Aug 6, 2024 13:11:33 GMT
Post by Liek on Aug 6, 2024 13:11:33 GMT
It was a peaceful, calm afternoon in the southern islands of Earth. The cool sea breeze was sweeping across the islands much to the delight of the residents who dwelt upon them. The sun shone through the sparsely clouded sky, and the waves rolled across the shores much to the delight of beachgoers. For those holidaymakers and residents, the islands were the picture of an idealistic place of relaxation and entertainment, the perfect day to forget your worries and spend time outside with loved ones.
Master Roshi, as distant as he may have been from the humdrum of civilized life, was no exception to the desire to enjoy the simple things in life. As such, it would not have surprised anyone who knew him as to what he was doing that day…
With that kind of build-up, many would expect to find the ancient martial arts master sprawled out on a fold-out chair on the beach of his isolated home, enjoying the sun and breeze, possibly working on a tan alongside Turtle.
But, oh no. The old man had other plans. Instead, the old man was taking full advantage of a brand new set of binoculars he’d mail-ordered recently. To make full advantage of the binoculars, the old man had used that old submarine he’d bought before the Android Incident all those centuries ago and sneakily driven it closer to civilization, scaled a cliff, and was now using the vantage point to observe a gaggle of young women in their bikinis.
So absorbed was the old man in his ‘observations’ and giggling to himself that he failed to notice a shadow approaching him from behind. The figure, wreathed in shadow by the sun’s angle, looked down on the old man with a critical eye for a moment before a broad grin spread across their face. Leaning down, the voice whispered in the old man’s ear with a sultry, yet innocent, voice, “What are you doing, Mister?”
“SWEET JIMINY CRICKET!!” The old man screamed as he leapt away from the voice, limbs flailing before taking on a defensive stance while turning towards the speaker. In that moment, three things clicked in the old man’s brain, the first being his feet were no longer on the ground, the second being the shit-eating grin on Liek’s face. The third was the sensation of plummeting off the cliff, screaming, into the ocean below.
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Turtle was hysterical, one fin clutched against his chest while the other slapped the ground while laughing his heart out as Liek and Roshi relayed what had happened earlier, the old man thoroughly waterlogged and his brand new binoculars lost to the ocean, while Liek set the submarine back down in the ocean gently.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” The old man grumbled at the turtle before turning back towards his student, “Did you really have to ruin my fun like that?” He grumbled.
“It’s the duty of the youth to drive their elders mad.” Liek replied nonchalantly. A comment that earned him a whack on the shoulder from the old man’s cane.
It was only at this moment that the old man thought to inspect his student and, upon sensing his new power level, blurted, “Hot diggity! Damn boy! Your power’s getting THICC!”
“Please…” Liek cringed, “Please, never use that word again.”
“What?!” The old master replied, “Why not? Are you implying I can’t use the lingo of the youth because of my age?”
“No, Master.” The boy replied, “Because that saying has been out of fashion since before my Grandmother was born…”
“Wha…? Seriously…?” the flabbergasted old man stammered, “But… But… what about Flossing… and the Tiktokking?!”
The further cringing from the student sent the ancient teacher to his hands and knees, “Oh… Oh no… and I just uploaded that dance video…” He moaned, “I was so sure it would make me look cool and hip and attract some beautiful young lady students!”
Not knowing what else to do, the boy knelt down and patted his distraught teacher on the shoulder.
After some more time passed, the elder sighed and asked, “I take it you came here to train, right Liek? So what was on the agenda today? Here to complete your training in the Kamehameha, perhaps?” The old man had been trying to get the youth to pick up the technique in earnest for a while now.
Shaking his head, the youth offered a smile, “That’s not on the agenda today. I do want to train, but I wanted you to supervise as I worked out the kinks in one of my Furiemshinken techniques.”
“Oh?” The old man’s interest was piqued, “I take it you’ve advanced your control of that Energy Materialisation then?” The old man chuckled, “I was so shocked when I saw that for the first time! Turning Ki into physical matter is no small feat!”
“Thank you, Master Roshi.” The boy smiled in reply, “And yes, my control is advancing nicely. I’m fairly sure I’ll reach the next level in that technique pretty soon, actually.”
The old man’s mind boggled as to what that would look like.
“But today I’m here to train a different technique, Cloud Fold.” The boy explained.
“Oh? Describe it for me,” asked the wizened ancient.
“Well, first I use Energy Materialisation to form a Cloud of energy around myself.” As the boy spoke, he demonstrated with action, channeling the materialization technique through his entire body and expelling tiny motes of crystal all around himself, “The Cloud is a defensive technique that can diffuse incoming energy attacks… but can also be used as an energy source.”
Then it clicked for the old man. Unlike most other defensive techniques used by other martial artists, this Energy Cloud didn’t spend energy outright; it kept the energy in reserve. That explained both how it diffused energy attacks—it ran on the same principle as a beam struggle! The energy used in the technique persisted until struck, and was only consumed at that point. That meant the user could redirect that energy for other uses! Absolutely fascinating!
“I then pick out a point in space and… open the way…” As the boy’s attention became focused more on performing the technique, his speech slowed, unsurprising since more of his mind was busy on actually shaping the technique than on unrelated tasks. Then the boy flashed green before vanishing completely.
In the exact moment the boy vanished, the old man heard a shout come from inside his house, followed by the sound of crashing pots and pans. A moment later he heard Liek’s voice drift weakly out of the house, “I’m okay…”
Stroking his beard, the old man laughed, “Boy went and got himself a technique like that tucked away, hm? Can’t wait to see it mastered!” He then shouted, “No time for lying around, Boy! I want to see you do that trick nine hundred and ninety-nine more times before you leave! You got that! Now get to it!”
“Yes, Master Roshi!” The boy called back from inside the house.
As the training continued, Liek worked diligently to refine his technique. Each attempt brought him closer to mastering Cloud Fold, the precision of his warping growing steadily from ‘random spot in the ball park of his intended destination’ to ‘within a metre or two.’ Master Roshi watched with a keen eye, offering pointers and adjustments as needed. They trained well into the afternoon, the sun slowly dipping towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the island.
During a break, Turtle waddled over to join them, carrying a tray of refreshments. "You two should take a moment to rest." he suggested, his voice as calm and steady as the ocean itself.
Liek gratefully accepted a drink, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, Turtle. I needed that."
Master Roshi took a sip of his tea and leaned back, enjoying the moment. "You know, Liek, there's more to martial arts than just physical training. The mind and spirit are just as important."
Liek nodded, understanding the wisdom in his master's words. "I know, Master. That's why I meditate every morning before starting my training. It helps me focus and clear my mind."
The old master smiled, pleased with his student's dedication. "Good. Keep that up. Balance is key in everything we do."
As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the island, Liek stood up, ready to continue his training. "Alright, Master. I'm ready to keep going."
Roshi nodded, standing up as well. "Alright, let's see how you handle a real challenge."
For the next hour, the two engaged in a series of intense sparring sessions. Roshi pushed Liek to his limits, testing his new techniques and pushing him to adapt and improve. Each time Liek used Cloud Fold, he became faster and more precise, his control over the technique growing with each use.
Finally, as the last light of the day faded, Roshi called for a halt. "That's enough for today, Liek. You've made great progress."
The young man, panting and drenched in sweat, nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Master. I'll keep working hard."
The two of them made their way back to the house, where Turtle had prepared a hearty dinner. They ate in companionable silence, the day's training weighing heavily on their minds. As they finished their meal, Roshi looked over at his student.
"You've done well, Liek. But remember, the path of a martial artist is a lifelong journey. There's always more to learn."
Liek nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Of course, Master. You, Zaks, my grandmother…" He shook his head, “There is so much left to learn and growth to be had… and even more beyond that, no doubt.”
The old master smiled, his heart swelling with pride. Nodding his head he replied, “That’s right, my boy. You are quite right, quite right indeed. And don’t go forgetting it either! Never stop aiming to grow stronger. When you’re reached your peak, keep training anyway! When you’re the Strongest in the Universe, train even harder so no blockhead from another universe can dethrone you!”
That night, as the island fell into a peaceful slumber, Liek lay in his bed, reflecting on the day's events. He knew he still had a long way to go, but with Master Roshi's guidance, he felt confident that he could achieve anything. As his grandmother had said many years ago, ‘Accept no limits. Always aim higher, reach for the skies, pierce the heavens and even once you have reached the apex, go even further beyond that!’
He was getting stronger. But so where his rivals. He couldn’t be complacent as they kept getting stronger and stronger. What he had managed to achieve with Cloud Fold so far had gone a long way to bridging that gap, but he still had so much further to go. He could sense Zaks elsewhere somewhere on Earth, how strong she had become, stronger then he was without his weights on… and he knew full well she was wearing hers even while putting out such and intense power. He didn’t know how she did it, was it related to her being half Cerealian? Did it really matter? All it did was make Liek even more determined to closed that gap somehow!
In his room Roshi sat up in his bed also contemplating the boy’s future. His growth really was amazing, but he was being held back. It wasn’t a psychological or spiritual barrier holding him back, but rather a purely physical one. The old man was well aware of the potential of Saiyan blood, having taught so many Saiyan students in the past, and knew full well the boy wouldn’t be able to come into his own until he could figure out how to tap into the shining power that lay dormant in the blood of all Saiyans. And then there was his Demon side. The ancient Sage knew the terrible potential of that bloodline as well. Who knew what kind of influence that would have on the boy.
As the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver light over the little island both Master and student fell asleep, dreaming of the possibilities the future would bring, what adventures and challenges awaited on the journeys to come. Both at least certain of one thing, they where not going to be bored.
WC: 2,094
PL: 65,914
Weighted PL: 16,478.5
Zenny: 17,561
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Roshi Bonus +5%
Notes: -2TP to Learn [DT1] Furiemshinken: Cloud Fold and [DT2] Furiemshinken: Cloud Fold
Master Roshi, as distant as he may have been from the humdrum of civilized life, was no exception to the desire to enjoy the simple things in life. As such, it would not have surprised anyone who knew him as to what he was doing that day…
With that kind of build-up, many would expect to find the ancient martial arts master sprawled out on a fold-out chair on the beach of his isolated home, enjoying the sun and breeze, possibly working on a tan alongside Turtle.
But, oh no. The old man had other plans. Instead, the old man was taking full advantage of a brand new set of binoculars he’d mail-ordered recently. To make full advantage of the binoculars, the old man had used that old submarine he’d bought before the Android Incident all those centuries ago and sneakily driven it closer to civilization, scaled a cliff, and was now using the vantage point to observe a gaggle of young women in their bikinis.
So absorbed was the old man in his ‘observations’ and giggling to himself that he failed to notice a shadow approaching him from behind. The figure, wreathed in shadow by the sun’s angle, looked down on the old man with a critical eye for a moment before a broad grin spread across their face. Leaning down, the voice whispered in the old man’s ear with a sultry, yet innocent, voice, “What are you doing, Mister?”
“SWEET JIMINY CRICKET!!” The old man screamed as he leapt away from the voice, limbs flailing before taking on a defensive stance while turning towards the speaker. In that moment, three things clicked in the old man’s brain, the first being his feet were no longer on the ground, the second being the shit-eating grin on Liek’s face. The third was the sensation of plummeting off the cliff, screaming, into the ocean below.
-----
Turtle was hysterical, one fin clutched against his chest while the other slapped the ground while laughing his heart out as Liek and Roshi relayed what had happened earlier, the old man thoroughly waterlogged and his brand new binoculars lost to the ocean, while Liek set the submarine back down in the ocean gently.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” The old man grumbled at the turtle before turning back towards his student, “Did you really have to ruin my fun like that?” He grumbled.
“It’s the duty of the youth to drive their elders mad.” Liek replied nonchalantly. A comment that earned him a whack on the shoulder from the old man’s cane.
It was only at this moment that the old man thought to inspect his student and, upon sensing his new power level, blurted, “Hot diggity! Damn boy! Your power’s getting THICC!”
“Please…” Liek cringed, “Please, never use that word again.”
“What?!” The old master replied, “Why not? Are you implying I can’t use the lingo of the youth because of my age?”
“No, Master.” The boy replied, “Because that saying has been out of fashion since before my Grandmother was born…”
“Wha…? Seriously…?” the flabbergasted old man stammered, “But… But… what about Flossing… and the Tiktokking?!”
The further cringing from the student sent the ancient teacher to his hands and knees, “Oh… Oh no… and I just uploaded that dance video…” He moaned, “I was so sure it would make me look cool and hip and attract some beautiful young lady students!”
Not knowing what else to do, the boy knelt down and patted his distraught teacher on the shoulder.
After some more time passed, the elder sighed and asked, “I take it you came here to train, right Liek? So what was on the agenda today? Here to complete your training in the Kamehameha, perhaps?” The old man had been trying to get the youth to pick up the technique in earnest for a while now.
Shaking his head, the youth offered a smile, “That’s not on the agenda today. I do want to train, but I wanted you to supervise as I worked out the kinks in one of my Furiemshinken techniques.”
“Oh?” The old man’s interest was piqued, “I take it you’ve advanced your control of that Energy Materialisation then?” The old man chuckled, “I was so shocked when I saw that for the first time! Turning Ki into physical matter is no small feat!”
“Thank you, Master Roshi.” The boy smiled in reply, “And yes, my control is advancing nicely. I’m fairly sure I’ll reach the next level in that technique pretty soon, actually.”
The old man’s mind boggled as to what that would look like.
“But today I’m here to train a different technique, Cloud Fold.” The boy explained.
“Oh? Describe it for me,” asked the wizened ancient.
“Well, first I use Energy Materialisation to form a Cloud of energy around myself.” As the boy spoke, he demonstrated with action, channeling the materialization technique through his entire body and expelling tiny motes of crystal all around himself, “The Cloud is a defensive technique that can diffuse incoming energy attacks… but can also be used as an energy source.”
Then it clicked for the old man. Unlike most other defensive techniques used by other martial artists, this Energy Cloud didn’t spend energy outright; it kept the energy in reserve. That explained both how it diffused energy attacks—it ran on the same principle as a beam struggle! The energy used in the technique persisted until struck, and was only consumed at that point. That meant the user could redirect that energy for other uses! Absolutely fascinating!
“I then pick out a point in space and… open the way…” As the boy’s attention became focused more on performing the technique, his speech slowed, unsurprising since more of his mind was busy on actually shaping the technique than on unrelated tasks. Then the boy flashed green before vanishing completely.
In the exact moment the boy vanished, the old man heard a shout come from inside his house, followed by the sound of crashing pots and pans. A moment later he heard Liek’s voice drift weakly out of the house, “I’m okay…”
Stroking his beard, the old man laughed, “Boy went and got himself a technique like that tucked away, hm? Can’t wait to see it mastered!” He then shouted, “No time for lying around, Boy! I want to see you do that trick nine hundred and ninety-nine more times before you leave! You got that! Now get to it!”
“Yes, Master Roshi!” The boy called back from inside the house.
As the training continued, Liek worked diligently to refine his technique. Each attempt brought him closer to mastering Cloud Fold, the precision of his warping growing steadily from ‘random spot in the ball park of his intended destination’ to ‘within a metre or two.’ Master Roshi watched with a keen eye, offering pointers and adjustments as needed. They trained well into the afternoon, the sun slowly dipping towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the island.
During a break, Turtle waddled over to join them, carrying a tray of refreshments. "You two should take a moment to rest." he suggested, his voice as calm and steady as the ocean itself.
Liek gratefully accepted a drink, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, Turtle. I needed that."
Master Roshi took a sip of his tea and leaned back, enjoying the moment. "You know, Liek, there's more to martial arts than just physical training. The mind and spirit are just as important."
Liek nodded, understanding the wisdom in his master's words. "I know, Master. That's why I meditate every morning before starting my training. It helps me focus and clear my mind."
The old master smiled, pleased with his student's dedication. "Good. Keep that up. Balance is key in everything we do."
As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the island, Liek stood up, ready to continue his training. "Alright, Master. I'm ready to keep going."
Roshi nodded, standing up as well. "Alright, let's see how you handle a real challenge."
For the next hour, the two engaged in a series of intense sparring sessions. Roshi pushed Liek to his limits, testing his new techniques and pushing him to adapt and improve. Each time Liek used Cloud Fold, he became faster and more precise, his control over the technique growing with each use.
Finally, as the last light of the day faded, Roshi called for a halt. "That's enough for today, Liek. You've made great progress."
The young man, panting and drenched in sweat, nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Master. I'll keep working hard."
The two of them made their way back to the house, where Turtle had prepared a hearty dinner. They ate in companionable silence, the day's training weighing heavily on their minds. As they finished their meal, Roshi looked over at his student.
"You've done well, Liek. But remember, the path of a martial artist is a lifelong journey. There's always more to learn."
Liek nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Of course, Master. You, Zaks, my grandmother…" He shook his head, “There is so much left to learn and growth to be had… and even more beyond that, no doubt.”
The old master smiled, his heart swelling with pride. Nodding his head he replied, “That’s right, my boy. You are quite right, quite right indeed. And don’t go forgetting it either! Never stop aiming to grow stronger. When you’re reached your peak, keep training anyway! When you’re the Strongest in the Universe, train even harder so no blockhead from another universe can dethrone you!”
That night, as the island fell into a peaceful slumber, Liek lay in his bed, reflecting on the day's events. He knew he still had a long way to go, but with Master Roshi's guidance, he felt confident that he could achieve anything. As his grandmother had said many years ago, ‘Accept no limits. Always aim higher, reach for the skies, pierce the heavens and even once you have reached the apex, go even further beyond that!’
He was getting stronger. But so where his rivals. He couldn’t be complacent as they kept getting stronger and stronger. What he had managed to achieve with Cloud Fold so far had gone a long way to bridging that gap, but he still had so much further to go. He could sense Zaks elsewhere somewhere on Earth, how strong she had become, stronger then he was without his weights on… and he knew full well she was wearing hers even while putting out such and intense power. He didn’t know how she did it, was it related to her being half Cerealian? Did it really matter? All it did was make Liek even more determined to closed that gap somehow!
In his room Roshi sat up in his bed also contemplating the boy’s future. His growth really was amazing, but he was being held back. It wasn’t a psychological or spiritual barrier holding him back, but rather a purely physical one. The old man was well aware of the potential of Saiyan blood, having taught so many Saiyan students in the past, and knew full well the boy wouldn’t be able to come into his own until he could figure out how to tap into the shining power that lay dormant in the blood of all Saiyans. And then there was his Demon side. The ancient Sage knew the terrible potential of that bloodline as well. Who knew what kind of influence that would have on the boy.
As the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver light over the little island both Master and student fell asleep, dreaming of the possibilities the future would bring, what adventures and challenges awaited on the journeys to come. Both at least certain of one thing, they where not going to be bored.
WC: 2,094
PL: 65,914
Weighted PL: 16,478.5
Zenny: 17,561
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Roshi Bonus +5%
Notes: -2TP to Learn [DT1] Furiemshinken: Cloud Fold and [DT2] Furiemshinken: Cloud Fold
