Post by Shiro on Jul 28, 2009 20:11:02 GMT -5
After the ordeal with the Black Star Dragonballs, Shiro remained on Earth, turning down the chance to visit the Planet of the Genies with Gozu and the others. He’d failed the Earth once before already, and he didn’t want to risk letting anything else happen to his home. So he stayed there, initially spending his time traveling among the restored humans, lowering his power level to match theirs and living, for the most part, like anyone else. However, after defending the planet from a small group of rogue Saiyans attacked Earth, intending on using it as a base to overthrow Vegeta from, Shiro was forced to return to Noru for healing, despite not quite getting over the fact that he had failed the guardian. Noru forgave him, however, and Shiro stayed on the Lookout during the remainder of his watch.
One year and several other threats to the planet later, and Shiro was beginning to look tired. He’d protected the Earth from a war between West City and the Futuristic Colony that was on the verge of going nuclear, prevented the eruption of a super volcano only fifty miles above East City, prevented the Black Star Dragonballs from being used by another lunatic (and returned them to Noru who sent Popo off to hide them while Shiro was busy training), and numerous other less important threats. All of this, combined with his constant training, was starting to wear him out.
Noru and Popo tried again and again to convince him to take a break, assuring him that they could handle any problems that may occur and reminding him that they had been doing just fine without him before. Eventually Shiro gave in, and decided to use this opportunity to track down Cajabe. However, he mentioned this out loud and Noru made him promise not to go hunting after the Saiyan, reminding him that this was a vacation. The two argued for several minutes before Popo came up with a compromise; Shiro wouldn’t seek out Cajabe, but if the two crossed paths during his trip, then he would be allowed to fight. Content, and certain that he would meet the Saiyan without much trouble, Shiro set off, his first destination being Planet Vegeta.
Not long after landing, Shiro met up with the young mutant he’d befriended over a year ago, Issilude Valience. Issilude, it seemed, had spent the past year working on Namek, helping to rebuild the destroyed cities and set life back to normal. The two traveled together for the next week, Issilude working now to make sure Shiro was relaxing after hearing his story. Eventually the two learned about the tournament happening in the planet’s capital and Shiro, unable to resist the idea of combat, entered. Or, he tried, rather. Once he approached the registration desk he was told that the tournament was only for weaker fighters and he was just too strong. Disappointed, Shiro turned away, only to smirk and sign Issilude up for the tournament instead. Issilude was reasonably upset at this and insisted that he couldn’t fight in the tournament because he wasn’t any good at fighting. This only caused Shiro to shrug and say, “Then you could use the experience. You’ll never know when you may be forced to fight.” Issilude said nothing to that, and the two continued on their way, both leaving the planet shortly after.
The next place Shiro visited was Other World, specifically the Grand Kai’s planet. There he trained with fighters from all across the universe, encountering techniques, styles, and weapons he could have never imagined before. All this experience reminded Shiro about how he had been going to develop a new style around different weapons, one that was more all around useful. At first he tried using push daggers, but found that, while they certainly made blocking his punches more difficult, they also limited his grappling abilities. So he switched back to a single sword style like he had used when he was younger. However, he found the reach wasn’t worth the increased recovery time that came from the longer weapon. So he switched to tonfas, and then sai, and continued trying different weapons in different combinations until he was approached by another fighter. This man wielded two swords, a full length katana and a shorter wakizashi blade, and challenged Shiro to a match. Shiro agreed and decided to test out his new weapons; a single steel reinforced tonfa in his left hand paired with a sai-like dagger in his right. The two fought, Shiro using the tonfa to block and the dagger to strike, but he was quickly overcome by the swordsman’s skill. In the end, Shiro felt the blade of a short curved sword against the back of his neck, the tip of a longer sword pointed at his kidney, with the swordsman practically leaning on him. “You’ve got skill, that’s for certain. But you need to stop dancing around all the time and just pick a style to go with.” The swordsman said as he backed away and sheathed his swords. “If you can just pick one method of fighting and perfect it, even if it isn’t most suited to the opponent you’re fighting, you’d be better off than just being average at using everything.” And with those words the swordsman left. Shiro spent several days trying to figure out who he was, eventually going so far as to return to the Lookout just so he could use the Pendulum Room so he could ask. “My name is Miyamoto Musashi.”
Shiro took his ancestor’s words to heart and returned to his two sword style, spending a good year working on it. He’d focus mostly on using his swords without the benefits of ki, such as flight or enhanced senses. He’d force his power down to the level of a normal human as he trained, and slowly began using more and more ki as he grew used to working with almost none. At the end of the year he began working more on his specialty attack, Sky Render, perfecting it as well.
As for the last year, Shiro returned to Earth and actually did relax. Although, this was mostly because Issilude had returned by that point and was convinced by Noru to place a calming spell over his friend before the swordsman had a chance to work himself to death. And the spell worked; Shiro began to travel around the world simply to enjoy its beauty, and it was only through sheer willpower that he was able to train enough to keep at his current level of skill. At the end of the time skip, Shiro is camping in the woods in the middle of nowhere, having found a lovely spot by a lake and waterfall.
And then Issilude's spell wore off and Shiro returned to his senses. Annoyed by how his friends had treated him, even if he did know they were right, Shiro decided to cool off at the Hercule City dojo. While there, one of the other fighters suddenly had a fit and began attacking people. Shiro managed to knock him out, but the man proved to be quite strong, which surprised him.
After seeing the man off to a hospital to be treated for both physical and mental injuries, Shiro returned to the Lookout to continue his job as Earth's 'active guardian.' When he arrived, Noru informed him of a problem on Metamoria and that there was the risk that the trouble could spread to Earth. Shiro agreed to go, but decided to stop by Vegeta first, wanting to warn Couric and Issilude. Since he was feeling a little queasy at that point, he used his ship, setting the course for the Saiyan planet before heading back into his room to rest. He was awakened by the sudden, painful feeling of being ripped apart. After several minutes of agony, the pain and illness suddenly left him and he felt fine, albeit a little tired. Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck, blinked, and found himself in line behind a lot of clouds...
One year and several other threats to the planet later, and Shiro was beginning to look tired. He’d protected the Earth from a war between West City and the Futuristic Colony that was on the verge of going nuclear, prevented the eruption of a super volcano only fifty miles above East City, prevented the Black Star Dragonballs from being used by another lunatic (and returned them to Noru who sent Popo off to hide them while Shiro was busy training), and numerous other less important threats. All of this, combined with his constant training, was starting to wear him out.
Noru and Popo tried again and again to convince him to take a break, assuring him that they could handle any problems that may occur and reminding him that they had been doing just fine without him before. Eventually Shiro gave in, and decided to use this opportunity to track down Cajabe. However, he mentioned this out loud and Noru made him promise not to go hunting after the Saiyan, reminding him that this was a vacation. The two argued for several minutes before Popo came up with a compromise; Shiro wouldn’t seek out Cajabe, but if the two crossed paths during his trip, then he would be allowed to fight. Content, and certain that he would meet the Saiyan without much trouble, Shiro set off, his first destination being Planet Vegeta.
Not long after landing, Shiro met up with the young mutant he’d befriended over a year ago, Issilude Valience. Issilude, it seemed, had spent the past year working on Namek, helping to rebuild the destroyed cities and set life back to normal. The two traveled together for the next week, Issilude working now to make sure Shiro was relaxing after hearing his story. Eventually the two learned about the tournament happening in the planet’s capital and Shiro, unable to resist the idea of combat, entered. Or, he tried, rather. Once he approached the registration desk he was told that the tournament was only for weaker fighters and he was just too strong. Disappointed, Shiro turned away, only to smirk and sign Issilude up for the tournament instead. Issilude was reasonably upset at this and insisted that he couldn’t fight in the tournament because he wasn’t any good at fighting. This only caused Shiro to shrug and say, “Then you could use the experience. You’ll never know when you may be forced to fight.” Issilude said nothing to that, and the two continued on their way, both leaving the planet shortly after.
The next place Shiro visited was Other World, specifically the Grand Kai’s planet. There he trained with fighters from all across the universe, encountering techniques, styles, and weapons he could have never imagined before. All this experience reminded Shiro about how he had been going to develop a new style around different weapons, one that was more all around useful. At first he tried using push daggers, but found that, while they certainly made blocking his punches more difficult, they also limited his grappling abilities. So he switched back to a single sword style like he had used when he was younger. However, he found the reach wasn’t worth the increased recovery time that came from the longer weapon. So he switched to tonfas, and then sai, and continued trying different weapons in different combinations until he was approached by another fighter. This man wielded two swords, a full length katana and a shorter wakizashi blade, and challenged Shiro to a match. Shiro agreed and decided to test out his new weapons; a single steel reinforced tonfa in his left hand paired with a sai-like dagger in his right. The two fought, Shiro using the tonfa to block and the dagger to strike, but he was quickly overcome by the swordsman’s skill. In the end, Shiro felt the blade of a short curved sword against the back of his neck, the tip of a longer sword pointed at his kidney, with the swordsman practically leaning on him. “You’ve got skill, that’s for certain. But you need to stop dancing around all the time and just pick a style to go with.” The swordsman said as he backed away and sheathed his swords. “If you can just pick one method of fighting and perfect it, even if it isn’t most suited to the opponent you’re fighting, you’d be better off than just being average at using everything.” And with those words the swordsman left. Shiro spent several days trying to figure out who he was, eventually going so far as to return to the Lookout just so he could use the Pendulum Room so he could ask. “My name is Miyamoto Musashi.”
Shiro took his ancestor’s words to heart and returned to his two sword style, spending a good year working on it. He’d focus mostly on using his swords without the benefits of ki, such as flight or enhanced senses. He’d force his power down to the level of a normal human as he trained, and slowly began using more and more ki as he grew used to working with almost none. At the end of the year he began working more on his specialty attack, Sky Render, perfecting it as well.
As for the last year, Shiro returned to Earth and actually did relax. Although, this was mostly because Issilude had returned by that point and was convinced by Noru to place a calming spell over his friend before the swordsman had a chance to work himself to death. And the spell worked; Shiro began to travel around the world simply to enjoy its beauty, and it was only through sheer willpower that he was able to train enough to keep at his current level of skill. At the end of the time skip, Shiro is camping in the woods in the middle of nowhere, having found a lovely spot by a lake and waterfall.
And then Issilude's spell wore off and Shiro returned to his senses. Annoyed by how his friends had treated him, even if he did know they were right, Shiro decided to cool off at the Hercule City dojo. While there, one of the other fighters suddenly had a fit and began attacking people. Shiro managed to knock him out, but the man proved to be quite strong, which surprised him.
After seeing the man off to a hospital to be treated for both physical and mental injuries, Shiro returned to the Lookout to continue his job as Earth's 'active guardian.' When he arrived, Noru informed him of a problem on Metamoria and that there was the risk that the trouble could spread to Earth. Shiro agreed to go, but decided to stop by Vegeta first, wanting to warn Couric and Issilude. Since he was feeling a little queasy at that point, he used his ship, setting the course for the Saiyan planet before heading back into his room to rest. He was awakened by the sudden, painful feeling of being ripped apart. After several minutes of agony, the pain and illness suddenly left him and he felt fine, albeit a little tired. Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck, blinked, and found himself in line behind a lot of clouds...