Fa Galswith had been quite old and known that it was only a matter of time before she departed from this world. She, and the other J Numbers, had done a lot in their lives. Kidnapped, experimented on, escaped, fought a secret war that threatened the very existence of humanity, won that war at the cost of the remaining Fury and their world and spent the rest doing all they could to preserve the memory of the Fury.

She hadn’t been alone in that endeavour, but she was the only one to pass the legacy on to a new generation. The others either could not or did not have children. She, herself, had no biological children, only her adopted grandson. And it was to him all that the J Numbers had was passed.

That was what Liek was reading in the letter and will left for him by his Grandmother, the letter just one of many. The young man could barely wrap his head around it, he vaguely knew that Rudee and Yumi had lived in a manor over in West City, but he hadn’t been aware of the fortune Rudee had inherited and accrued himself. Carolina and Cay-luum hadn’t sat on their laurels either, working with Fa and Galifrey on the preservation of the Fury assets they retained. He would need to confirm it, but the will suggested there where shares in Capsule Corp that could be worth quite a bit.

But what would he even do with that kind of money? He was just one guy who, currently, lived in the middle of forest. Moving into the manor seemed wasteful, what would he even do with all the space? And the Fury assets…

His thoughts where snapped away from his inheritance by a sudden surge of power in the near distance. It was nothing like what the young man typically sensed around here, far too powerful for even the strongest wildlife in the area. And most of them knew better then to start showboating, even Liek didn’t do that, do to a mutual understanding of sorts. Even the local tyrannosaurus rex mostly kept quiet.

The power was nothing compared to his Grandmother, but still remarkable.

Needless to say, Liek was curious. It wasn’t like other people to come out this far, given there was basically nothing of note out here, other then him. And he very much doubted the stranger even realised he was here.

Setting the paperwork down on the coffee table the young man walked out of the secluded home, carefully locking the door for good measure, before taking to the skies. Once he was a safe distance from the home he accelerated, breaking the sound barrier almost instantly as he rocketed through the air.

A short moment later his blue aura streaked through the heavens as he approached the sight of a strange, very tall woman. He stopped a respectful distance from the woman and looked her over critically, noting she was very well built and clearly a warrior. She also sported a tail, just as she did. Considering she was the first person he’d met who wasn’t his Grandmother, and also the only person he’d met who had a tail like him… he didn’t really know what to think.

Clearing his throat he called out with confidence he didn’t actually feel, “Hey! Uh… Hello there!” He cringed internally, “Why are you out here? This isn’t somewhere most people go, after all!”

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WC: 577
PL: 3,059
Zeni: 1,607
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)

He had no idea what the woman had been doing. He didn’t know she had been training and concentrating. For all he knew she could have been reviewing a mental shopping list of what she needed to get for dinner, or reminiscing about an old love or some guy she’d found attractive. Or even something nefarious. He was no mind reader. Luckily the woman didn’t seem the kind to keep her activities a secret and openly divulged her reasons, training. A noble and worthy goal. And an admission that also revealed why she was in this particular area from the start.

It was a good location, far from civilisation so even if you cut loose no other people would get hurt from the training. That said, there was still diverse wildlife in the area, and damage to the ecosystem could threaten their well being. Which was why Liek and his Grandmother focused most of his training to an old crater nestled in the mountains. It was also why Liek quietly wanted this woman to take her training elsewhere.

“Right, I’m sorry. My name is Liek Galswith.” Liek replied when prompted about his name, giving a polite bow with his dominant hand over his heart, as was the Fury custom for men, “It’s nice to meet you Zaks.”

Up close it became clear that the older woman was a veteran warrior, someone who had seen much more then he had. The look in her eyes reminded him of his Grandmother, but in Zaks’ eyes was a much harsher look, not the gaze of someone who had had decades to process what they’d seen. He felt bad for Zaks but thought better then to say as much, lest he offend.

“My Grandma raised me not far from here.” He gestured back the way he came, “So this is home to me. It’s all I’ve ever known!” He admitted.

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WC: 316
TWC: 893

While Liek hadn’t known about Zaks it is likely his grandmother had known about this woman’s previous visits to the Bamboo Forest but had kept, or possibly even met the mercenary commander while playing up on being an old woman merely ‘passing through’ in order to suss out her intentions. If such an encounter had occurred, Liek didn’t know about it. And the young man himself had only recently honed his sense to the level they are now recently, previously being limited to the few kilometres around his home.

“That’s alright. It would just such if you started throwing ki around and trashing the ecosystem.” Liek replied earnestly, he didn’t fault her for wanting to train after all. He blinked when she asked if she could ask him a question to which he replied, “Sure?”

Then came the question. Was he a Saiyan? His tail shifted as he tensed for a second, the question surprising him. He wasn’t sure why, but he hadn’t been expecting it. It was silly to not expect it, but such was the folly of youth.

After a moment he replied, mumbling at first before catching himself and starting over, “Y-Yes… well… half-Saiyan. My father was a Saiyan, but he died a little after we landed on the planet and my Grandmother adopted me. She was a human, but she raised me more as a Fury then a human.” He explained, conspicuously leaving out any mention of his mother.

In all he’d been on Earth for fourteen years, most of his lifetime that he had awareness of. Even so, he could still vaguely remember his mother, her crimson eyes, red dots on her cheeks and flowing blue hair. But that was all…

“No, this is the first time I’ve met or heard of you, Zaks.” His response to her second question was honest and direct. He had no reason to lie, and if he did he knew he’d get stuck in awful web. The kind he wanted no part of.

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WC: 334
TWC: 1,227

Liek relaxed at her words of assurance. It was good to know she was a good person who could appreciate and desire to protect the sanctity of the local area. While the young man had grown increasingly frustrated and bored with living quietly in the forests he understood it as a gift. While Basireous and Volda where not Gods of Earth he still saw the flourish nature around him as a gift from the Twin Dragons.

“The Fury… they where a race of warriors who prided themselves with conducting themselves with Honour and integrity, with the entire social order built around a central Knightly Order. For two thousand years they maintained an empire by offering protection to neighbours and eventually peacefully absorbing them. That is, until a few hundred years ago, when a natural disaster forced them to withdraw… a hundred years ago a maniac rose to power and lead them into a secret war here on Earth… and when my Grandmother and friends defeated him he used the last of his strength to doom the Fury homeworld and their race.” Liek explained, trying to be as brief as possible. Naturally he skipped a massive amount of information, but he didn’t want to go into a full blown lecture with someone he’d just met. He then added sadly, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the Galaxy has forgotten then even existed…”

He would have to change that. Someday, somehow.

Looking away from the forest and off to the horizon the young man replied, “I am getting bored hanging around here. The urge to leave the nest, I think it’s called, especially with Grandma no longer being around…” He looked back at the woman, “That’s fine. I don’t own the forest, after all. I just don’t want people trashing the place.”

“I… don’t know much.” Liek admitted, “Only what my Father told my Grandmother before dying. That being that Saiyans are a warrior race, and that our tails allow us to transform in the full moon and can be a weakness. Other then that, naming me and his own name, Inion, and being very clear about not liking my mother, he didn’t say much.” He shrugged. The Saiyans remaining largely an enigma to the boy.

He then added, while tapping next to his own right eye, “Neat eye trick, by the way.”

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WC: 390
TWC: 1,617

It was a kind offer, to go with her to her caravan. It was essentially her home and as far as Liek was concerned an invite to someone’s home was considered a gesture of trust, and the possibility to learn more about his Saiyan heritage was not something the young man planned to let slip through his fingers. Even if what Zaks said of the Saiyans was true, that they where ruthless conquerors the young man wanted nothing to do with, he still wanted to learn all he could. After all, the more he could learn of himself the better he could understand himself. The more he understood the better he could train in both mind and body.

Now, the real trick was learning more of his Demonic side. Finding someone, anyone, who could inform him about that would be a difficult challenge. He wondered how far his introspection could take him?

After letting her finish talking entirely the young man responded, “I… I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” He looked at his hand and clenched it, “As much as I hate the sound of what you described, I can’t turn away from it. Turning away would be like an admission of being weak willed. I want to confront my origins…” He closed his eyes for a moment before smiling, “And prove to myself that they don’t define who I am. Saiyan blood may run through my veins, but I am not Liek the Saiyan. I am Liek the Fury!”

“And I’d be happy to help you train, too.” He grinned, “I may not be a master yet, but if I can help I will!” The young man shrugged his shoulders, fully aware of the limits of his own abilities and the fact his own training wasn’t close to finished yet, “And if not I can quietly work on my own training while you’re at it!”

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WC: 319
TWC: 1,936

“If we’re only training and refining your control of ki then we could stay here, or move nearby.” He pondered while looking around. After a moment he pointed to a mountain formation in the distance, “If you want to stay in the general area there is a crater my Grandma used for my training over that way. Or we can go somewhere else entirely, up to you.” He suggested, but he wasn’t going to force a decision on the woman. In his mind she was even still free to change her mind and tell him to mind his business.

“As for what I can help with…” He focused for a moment, channelling his ki and tapping into the Orgone Layer, drawing on the power dwelling within, molding and shaping it to his will, causing a pair of large green crystals to form next to him. Looking at Zaks he launched the crystals into the sky, where they suddenly changed course, darting and weaving through the air at high speeds. With a fond smile the young man said, “The Furiemshinken, the martial art of the Fury, requires a lot of precise control to really use to the fullest. This Broken Arm is only the basic level version, the completed version will require me to form, maintain focus on and control six of these crystals at once.”

Rubbing the back of his head he laughed, “I’ve got a long way to go before I can do that, but my Grandmother taught be everything I need to know to figure out the rest.”

“I don’t really know where I’d stack up in all that. I can tell you’re stronger then me. A lot stronger.” Liek replied with a shrug, “But so was Grandma. And I can’t exactly get better if I don’t push my limits!” He was used to going home after a thorough beating in sparing matches, and as painful as it may have been the results didn’t lie, he grew a little bit stronger every time. He had no doubt the same would be true if he sparred with Zaks.

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WC: 349
TWC: 2,285

“Ok then!” The young man replied. He didn’t feel the least bit slighted about her comment on his experience as he understood that from her perspective he probably was very inexperienced. While he had been trained for fourteen years he had seen a real fight outside of sparring with his Grandmother and throwing down with the local wildlife. And he honestly didn’t know if this lady would count the local wildlife as a life and death struggle, even if he did have a few close shaves. But he was fairly sure the older woman meant experience against other people, in which case he definitely had an experience gap a mile wide since his only experience was against his Grandmother.

“Alright, follow me.” He said as he turned around and zipped off towards the crater, leaving a sonic boom in his wake.

As he flew he wondered about the others Zaks had mentioned, what where they like? How strong where they? What would it be like to spar with them? Would doing so help him hone his Furiemshinken to mastery? He didn’t expect the sparing to give him any kind of amazing insights, that was hoping for too much, but improvement was improvement, no matter the source.

Soon enough they reached the crater. As he had said it was nestled among the mountain peaks bordering the forest, it was quite large, easily a full kilometre in width and was scored with smaller craters from Liek’s previous training with his Grandmother. If Zaks looked closely she would also see the odd gouging in the rock, as if some form of blade, or the crystals Liek had shown earlier, had been dug into the ground.

“I don’t really have anything to gauge it against…” Liek said of his training, “But I’ve been taught several forms of Furiemshinken, how to manipulate ki and had to figure out how to use ki to access Orgone on my own.” Realising Zaks would know nothing of Orgone he added, “Orgone is… another kind of energy, I suppose is the simplest way of describing it. Without it I couldn’t use Furiemshinken to the fullest.”

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WC: 356
TWC: 2,641