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Aug 5, 2024 2:13:43 GMT

Post by Athren on Aug 5, 2024 2:13:43 GMT

It was the last day before the tournament and the ship was slowly nearing Earth. It had been a long six days and the time didn't seem to go fast. However, it was a very beneficial six days for those on the ship who had actually been training and pushing themselves to be as strong as they could be for the upcoming tournament. Athren didn't seem to have stopped during the entire time he was traveling. He slept, ate, trained, ate some more and trained some more and repeated this every single day during their travels. As far as Callion and Pars had gone, he wasn't keeping tabs but he had thought they had been getting in some training too and while he figured they hadn't been pushing quite as hard as he was, he had hoped they'd be ready for the battle to come. While Athren didn't think winning over the Earthlings was going to be something of difficulty, he did suspect there would be some level of resistance that would take some light effort to overcome. He was going to be ready for that resistance and he was putting the work in. Every single day of this journey had been non-stop training and he wasn't about to stop now. Tomorrow was the big day, the day he'd be facing off against ninety nine other fights for the winning position at the tournament. While he didn't necessarily care if he was the victor, he demanded a saiyan victory and couldn't help but think it might as well be him if the chance provided itself.

In order for the chance to provide itself though, he was going to have to make sure he was in the best possible condition that he could be. This would involve steady training, techniques and just generally working on getting stronger. While he had been doing most of that during the travel through space, he had still found himself with a limited window to get stronger. He was due to land on Earth tomorrow and the tournament was due to start then too. He was eager for it, more than ready to face whatever strong warriors had come his way. He had nothing but faith that the saiyans would get a massive victory here, how couldn't they? They were the ultimate warrior race, they were born and bred to fight and doing it since they could walk. No other race in the universe had the same development as the saiyan race did when it came to being warriors and no other race could hold a candle to saiyan might. The opposition would fall and they'd fall hard, they'd get to experience first hand what a true saiyan warrior was capable of and it was going to be quite fun. The excitement started pushing Athren even harder as the tournament had drawn itself closer and closer. For tomorrow, he was going to have the luxury of beating up a lot of random fighters and displaying what he could do.

While he had already completed and intense training session today, there was still more work to be done. He had finished off mastering the Super Nova Cannon technique but now he wanted something that was more for defense. He had a Ki barrier technique that would hold strong if he couldn't get out of the way of an incoming attack but now he wanted something that would possibly make him avoid being attacked all together. He was going to develop and After-Image style technique where he'd leave behind an image or multiple of himself in order to fool the opponent into attack where he was instead of where he is. A technique like this would allow him to set himself up to maximize on an opponents weakness and avoid damage all together. It was a technique that would be quite practical in multiple situations. The technique itself shouldn't be too difficult to learn either, it's essentially just rapid movement. Of course, Athren was a perfectionist so he wasn't going to settle for anything less than perfect but that was going to be alright. He still had half a day left to prepare this technique and he didn't plan on stopping until it was done. Even if he had been in the gravity chamber for an extended period of time, he'd still have more than enough time to rest, eat food and get himself ready for the tournament in the morning. Right now, he was prioritizing training and techniques.

While he did take a short break after learning the Super Nova Cannon to eat some food and rest, he wanted to come back into the gravity chamber fresh and restored. He also wanted to work himself back into it instead of just going all out upon arrival. Entering the gravity room once more Athren walked to the middle of the room. He was equipped with his Super Heavy Weights, he had some pre-workout mix and he was eager to get to it. Though before he applied more weight by adding the gravity, Athren had began to stretch out his limbs on by one. He rotated each one of his arms forwards multiple times followed by rotating them back, he stepped forward and stretched each of his legs out thoroughly before rotating his neck around clockwise followed by counter clockwise. The last thing he needed was an injury due to neglect. He wanted to make sure his body was ready for another training and he was positive that his mind was. Though there was really no risk of injuring his mind here, his body had been put under a lot of pressure and weight for the last week so he'd do anything he could in order to reduce the chances of self harm. It'd be kind of foolish if he couldn't participate in tomorrow's tournament due to him spraining an ankle or wrist. He had to make sure he was in the best possible shape. A little bit of soreness was something he was fine with, that he could work through.

He walked over to the controls of his gravity machine. His right hand turning the settings of the gravity to the highest level that he currently had installed in his ship. With the dial set his right hand moved over to the button to activate it and with his pointer finger he pushed it down thoroughly. Within a few seconds the lights in the room went from white to red, it was the indicator that the gravity was active and Athren immediately felt the extra pull of the gravity trying to bring him down to the floor. With the heaviest point of his body on his shoulders as that's where most of the weight of his super heavy weights had been pulling him down. He walked to the middle of the room now to provide him with plenty of space to move and roam, a place where nothing would get in his way of getting in his warm up before he started training thoroughly once more. It was here that he stretched out under the weight of the gravity once more, preparing his body completely before jumping into his training. His training plan this time was simple, adapt to the gravity, warm up with the training dummy and then use the training dummy to attack him. Once it was attacking him he'd use that pressure to try and develop this technique. Though the technique couldn't have been too difficult, he had seen it done by a handful of warriors in his past and they had been much weaker than him.

At this point Athren would start himself off small by roaming the room in circles to keep a solid pace. He threw attacks in the air as if he were fighting a live opponent. He was simply shadow boxing, getting use body and muscles adapted to the intense gravity once more as it tried to drop him to the floor, but he simply wasn't going to fall to the gravity at all. He was going to stand tall against it, his muscles would continue to resist the hard pull of the weights. Even if his muscles were sore and fatigued from the previous training session, they weren't even close to the point of failure where he'd collapse and hit the floor. He was far from that point and until he was at that point, he would push as hard as he could in order to make sure that all of his training had been maximized to the fullest. There wasn't a lot of time left between now and landing on Earth and he had to make sure he was going to be ready. It wasn't just the tournament that he wanted to be ready for though. He couldn't imagine Earth being friendly towards the saiyan race and he had a feeling that just being there would've put him in the crosshairs of some. While it was unlikely, he wanted to be ready to fight for his life if required.

He continued to move around the room for quite some time, he allowed himself to adapt to the heavy pull of the gravity fully. Each punch he sent flying to the air, every kick, every single attack had been drawn to the floor by the intensity of the gravity but he didn't allow his muscles to fail, he didn't allow his body to give a single inch to the gravity. His attacks held strong, as did his muscles as they resisted the weight of the gravity and stayed right where Athren had delivered them too. Even if the gravity had tried to take a hold of him. Athren was too stubborn and strong for that, even if his body had started to be fatigued to the point of failure, his saiyan pride was going to be too strong to allow himself to fail like that. This wasn't a real opponent he was facing, he wasn't even up against his training dummy, he was simply up against extreme pressures and weight and if something like that could defeat him, then he wouldn't have the right to call himself a warrior at all. His pride was far too strong for that and even if he was a half-breed like a handful of his former opponents had assumed, he had carried his saiyan pride with him since birth. He had been raised on Planet Vegeta and trained to be a true saiyan warrior. It didn't matter what was in his blood, he was a saiyan warrior through and through and his actions would always prove that to be true.

Even the battle of Namek and Cereal should have proven that. The cerealian who had brought him down was powerful but Athren made that fighter work for every hit that was landed. Athren wasn't going to roll over or just give up because it seemed hopeless, he was going to fight to the bitter end with everything he had. Even if that meant that he was going to die, he'd set his own terms and go out in his own way and fighting to the death and standing there proud and tall had seemed like a suitable way to go out. That was a death that Athren wouldn't complain with, one he wouldn't argue with and it was one he could embrace with pride. While every single saiyan had wanted to win their fights against a powerful opponent, sometimes it just hadn't been in the cards for them and they'd have to face the reality of that when the moment came. There was a fighter out there stronger than you and there always would be and in the moments that you got to face them down and fight them two the bitter end. You could embrace the end result with pride, or you could deny it and try to flee like a coward and running wasn't Athren's style. Fighting to the death was.

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Gravity Activated 75%
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Super Heavy Weights Equipped: 75%

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Aug 5, 2024 2:14:20 GMT

Post by Athren on Aug 5, 2024 2:14:20 GMT

After a while of circling the room and getting his muscles adapted to the gravity once more, Athren would slide to a halt on the hard floor of the gravity chamber. He made his way over to the training dummy and activated it and set it onto it's offensive mode. This mode had been programmed into the training dummy at the manufacture and was essentially what it sounded like. The training dummy wouldn't focus on defensive maneuvers and simply try to overwhelm it's opponents with the most precise and powerful offensive that it could muster and given that it didn't have stamina or normal energy like a living being, it could really go all out and apply a lot of pressure to even the strongest of fighters. Especially while that fighter was under the weight of super heavy weights and amplified gravity. All of this combined would make sure that Athren would have a very beneficial training session and that would help make him much stronger and also give him the perfect opportunity to perfect this new line of techniques that he wanted to learn. Though for now, Athren took a leap back and positioned himself in the center of the room. He wanted to start off with space and distance from the training dummy to give him an appropriate amount of time to react to the first group of attacks that would come his way. He took his fighting stance and a smirk had crossed his face from ear to ear as he awaited what was to come.

When the training dummy finally pressed off his metal foot and pushed to close the gap between itself and Athren, Athren had been more than ready for it. He began ducking and dodging the incoming strikes from the robot. His head moving back and forth rapidly to avoid getting hit with a hard metal punch. His feet moved to back up slowly as he was being tested by a fast barrage of fast and rapid attacks, yet the warriors focus had been completely set on this moment. He had been managing to avoid all of them just fine. He could feel the sweat building up on his skin, slowly soaking into his clothing underneath what little armor he did have. In this case, his armor had essentially been a dud as far as protection went. It was custom lined with his Super Heavy Weights and that was it's purpose. If the armor had taken a hit, it wouldn't do anything to protect him. It had been modified fully to only support his weights and become a thing he wore while training to increase the benefits of his training. The sore purpose of this modification, was training and that was it. Athren would keep moving, ducking, dodging and avoiding the incoming blows as the weights upon his shoulders made his body really work to do all of this. Sweat continued to pour, but he wasn't backing down nor was he going to slow down.

During the massive barrage that was heading his way, Athren had managed to break off the fight and get some distance. He did this by leaping back when he saw an appropriate moment to do just that. He came to a sliding stop and as his ocean blue eyes focused in on the training dummy that had been before him. It once again attempted to close the gap and this is when Athren decided was best to do this technique. He knew that it wouldn't be that difficult but he'd have to put some effort in. The base of the technique was moving faster than the eye could see, which at this point really just depending on the power level of those he was fighting. He was far more than capable of moving at such speeds, he just had to execute it properly. Using his rapid speed that was the culmination of all his training and years of fights, Athren moved around the room nearly instantly. As he stood across from where he was previously, he could see a still image of himself standing in his fighting pose. He had done exactly what he had wanted to do. He moved fast and left an image of himself behind. He'd call this the 'Nova Image Technique' to keep up with his normal theme of naming attacks. He couldn't help but smirk at his own success, it was nice seeing progress and it was very nice seeing it happen so rapidly.

The training dummy itself wasn't able to visually see a difference between the image that was left behind and the actual Athren. It had closed the gap rapidly and swung it's fist at the image that had been left behind. It flew right through the image and completely missed it's attack. If it was capable of confusion, it likely would've been more confused than ever. Instead it simply stopped in it's tracks and began to look around through room through it's optic sensor. It tried it's best to find Athren and eventually it locked onto him once more as it prepared to begin another onslaught of attacks. Though Athren wasn't going to make it so easy. This time around, he was going to leave multiple moving images around to truly confuse the training dummy. He knew what it was like to be fooled by an after-image technique and more often than not, it was an easy thing to get fooled by when you were in the heat of the fight. Athren frequently used his ki sensing abilities while fighting it out with others, but in the heat of the battle when you were eager to make an attack, it was easy to get lost in that moment and not pay attention to the ki that had shifted to a different location. An error like that typical got you hit from the side or behind and gave a brief moment of advantage to the opposition. The technique was very beneficial.

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[DT1] Nova Image Learned
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Aug 5, 2024 2:14:59 GMT

Post by Athren on Aug 5, 2024 2:14:59 GMT

With the training dummy now facing Athren and ready to attack once more, Athren had been dead set on confusing the training dummy further. He was going to make it even more difficult for the training dummy to lock in on him. If it had struggled with one Nova Image, it would struggle further with multiple and this time moving images. It was essentially the same concept as before, Athren just needed to keep his movements clean and crisp. He couldn't be slow or sloppy at all and had to make these images look as real as possible. By real, visually they would look real for a few moments but the actions themselves had to be that of a warrior who was trying to win. If the images looked sloppy as if it were somebody making fast movements just because, it wouldn't serve it's purpose and could even visually be picked out. This was something that Athren was not going to tolerate. He was far too much of a perfectionist to allow his own techniques to look or be anything less than perfect. They had to perform to the peak of his own abilities, his techniques were a reflection of the warrior he was and he couldn't tolerate anything less than that. He was a warrior through and through, he was trained and over his years of experienced he had honed his abilities and became a very talented and skilled warrior. He wouldn't let appearances display anything less than that.

As the training dummy drew very close with it's metal fist clenched and cocked back, it was now time for Athren to make his display to throw it off of its game. He had to be fast and smooth, he couldn't afford to mess this up and make any of this look sloppy. Quickly, before the training dummy had closed the distance he launched his self forward towards the dummy with his fist cocked back. He immediately returned to his default position and moved to the right as if he were getting out of harms way. All the images had been simple so far. He returned back to his original spot for a third time, this time he jumped up as he made it appear he was getting out of harms way once again. All of the images he had left behind were clean and crisp. They had the appearance that it was a real warrior trying his best to avoid any sort of damage. The first one, looked like it was a warrior pressing an attack and was ready to do some massive damage. The training dummy was going to have a lot to figure out here as it wasn't going to have faced this technique before from Athren. It had learned as it fought and learned from scanning techniques and fighting patterns but this? This had been something new to it, something it never got to scan or figure out. While the computer was smart, it still had things to learn and adapt too.

The image that had appeared to be pressing the attack forced the training dummy into a defensive position very briefly. It brought both it's metal arms up and crossed it's arms in a solid X shape to tank the blow of the punch. It positioned the middle of the X in the way of the punch. Though it was prepared to defend against a powerful punch, the image simply phased through and vanished from sight. It wasn't really Athren and it was just an image incapable of actually doing any physical harm. With this image now gone, the training dummy focused in on the image that had been moving to it's left. It closed the gap once more, bringing it's knee up and through the image in order to try to land a devastating blow. Though once more, the attack had just managed to phase right through the moving image and not hit it's mark. The computer itself was trying it's best to figure out exactly what the hell had been going on but it didn't fully understand yet. It was trying to adapt and learn how to deal with this to continue being a valuable training dummy but it was struggling. The image that had leaped into the air was now it's next target as Athren watched from across the room. It jumped up to face Athren and brought a double axe handle strike to the head of the image but once again, it's attack simply phased through the image before the training dummy landed on it's feet to recover from it's attempted offensive.

Athren had watched all of this go down from the safe distance across the room. He was very amused with how the training dummy wasn't figuring it out and it was falling for every image that had been left behind by Athren. This was a way to bring Athren's confidence up further within this technique. It was a clear sign that visually, everything about the technique had looked like it was real. That was the techniques intended purpose and it was working like a charm now. Athren was confident in his own abilities and knew that in the heat of battle, he'd be able to pull this off and fool another fighter. Though there was still work to do, while he was dubbing this version of the technique the 'improved Nova Image' he still needed to finish off strong with the 'Super Nova Image' which was just going to be more moving images being left behind. So far though, he was very pleased with what had been done today. He had learned his Nova Cannon earlier in the day and now he was developing a new technique that would help contribute to some victories. There was nothing to complain about and he knew that by time he landed on Earth, he would be more than ready to face down whatever it was that decided to stand in his way.

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[DT2]Improved Nova Image: Learned
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Aug 5, 2024 2:15:46 GMT

Post by Athren on Aug 5, 2024 2:15:46 GMT

The last stage of the technique wasn't really going to be any more difficult than the rest of them for the concept was the same. It was all about being fast and smooth and keeping a certain consistency with the pacing and actions of the images you wanted to leave behind. In order for the images to maintain a certain sense of realism, Athren would once again need to make them appear as if was really him trying his best within the fight. Yet again, he couldn't afford to be sloppy and slow. He couldn't afford to be sluggish with them either as that would've been a dead giveaway that it wasn't actually him. If the image had looked to be faked, it would be easy to assume it had been fake and that wasn't the outcome he desired. Being a perfectionist, he had to do this right and he had to make it look as if it were really him and there wasn't any room for failure or anything less than perfect. That was just how it needed to be. Athren was well aware that he always put a lot of pressure on himself to perform to the absolute best of his abilities, he competed with himself primarily and wanted to be stronger and better than he was the day before. All improvements that he made to himself were for him. While it was nice being stronger and better than others, it was more important to him that he grow on his own terms. That's just the way he was and nothing was going to change that.

Did he want to be able to defeat other strong warriors and be one of the strongest saiyans to ever live? Absolutely, but he wasn't going to allow the judgement of others to dictate that or effect the way he went about this. This was just who he was and every step he made was for his own benefit. Even if he was providing a service to the Empire by doing all the jobs and getting this strong, his own benefit was still the upfront and most important thought he had. Ultimately, the Empire was always going to come second to his own wants and needs and that was just because of who he was. He couldn't stay loyal to an Empire if the benefits to him weren't worth it and with the amount of strength he had gathered in such a limited period of time, he felt that it wouldn't take much more time for him to outgrow the Empire completely. He was growing so strong and so fast that he was going to need a more important role, maybe even one of leadership or something else. He didn't know where this train of thought was going to take him but with his power level growing, he felt as if he was going to need more than where he was now. Currently, he had just been a Corporal and that wasn't going to work for him for a long period of time. His strength had almost been enough to rival even the King himself.

Getting back to the business of it all, Athren focused on his technique and began to move rapidly once more. He was leaving images of himself left right and center to throw off the training dummy's sensors. Athren had left five clean ones behind. Their movements had been flawless and all doing different things and the training dummy didn't have a single clue with how to handle it properly. It simply just focused in on one at a time and put it's fist through them to determine that they hadn't been real at all. Athren on the other hand had been spectating from across the room. He had a smirk on his face as his training had been complete at this point. Everything he wanted to do in this gravity chamber before the tournament now had been finished and he now had the 'Super Nova Image' technique under his belt. With one more technique for his usage before the tournament, Athren was confident that tomorrow would end in a saiyan victory. That's what he wanted. He wanted the saiyan race to remind the universe just what they were capable of. Maybe this hand something to do with the struggle of Namek and Cereal, maybe Athren wanted to add some confidence in the members of his race after those tough fought victories. He wanted to remind the universe and the saiyan race themselves that they were superior, they were the warrior race of the universe and nobody else could even come close.

While the PTO had managed to overwhelm the saiyans with numbers, the saiyans had won that battle too. The PTO had collected grunts throughout the universe and their greatest strength was the sheer amount of soldiers they could throw at a single target and while that was all good, Athren figured they'd come back eventually and maybe with stronger fighters. He needed the saiyan race to know that they were the best, he needed more victories to build their confidence to push them to more victories in the future. While Athren had questions about whether or not he was still in the right role with his race and the Empire, he was still going to give the Empire his all until he decided not too. That would include him continuing to train and become stronger, he had to keep growing as an asset for himself and the Empire as a whole. There would come a time where his own strength would mean something on a universal scale, it wouldn't just be about him or the Empire anymore but he'd actually have a hand in shaping a universe that he wanted. For now though, it was time to ditch the training and the thoughts and go idle for the night. The tournament was tomorrow and he needed food and rest. He needed to be at his best in the morning.

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[DT3] Super Nova Image Learned
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