive man emerged from among the scattered locals, distinct not only in the size of his muscles but also in the face paint decorating his face, and the number of feathers decorating his long hair, which was pulled into a ponytail. The stopped in front of Liek with a suspicious expression, but despite any concerns he may have had, the man inclined his head in greeting and said, “Welcome Stranger, to Korin Village. We of the Karinga Tribe welcome you.” He stood up straight before continuing, “I am Borra, Chief of the Karinga Tribe.”
Liek bowed respectfully and replied, “I am Liek Galswith. It is an honour to be welcomed to these lands by you, Chief Borra.” He stood back up and found the large man to now be smiling.
“A fine greeting.” The chieftain noted, “I am glad. I had worried that you came to these lands for dark purposes, as so many others have, but your words and how you say them reveal the purity of your visit.”
It was Liek’s turn to look concerned, “Others with dark purpose? Is it anything I could help you with?”
The chief raised a hand, “There is no need to trouble yourself. Such people are infrequent and not more then we can deal with ourselves.” The man then held his hand out to the side and asked, “Surely you have travelled far, you can rest in my tepee if you need to, and we would be happy to share of our food and water. The journey to the Tower exhausts many and we always keep some spare for weary, honest, travellers.”
Liek smiled at the invitation, but he held up his hands, “I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine.” he looked over at the base of the Tower before looking up, “May I ask something, Chief Borra?”
The man was surprised by the youth turning down the offer of rest as most travellers where near their limit by the time they reached the village. But then, this one had flown in under their own power, no vehicles in sight. This youth was different from all the other travellers actually. The honest types always came in on foot, taking the trials and hardships of traversing the forest as as much of the purpose of the journey as the destination, and once they reached the village they always treated the Tribes ways with respect. The ones with dark intent took shortcuts, usually in the form of vehicles like helicopters before making demands and disrespecting their traditions.
But this young man… Borra couldn’t help but be curious about him, “Of course, ask your question.”
After a long pause Liek turned back towards Borra and replied, “While learning the skill of telepathy I… made contact with someone.” The large chieftain’s eyes widened, telepathy was not unheard of among the Karinga and one of the Elders even practised it, but it was notoriously difficult to learn. Borra himself had been trying to learn for years and failed repeatedly. And yet this boy had managed it? The youth continued, “They told me that if I wished to meet them in person I should seek the Keepers of Korin’s Tower and ask them about climbing it.”
Now it all made sense to Borra. This strange flying youth coming this day, why he was so different from everyone else who came seeking the Tower. The honest braved the forest to hone their physical, mental and spiritual strength. The dark hearted sought to bolster their might for it’s own sake and their egos. This youth was beyond the trials the forest could offer and the Guardian had taken an interest in him, calling him to the Tower to face a different trial to the Forest.
Closing his eyes Borra nodded, “I see.” He opened his eyes and looked down at Liek while folding his arms, “Normally the honour of climbing the Tower is denied to most. Even among the Karinga there are few deemed worthy of even making the attempt, and few still to succeed! I, myself, have never even managed to make it halfway!” He placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder, “But you have been Chosen to face the Tower. I cannot say what you will find, only that you must conquer the trial found at the top!” He stepped back and finished, “I grant you permission to climb the Tower! Good luck to you, Young Liek!”
Sighing in relief, a part of him having dreaded being told no, the young man bowed again and said, “Thank you for this honour, Chief Borra.” He then turned to the tower and took a step towards it. Looking up he took stock of how much stamina he had left, and how massive the tower looked. Sure, if he’d had a rest and a meal like Borra had offered it would be easier, but the young man was confident he could make it to the top even without a rest… even if he couldn’t see the top right now. Taking a deep breath the boy zipped his jacket up before he swung his arms back and bent his knees into a squat. Surging energy through his body into his legs he swung his arms up as he leapt off ground with all his might, leaving a plume of dust in his wake as he launched himself high into the air. At the apex of his jump he reached out and caught the side of the tower and clung to it… focusing his breathing he prepared for the hard part; flying would drain too much energy. Physically climbing the tower was his only chance of reaching the top, and so he reached one hand up and grabbed a hold and started to pull himself up.
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The first few hours had been relatively easy after his leap, the excitement of a new challenge proving fuel for his every move. The tower’s surface was rough, providing ample grip for his hands and feet. As he climbed higher, he noticed the ground below becoming a distant memory, the people and buildings shrinking to mere specks. The air grew thinner, and the wind picked up, making each step more challenging.
By the time the midday sun hung high over heard Liek was starting to feel the burn in his muscles, a mild ache setting in as his hands started to feel effects of gripping the rough stone. He paused on a small ledge to catch his breath, looking up at the seemingly endless expanse of the tower above him. It was then that he realized the true magnitude of his task. The tower seemed to stretch on forever, with no end in sight. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a snack bar, a little pick-me-up to keep him going.
As the sun began to set, the temperature dropped. The once-warm stone was now cold to the touch, and Liek could see his breath forming small clouds in front of him. He knew he couldn't stop for long; he had to keep moving. With renewed determination, he pressed on, each step a test of his willpower and endurance.
The night brought new challenges. The darkness was almost absolute, with only the faint light of the stars and the moon to guide him. He was glad it wasn’t full, he doubted the Great Demon Ape form would actually help much for this task, despite it’s greater strength, stamina and literally being built for climbing. Liek relied on his other senses, feeling his way up the tower and listening to the wind howling around him. His mind began to play tricks on him, making him question his decision to embark on this journey. Was this even worth it? Was he just wasting time? Had meeting the shadows actually being hallucinations of a brain fried by the desert heat? But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Hours turned into days, and Liek lost track of time. His body moved on autopilot, each movement driven by sheer determination. He encountered obstacles along the way – sections of the tower that had crumbled away, forcing him to make daring leaps, minimising the amount of ki he burned on flight to conserve his energy; fierce winds that threatened to tear him from the tower's surface; and moments of sheer exhaustion where he wanted nothing more than to give up.
But with each challenge, the young man grew stronger. He learned to adapt, to push beyond his limits, and to find strength in his determination. Thoughts of the shadow’s invitation, his words welcoming Liek to seek him out for further training. He thought of his Grandmother and the struggles and heartbreak she had gone through during the Secret War while no older then himself, believing the struggle he faced now to be nothing in comparison. He thought of the looming threat of the power and conflict thirsty Saiyan Empire, lurking on the edges of space, their eyes set on Earth. Resolve surged through his aching muscles and numb fingers, driving him every higher.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Liek saw a glimmer of light above him. With renewed vigour, he climbed the last few meters, pulling himself over the edge and onto a small platform. Rolling onto his back the teenager panted and flopped his limbs out around him, the adrenaline that had fuelled the last of his climb wearing out and the last of his energy fading with it. As his vision faded his head rolled back and his eyes turned to what was now physically above his head from his perspective, towards a pit-patting noise. There, for a moment, he saw a diminutive figure holding a large cane… but then his awareness faded into much needed sleep.
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It took a full day for the youth to awaken, but when he did he noticed with some surprise that he wasn’t outside any longer. Instead he found himself staring up at a white tiled ceiling. For a moment he panicked and wondered if he was in a hospital! Had he fallen off while asleep? Heck, had he hallucinated everything at the end and never even made it that far? However his nose didn’t pick up the telltale scents of disinfectant that was so synonymous with hospitals.
“So, you’re finally awake.” A voice near him said. The boy turned towards the voice and couldn’t find the words to describe what he was seeing. Standing there, looking out past the railings was a cat with ivory fur, clutching a large cane. The cat turned it’s head to look at him and laughed, “I’d have put you in a horse and cart, but hauling one of those up here ain’t easy.” The cat laughed, “But you would know all about that wouldn’t you? You climbed up here! The first one in ages!”
The cat walked over to the boy with a smile on it’s face, “The names Korin, and this is my tower.” the feline then tossed something to the young man, which, once he had the opportunity to examine it, turned out to be a small bean. Korin explained, “Eat this, it’ll fix you right up.”
Dubious, but not wanting to seem ungrateful, the teen forced his aching muscles to put the bean in his mouth and chew. Once it was a fine paste he swallowed. The effect was instant! Every ache, every pain, vanished. His arms, that had felt like dead weights felt light as a feather, his legs, which protested his every instruction, felt ready to run for days. The skin that had been worn away from his hands from grabbing the rocky surface of the tower knitted itself back together before his eyes, and the gnawing hunger within his belly melted away.
Predicting the boy’s question Korin said, “It’s a Senzu Bean. Once upon a time this was the only place you could get them. Ever since my dear Yajirobi descended the Tower and spread the knowledge of senzu farming a whole bunch of people started to cultivate them and sell them on the market.” He snorted, “Bah, no use complaining.” Looking the teen over the feline could tell he had the body of a fighter, “Somehow I don’t think you climbed all the way up here as some kind of extreme hobby. You had a goal in mind, so what was it?”
Honestly the young man wasn’t at all surprised that the magical cat had worked that out so easily. The top of Korin’s Tower wasn’t something just anyone could stumbled across and he doubted even the craziest adrenaline junkies would consider climbing to the peak something to do just for fun. Liek bowed to the cat and replied, “My name is Liek Galswith, I came seeking someone, while learning telepathy I came into contact with them and they said to come here. That doing so and climbing this tower would lead me towards them.”
Korin nodded, “I’m pretty sure I know who you’re looking for. As I’m sure you guessed, it ain’t me.”
“You do?” Liek asked excitedly, “Can you tell me?”
“I can.” Korin replied, but as Liek waited with bated breath he said, “But I won’t.”
“HUH?!”
“What? You thought I’d just tell you whatever you wanted just because you made it up here?” Korin laughed, “Heavens no! The real test begins now!” He grinned, “If you want to know who that was and how to get to them you’ll need to catch me!”
Seriously? Why where old people always so stubborn, and yes, Liek could tell that this cat was very old, far older then anything of it’s species should have been. Kind of like Master Roshi being well over three hundred years old. Was that connected in some way? The youth knew the old man had once drunk from the Fountain of Youth and had persisted over the centuries because of that. Had this cat done the same thing? Drinking from some silly fountain and gaining immortality. And then there was the speaking! Was that also a result of becoming immortal?
Whatever, problems for later!
The teenager launched himself at the cat with lightning speed, his hands outstretched to grab the plump cat, but, to his immense surprise, the cat darted out of the way and he ate a face full of floor. Dancing lightly on his feet the ancient cat chuckled to himself, “I’ve been doing this for a thousand years kid, you got to be quicker then that!”
Grumbling the teen grit his teeth, all three elements of his identity refusing to allow the cat the satisfaction of giving up. The Saiyan refused to allow a ball of fur to besmirch it’s Pride, the Demon raged at the humiliation of being evaded by a damn cat, and the Knight refusing to bend the knee to a mere game of tag simple because it was difficult. The young man adjusted his stance and charged again, first faking to the left before darting to the right. The craft feline merely smirked and once again darted out of the way, hoping over Liek’s head and landing gracefully behind him.
“Damn it!” Liek swore, barely catching himself before fell over again, “How are you so fast?”
“Speed alone isn’t enough, Liek. You need to predict your opponent’s movements. Feel their energy," Korin advised, “Don’t just find and follow. Read and anticipate.”
The advice puzzled the teen, he had been sensing energy since he was a child, but at the same time… no one had taught him. It would be hypocritical of him to criticise Opherla about not having formal training only to now dismiss the advice of a teacher when it came to his own self-taught skill. Taking the words to heart, Liek closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his senses. He felt the subtle shifts in Korin's energy, the way he moved with the wind. With newfound clarity, the teen dashed forward, his movements more fluid and precise. He feinted and then pivoted, reaching out his hands. For a brief second, it looked like he might actually catch Korin.
But Korin, with a chuckle, spun around Liek, leaving him grasping at empty air once more.
"Better, but you’re still thinking too much. Let go of your thoughts and just move," the furred hermit said.
The young man nodded, breathing deeply. He relaxed his mind, letting instinct take over. He moved with a speed and grace that surprised even himself, darting around Korin with an almost predatory focus. As Liek lunged once more, the feline hermit leaped into the air, expecting the youth to miss. But this time, Liek’s instincts guided him perfectly. He anticipated the leap and caught Korin’s tail in mid-air.
"Gotcha!" He grinned triumphantly.
Korin, dangling by his tail, smiled proudly. "Well done, kid!” He laughed, “You got this faster then most, must be all your prior training!” As the young man set the cat hermit down the fur ball sighed, “Ah, haven’t had exercise like that in a while!” Turning back to the youth he added, “Normally at this point I’d let a Tower Climber drink some of the Sacred Water, but for you I’ll skip that. Two reasons.” He interrupted Liek before he could ask his obvious question, “Firstly you didn’t come looking for it. Secondly there’s nothing magical about it, it’s just regular old tap water. The strength they think they’re getting from the water actually comes from climbing the tower and catching me. Learning about understanding yourself and your opponent helps more then drinking some magic water any day of the week.”
FUCKING. HERMITS.
Liek didn’t say anything. But one look at his face could tell anyone he was well and truly done with old people and their damn games. Running a hand down his face the boy sighed, “Ok then.” He sat down with a huff and asked, “So what about that person I was looking for?”
“Oh him?” Korin smiled, “He’s upstairs. If you climb onto the roof you should be able to make out his Lookout as a speck on a clear day. The fella’s name is Dende.”
Nodding Liek stood up and flew outside and onto the roof. At the very apex of Korin’s tower he turned his eyes skyward and squinted. Thankfully it was, indeed, a clear day, so as the youth looked skywards he was eventually make out a tiny speck high in the sky. The Lookout, home of Dende, the tall shadow he had spoken to with his telepathy.
“Maybe not today…” Liek mused, “But some day soon… Just you watch me, I’ll come up there and say ‘hello’ in person Dende!”
WC: 4,397
PL: 46,997
Weighted PL: 11,749.25
Zenny: 9,118
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Total Bonus: 85% Bonus to PL and 7.5% to Zenny
Notes: Liek now has In Character Knowledge of Dende
Amidst this lush wilderness, wildlife thrived in exuberant abundance. The melodic calls of exotic birds filled the air, their vibrant plumage flashing like jewels in the sunlight. Small mammals scurried through the underbrush, and insects buzzed and chirped, adding their voices to the forest's lively chorus. Occasionally, the rustle of leaves or the snap of a twig hinted at the presence of larger, more elusive creatures, unique to this mystical land.
Hidden deep within this verdant expanse stood Korin's Tower, a colossal structure that defied the laws of nature. Its base was concealed by the dense forest, an enigma to all but the most determined seekers. The tower soared skyward, piercing the canopy and vanishing into the clouds above. Reaching it required navigating treacherous terrain, dense foliage, and natural obstacles that seemed to test the resolve of those who ventured forth.
The forest surrounding Korin's Tower was not just a physical barrier but a spiritual one. Pilgrims and warriors embarked on this arduous journey, drawn by the promise of wisdom and strength offered by Korin, the wise and enigmatic martial arts master who resided within the tower. Each step taken through the dense forest was a testament to their determination, each obstacle overcome a measure of their perseverance.
Despite the challenges, the atmosphere around Korin's Tower exuded tranquillity and mystery. The serene sounds of nature, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the occasional chorus of frogs at dusk created a sense of peace that contrasted with the journey's hardships. The forest felt timeless, a sanctuary untouched by the outside world, where the presence of Korin imbued the air with a palpable sense of spiritual significance.
As one approached the base of the tower, the sheer magnitude of its presence inspired awe. The ancient stones of its foundation seemed to hum with latent energy, whispering secrets of forgotten eras. Climbing the tower was a feat reserved for the most resolute, for each level ascended brought one closer to the realm of the divine.
In the shadow of Korin's Tower, amidst the whispers of the forest and the echoes of distant thunder, one could not help but feel a profound connection to the world. Here, in this remote and sacred place, the boundary between the earthly and the ethereal blurred, and the promise of enlightenment beckoned to all who dared to seek it.
As he approached the young hybrid named Liek Galswith turned his thoughts to his purpose in this isolated part of the Earth; The two shadowy figures he’d seen in his mindscape while trying to figure out telepathy stuck with him. The first, squat one had been the most evasive about who they where, but at the same time had been very open about how he could be found. His hint had been cryptic and telling all at once, when the young man found himself meeting a red giant at an equally massive desk he should inquire about where to train. Specific and yet frustratingly vague, telling the youth what to do once he found the place, but not how to find that place. He realised it was pointless to dwell on such vague details, instead keeping faith that he would meet such conditions some day.
But the other, taller figure had been much more specific. Talk to the Keepers of Korin’s Tower. He knew that location! At least he knew it existed and had seen it on maps, he’d never ventured out that far before, and had seen the tower stretching out into the sky from a distance. There had always been a curiosity about the tower lurking in his mind but he’d never ventured to it as other, more immediate concerns had occupied his thoughts.
But now with the tall shadow pointing him towards the tower he couldn’t ignore the urges compelling him to fill the gaps in what he knew, his mind hungered and demanded knowledge to feed it. He had nothing else pressing to do that day, so that’s what he did, setting out early in morning towards the region of Korin’s Tower.
He made sure to get clearance from General Akubra first, at least. Turned out it was perfect for the other Tri-Stars as well since most of them had asked for clearance as well to handle some of their own matters, so the entire platoon was given several days off duty to handle whatever they needed. A smile crossed his face as he remembered his excited Surge had been to see her brother, apparently he’d been making great strides in recovering, a significant difference compared to his slow decline in the old hospitals he’d been in. The young hybrid was genuinely glad things had turned around for the two of them.
Back in the present the youth had opted to bypass the pilgrimage routes frequented by most other visitors to the forest, where he younger or weaker then perhaps he would have braved the forests trials and trails, taken on the challenge of the terrain and wildlife that would have no doubt barred his way and pushed his physical and spiritual limits as he attempted to reach the base of the Tower. But his senses told him that such things would present no challenge to him now, he’d grown beyond what most natural threats on Earth could match. So he simply avoided them entirely, soaring through the sky, using the Tower reaching up above the canopy to navigate.
Within moments he had reached the tower and came to a stop in midair, casting his gaze up higher and higher into the depths of the sky. Exhaling the youth couldn’t help but marvel at the structure, intricate carvings covering the surface as far as the eye could see, while it’s width giving the appearance of being fragile, and yet it was sturdy enough to exist unbroken for centuries. How did anyone on Earth manage to build something like this?
Sighing, knowing he would never know the real answer the boy descended towards the base of the Tower where he found a surprise, a whole tribe of humans with dark skin. Most went about their business, gracing him only with curious or suspicious glances, but some had stopped to look at him openly with the same expressions. Liek didn’t blame them one bit, after all it wasn’t every day a random teenager literally flew into a remote village.
The people of the tribe looked to be simple folk. Clad tanned animal skin pants with sashes around their waists. The women wore modest shirts while the men omitted this article of clothing, but both wore tanned vest jackets. Many also wore simple jewellery made of beads and teeth along with feathers tucked into their hair. Housing among the tribe appeared to be made up of wooden supports arranged into conical shapes and then wrapped in leather.
A massive man emerged from among the scattered locals, distinct not only in the size of his muscles but also in the face paint decorating his face, and the number of feathers decorating his long hair, which was pulled into a ponytail. The stopped in front of Liek with a suspicious expression, but despite any concerns he may have had, the man inclined his head in greeting and said, “Welcome Stranger, to Korin Village. We of the Karinga Tribe welcome you.” He stood up straight before continuing, “I am Borra, Chief of the Karinga Tribe.”
Liek bowed respectfully and replied, “I am Liek Galswith. It is an honour to be welcomed to these lands by you, Chief Borra.” He stood back up and found the large man to now be smiling.
“A fine greeting.” The chieftain noted, “I am glad. I had worried that you came to these lands for dark purposes, as so many others have, but your words and how you say them reveal the purity of your visit.”
It was Liek’s turn to look concerned, “Others with dark purpose? Is it anything I could help you with?”
The chief raised a hand, “There is no need to trouble yourself. Such people are infrequent and not more then we can deal with ourselves.” The man then held his hand out to the side and asked, “Surely you have travelled far, you can rest in my tepee if you need to, and we would be happy to share of our food and water. The journey to the Tower exhausts many and we always keep some spare for weary, honest, travellers.”
Liek smiled at the invitation, but he held up his hands, “I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine.” he looked over at the base of the Tower before looking up, “May I ask something, Chief Borra?”
The man was surprised by the youth turning down the offer of rest as most travellers where near their limit by the time they reached the village. But then, this one had flown in under their own power, no vehicles in sight. This youth was different from all the other travellers actually. The honest types always came in on foot, taking the trials and hardships of traversing the forest as as much of the purpose of the journey as the destination, and once they reached the village they always treated the Tribes ways with respect. The ones with dark intent took shortcuts, usually in the form of vehicles like helicopters before making demands and disrespecting their traditions.
But this young man… Borra couldn’t help but be curious about him, “Of course, ask your question.”
After a long pause Liek turned back towards Borra and replied, “While learning the skill of telepathy I… made contact with someone.” The large chieftain’s eyes widened, telepathy was not unheard of among the Karinga and one of the Elders even practised it, but it was notoriously difficult to learn. Borra himself had been trying to learn for years and failed repeatedly. And yet this boy had managed it? The youth continued, “They told me that if I wished to meet them in person I should seek the Keepers of Korin’s Tower and ask them about climbing it.”
Now it all made sense to Borra. This strange flying youth coming this day, why he was so different from everyone else who came seeking the Tower. The honest braved the forest to hone their physical, mental and spiritual strength. The dark hearted sought to bolster their might for it’s own sake and their egos. This youth was beyond the trials the forest could offer and the Guardian had taken an interest in him, calling him to the Tower to face a different trial to the Forest.
Closing his eyes Borra nodded, “I see.” He opened his eyes and looked down at Liek while folding his arms, “Normally the honour of climbing the Tower is denied to most. Even among the Karinga there are few deemed worthy of even making the attempt, and few still to succeed! I, myself, have never even managed to make it halfway!” He placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder, “But you have been Chosen to face the Tower. I cannot say what you will find, only that you must conquer the trial found at the top!” He stepped back and finished, “I grant you permission to climb the Tower! Good luck to you, Young Liek!”
Sighing in relief, a part of him having dreaded being told no, the young man bowed again and said, “Thank you for this honour, Chief Borra.” He then turned to the tower and took a step towards it. Looking up he took stock of how much stamina he had left, and how massive the tower looked. Sure, if he’d had a rest and a meal like Borra had offered it would be easier, but the young man was confident he could make it to the top even without a rest… even if he couldn’t see the top right now. Taking a deep breath the boy zipped his jacket up before he swung his arms back and bent his knees into a squat. Surging energy through his body into his legs he swung his arms up as he leapt off ground with all his might, leaving a plume of dust in his wake as he launched himself high into the air. At the apex of his jump he reached out and caught the side of the tower and clung to it… focusing his breathing he prepared for the hard part; flying would drain too much energy. Physically climbing the tower was his only chance of reaching the top, and so he reached one hand up and grabbed a hold and started to pull himself up.
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The first few hours had been relatively easy after his leap, the excitement of a new challenge proving fuel for his every move. The tower’s surface was rough, providing ample grip for his hands and feet. As he climbed higher, he noticed the ground below becoming a distant memory, the people and buildings shrinking to mere specks. The air grew thinner, and the wind picked up, making each step more challenging.
By the time the midday sun hung high over heard Liek was starting to feel the burn in his muscles, a mild ache setting in as his hands started to feel effects of gripping the rough stone. He paused on a small ledge to catch his breath, looking up at the seemingly endless expanse of the tower above him. It was then that he realized the true magnitude of his task. The tower seemed to stretch on forever, with no end in sight. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a snack bar, a little pick-me-up to keep him going.
As the sun began to set, the temperature dropped. The once-warm stone was now cold to the touch, and Liek could see his breath forming small clouds in front of him. He knew he couldn't stop for long; he had to keep moving. With renewed determination, he pressed on, each step a test of his willpower and endurance.
The night brought new challenges. The darkness was almost absolute, with only the faint light of the stars and the moon to guide him. He was glad it wasn’t full, he doubted the Great Demon Ape form would actually help much for this task, despite it’s greater strength, stamina and literally being built for climbing. Liek relied on his other senses, feeling his way up the tower and listening to the wind howling around him. His mind began to play tricks on him, making him question his decision to embark on this journey. Was this even worth it? Was he just wasting time? Had meeting the shadows actually being hallucinations of a brain fried by the desert heat? But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Hours turned into days, and Liek lost track of time. His body moved on autopilot, each movement driven by sheer determination. He encountered obstacles along the way – sections of the tower that had crumbled away, forcing him to make daring leaps, minimising the amount of ki he burned on flight to conserve his energy; fierce winds that threatened to tear him from the tower's surface; and moments of sheer exhaustion where he wanted nothing more than to give up.
But with each challenge, the young man grew stronger. He learned to adapt, to push beyond his limits, and to find strength in his determination. Thoughts of the shadow’s invitation, his words welcoming Liek to seek him out for further training. He thought of his Grandmother and the struggles and heartbreak she had gone through during the Secret War while no older then himself, believing the struggle he faced now to be nothing in comparison. He thought of the looming threat of the power and conflict thirsty Saiyan Empire, lurking on the edges of space, their eyes set on Earth. Resolve surged through his aching muscles and numb fingers, driving him every higher.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Liek saw a glimmer of light above him. With renewed vigour, he climbed the last few meters, pulling himself over the edge and onto a small platform. Rolling onto his back the teenager panted and flopped his limbs out around him, the adrenaline that had fuelled the last of his climb wearing out and the last of his energy fading with it. As his vision faded his head rolled back and his eyes turned to what was now physically above his head from his perspective, towards a pit-patting noise. There, for a moment, he saw a diminutive figure holding a large cane… but then his awareness faded into much needed sleep.
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It took a full day for the youth to awaken, but when he did he noticed with some surprise that he wasn’t outside any longer. Instead he found himself staring up at a white tiled ceiling. For a moment he panicked and wondered if he was in a hospital! Had he fallen off while asleep? Heck, had he hallucinated everything at the end and never even made it that far? However his nose didn’t pick up the telltale scents of disinfectant that was so synonymous with hospitals.
“So, you’re finally awake.” A voice near him said. The boy turned towards the voice and couldn’t find the words to describe what he was seeing. Standing there, looking out past the railings was a cat with ivory fur, clutching a large cane. The cat turned it’s head to look at him and laughed, “I’d have put you in a horse and cart, but hauling one of those up here ain’t easy.” The cat laughed, “But you would know all about that wouldn’t you? You climbed up here! The first one in ages!”
The cat walked over to the boy with a smile on it’s face, “The names Korin, and this is my tower.” the feline then tossed something to the young man, which, once he had the opportunity to examine it, turned out to be a small bean. Korin explained, “Eat this, it’ll fix you right up.”
Dubious, but not wanting to seem ungrateful, the teen forced his aching muscles to put the bean in his mouth and chew. Once it was a fine paste he swallowed. The effect was instant! Every ache, every pain, vanished. His arms, that had felt like dead weights felt light as a feather, his legs, which protested his every instruction, felt ready to run for days. The skin that had been worn away from his hands from grabbing the rocky surface of the tower knitted itself back together before his eyes, and the gnawing hunger within his belly melted away.
Predicting the boy’s question Korin said, “It’s a Senzu Bean. Once upon a time this was the only place you could get them. Ever since my dear Yajirobi descended the Tower and spread the knowledge of senzu farming a whole bunch of people started to cultivate them and sell them on the market.” He snorted, “Bah, no use complaining.” Looking the teen over the feline could tell he had the body of a fighter, “Somehow I don’t think you climbed all the way up here as some kind of extreme hobby. You had a goal in mind, so what was it?”
Honestly the young man wasn’t at all surprised that the magical cat had worked that out so easily. The top of Korin’s Tower wasn’t something just anyone could stumbled across and he doubted even the craziest adrenaline junkies would consider climbing to the peak something to do just for fun. Liek bowed to the cat and replied, “My name is Liek Galswith, I came seeking someone, while learning telepathy I came into contact with them and they said to come here. That doing so and climbing this tower would lead me towards them.”
Korin nodded, “I’m pretty sure I know who you’re looking for. As I’m sure you guessed, it ain’t me.”
“You do?” Liek asked excitedly, “Can you tell me?”
“I can.” Korin replied, but as Liek waited with bated breath he said, “But I won’t.”
“HUH?!”
“What? You thought I’d just tell you whatever you wanted just because you made it up here?” Korin laughed, “Heavens no! The real test begins now!” He grinned, “If you want to know who that was and how to get to them you’ll need to catch me!”
Seriously? Why where old people always so stubborn, and yes, Liek could tell that this cat was very old, far older then anything of it’s species should have been. Kind of like Master Roshi being well over three hundred years old. Was that connected in some way? The youth knew the old man had once drunk from the Fountain of Youth and had persisted over the centuries because of that. Had this cat done the same thing? Drinking from some silly fountain and gaining immortality. And then there was the speaking! Was that also a result of becoming immortal?
Whatever, problems for later!
The teenager launched himself at the cat with lightning speed, his hands outstretched to grab the plump cat, but, to his immense surprise, the cat darted out of the way and he ate a face full of floor. Dancing lightly on his feet the ancient cat chuckled to himself, “I’ve been doing this for a thousand years kid, you got to be quicker then that!”
Grumbling the teen grit his teeth, all three elements of his identity refusing to allow the cat the satisfaction of giving up. The Saiyan refused to allow a ball of fur to besmirch it’s Pride, the Demon raged at the humiliation of being evaded by a damn cat, and the Knight refusing to bend the knee to a mere game of tag simple because it was difficult. The young man adjusted his stance and charged again, first faking to the left before darting to the right. The craft feline merely smirked and once again darted out of the way, hoping over Liek’s head and landing gracefully behind him.
“Damn it!” Liek swore, barely catching himself before fell over again, “How are you so fast?”
“Speed alone isn’t enough, Liek. You need to predict your opponent’s movements. Feel their energy," Korin advised, “Don’t just find and follow. Read and anticipate.”
The advice puzzled the teen, he had been sensing energy since he was a child, but at the same time… no one had taught him. It would be hypocritical of him to criticise Opherla about not having formal training only to now dismiss the advice of a teacher when it came to his own self-taught skill. Taking the words to heart, Liek closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his senses. He felt the subtle shifts in Korin's energy, the way he moved with the wind. With newfound clarity, the teen dashed forward, his movements more fluid and precise. He feinted and then pivoted, reaching out his hands. For a brief second, it looked like he might actually catch Korin.
But Korin, with a chuckle, spun around Liek, leaving him grasping at empty air once more.
"Better, but you’re still thinking too much. Let go of your thoughts and just move," the furred hermit said.
The young man nodded, breathing deeply. He relaxed his mind, letting instinct take over. He moved with a speed and grace that surprised even himself, darting around Korin with an almost predatory focus. As Liek lunged once more, the feline hermit leaped into the air, expecting the youth to miss. But this time, Liek’s instincts guided him perfectly. He anticipated the leap and caught Korin’s tail in mid-air.
"Gotcha!" He grinned triumphantly.
Korin, dangling by his tail, smiled proudly. "Well done, kid!” He laughed, “You got this faster then most, must be all your prior training!” As the young man set the cat hermit down the fur ball sighed, “Ah, haven’t had exercise like that in a while!” Turning back to the youth he added, “Normally at this point I’d let a Tower Climber drink some of the Sacred Water, but for you I’ll skip that. Two reasons.” He interrupted Liek before he could ask his obvious question, “Firstly you didn’t come looking for it. Secondly there’s nothing magical about it, it’s just regular old tap water. The strength they think they’re getting from the water actually comes from climbing the tower and catching me. Learning about understanding yourself and your opponent helps more then drinking some magic water any day of the week.”
FUCKING. HERMITS.
Liek didn’t say anything. But one look at his face could tell anyone he was well and truly done with old people and their damn games. Running a hand down his face the boy sighed, “Ok then.” He sat down with a huff and asked, “So what about that person I was looking for?”
“Oh him?” Korin smiled, “He’s upstairs. If you climb onto the roof you should be able to make out his Lookout as a speck on a clear day. The fella’s name is Dende.”
Nodding Liek stood up and flew outside and onto the roof. At the very apex of Korin’s tower he turned his eyes skyward and squinted. Thankfully it was, indeed, a clear day, so as the youth looked skywards he was eventually make out a tiny speck high in the sky. The Lookout, home of Dende, the tall shadow he had spoken to with his telepathy.
“Maybe not today…” Liek mused, “But some day soon… Just you watch me, I’ll come up there and say ‘hello’ in person Dende!”
WC: 4,397
PL: 46,997
Weighted PL: 11,749.25
Zenny: 9,118
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Total Bonus: 85% Bonus to PL and 7.5% to Zenny
Notes: Liek now has In Character Knowledge of Dende
