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.
Word Count: 2,000
Gravity Activated 75%
Pre-Workout Mix (1) used 10%
Training Dummy Used; 25%
Super Heavy Weights Equipped: 75%
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.
Word Count: 2,000
Gravity Activated 75%
Pre-Workout Mix (1) used 10%
Training Dummy Used; 25%
Super Heavy Weights Equipped: 75%