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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 20:44:12 GMT -5
There was a great rush by the monkeys to gather his things. Now with everything back, Shiro started walking off. Now, which way to the nearest forest?
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 20:46:51 GMT -5
Shiro eventually flew up into the air, trying to get a better view. Sadly he didn't see any forests or trees anywhere, although he did see a few large turrets of rock not too far away. "That'll work, I suppose."
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 20:52:20 GMT -5
Shiro flew over to the stone pillars and landed near the closest one. He closed his eyes for a moment, sensing for couric's powerlevel. Since it was higher than usual, he assumed that the fight wasn't over yet.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 20:55:14 GMT -5
Actually, it feels like he's still reasonably fresh, so it looks like I've got a while. Shiro thought as he placed his stuff on the ground again. Just to be safe, he sensed around for other monkeys.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 20:58:10 GMT -5
Feeling nothing, Shiro relaxed a bit and walked up to the stone. He got into a stance and began to repeatedly punch the stone. He stopped after only a few blows, when his hands started to bleed. Well, bleed worse.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 21:02:46 GMT -5
Ah, that's not good. I'll need to see a healer before my fight with Gozu. Shiro thought, grimacing. Hope that's not against the rules. The last thing I need is a disadvantage because I trained too much.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 21:25:31 GMT -5
Shiro shrugged and grabbed his scarf, tearing it in two and wrapping the halves around his hands. Well, this'll have to do, I suppose. He thought, before getting into his stance again.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 21:29:59 GMT -5
Shiro once more began throwing punches at the rock, using only his right arm. Small chips of stone started to fly off, bouncing off Shiro's skin. He ignored them, since only about two managed to break the skin, and those didn't really hurt.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 21:36:11 GMT -5
After a short while, his arm began to get tired so he switched to his left. Again he began to repeatedly punch the stone. This is rather boring, actually.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 21:39:36 GMT -5
What I need to do is find a dojo to train in. Shiro thought, stopping his punching when his arm got tired. Maybe I should go look for one.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 6, 2009 21:51:01 GMT -5
Shiro once more grabs his things and heads off, this time sprinting instead of flying. I wonder where the nearest city is. I can't sense too many people around except at the arena.
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Post by Katatonia on Jul 14, 2009 16:11:08 GMT -5
Julia's saiyan spacepod, unused for a few months, reawakens, hovers up, and blasts off around the planet toward the Lookout.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:18:37 GMT -5
Shiro felt a small thump as the ship landed and turned, making his way out of the room and, ultimately, out of the ship. He took a deep breath as he exited, and looking around. The terrain was simple, just mile upon mile of teal grass, with the occasional patch of trees or outcroppings of rock.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:21:39 GMT -5
The simplicity of it all made him smile, bringing back memories of his days training in the fields of earth, both on his own and early on with his family and the few other kids from his village who learned to fight. Those memories, though happy, only made him frown.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:26:40 GMT -5
He had failed, he recalled again, starting to wander off. Forget most of the human race was safe, forget that, with the dragonballs, the Earth and everyone on it could be brought back, forget that it wasn't even his fault in the first place, he had still failed. All he had to do was find seven little spheres in a little under three weeks, and he couldn't even do that.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:28:08 GMT -5
I shouldn't have entered the tournament. He thought again, frown deepening. I shouldn't have left the fate of the world in Issilude's hands.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:30:40 GMT -5
Shiro continued to walk, unconsciously avoiding rocks and other obstacles. Some part of him realized that he wasn't the only one to blame here. Gozu shouldn't've encouraged him to join the tournament, Issilude shouldn't have offered to do the searching for him, Cajabe shouldn't have made that selfish wish.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:33:14 GMT -5
Cajabe... He was the one at fault here. It was his wish that had put the Earth in danger in the first place, and his selfishness that had prevented him from helping fix it. Shiro shouldn't be blaming himself, he should be blaming Cajabe.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:35:26 GMT -5
And yet... Shiro knew this, but he still didn't feel this way. As far as he was concerned, the moment he had accepted the job from Noru, he had taken the responsibility upon himself. He was the one entrusted with the fate of the world, and he had failed, all because of a stupid tournament!
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:39:13 GMT -5
Shiro punched the side of a rock spike he was conveniently passing, causing a few chunks to fly off. He forced himself to take a deep breath, to relax. Something his father had taught him, or rather, drilled into his head with a carpentry tool.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:43:37 GMT -5
His father; the man who had taught him everything, well, almost everything he knew. The man had been a purist, prefering the use of physical combat over ki attacks, so he didn't teach him anything like that. He had, however, been impressed with Shiro discovering and mastering the energy himself by the time he was fourteen.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:47:21 GMT -5
Shiro smiled, recalling the day he first showed his father his 'Heaven's Divide' technique. They were in the middle of their weekly spar and, as usual, Shiro was losing. Desperate and frustrated by his father's taunting, the man knew how effective motivators insults were, he slashed at his father, releasing his crescent-shaped ki. His father had been stunned and took the blow dead on, but even that wasn't enough for Shiro to beat him.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:51:57 GMT -5
It wasn't until two years later that Shiro accomplished his goal, without any tricks, even. In that time he had stopped his training under his father, instead practicing on his own, individual style, exchanging the single blade style he had used until then in favor of his two short swords. It was that changed that brought about his victory.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:55:39 GMT -5
His logic behind the change was simple; with one sword you were limited to one action at a time, either an attack, a block, or a counter. But with two swords, you could do two things at once, block AND attack. And the short length of the swords made more sense to him; two short swords were hard enough two control, long blades would be ungainly, and the added reach didn't make up for it in his mind.
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Post by Gozu on Jul 26, 2009 0:56:02 GMT -5
Gozu wakes up in his ship and even with his eyes shut he can feel that they're not moving. His eyes snap open, he raises up and looks out the window and a smile forms on his face as he sees the landscape of Namek.
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Post by Gozu on Jul 26, 2009 0:58:13 GMT -5
Gozu gets dressed quickly making sure that he has the capsule full of the dragonballs. He looks at the capsule in his hand and smiles. I finally did it.....we finally did it. Gozu says smiling. He quickly rushes out of his ship and stands on the Namekian Fields.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 0:58:54 GMT -5
However, Shiro had begun to notice something recently. While two swords might have an advantage over one, they didn't seem to have the same effect against fists. Sure, the simple fact that it was steel against flesh meant they an advantage, but it didn't seem to have the effect he had expected.
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Post by Gozu on Jul 26, 2009 1:01:32 GMT -5
Gozu looks around and breathes in deep and exhales. Good to know I won't be cramped up on that ship anymore. Gozu thinks happily. He sees Shiro in the distance and takes a couple of steps towards him but stops even from here he can tell that Shiro is thinking and he doesn't want to interrupt.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 1:02:24 GMT -5
Perhaps the twin swords aren't the best choice against fist fighters. Shiro thought, hand falling to the hilt of one of his swords. I need to find a better weapon to use.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 1:04:02 GMT -5
Shiro's eyes widen suddenly, and he chuckles lightly. How had he gone from mourning the destruction of the Earth to wondering what he should take into battle? I've got a fighter's mind, alright.
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