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Roshi's Trial; Medium Quest (Complete)
Topic Started: Sep 1 2014, 02:14 AM (173 Views)
Adelaide
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Roshi's Trial

Difficulty: Medium

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Master Roshi has taken you under his wing. After training with him for awhile he gives you his trial. It will be an intense mental and physical gauntlet. Only his best students have survived!

Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +20 EXP, +5 Rp Credits

Bonus: +55 all stats, +8sp, +1 free Roshi taught technique

Requirement: Must have trained with Master Roshi for 2 weeks and must be under 25,000 PL.
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6 Jul 14, 03:55 AM
Vlad: "1st time attempt to reason, 2nd harsher reasoning, 3rd a savage beating, 4th breaking the wrists, 5th permanent injury requiring aid for the rest of their lives, 6th permanent hospitalization, 7th peaceful execution."


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Adelaide
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The sky was clear, blue, perfect. A warm breeze stirred the few trees on Master Roshi's island. The waves gently lapped the beach, a repeating melody of the sea. Far in the distance, the sound of seagulls could be faintly heard. It was truly a most beautiful and serene day.

Adelaide Peters was filled with an existential dread. Really, he was supposed to be meditating. The whole day seemed to be conspiring to make it the absolute best sort of situation to meditate in. It was sickeningly picturesque. The day, though, was just not what the young fighter could focus on.

This was his day of rest and preparation. Tomorrow he was going to undertake 'The Gauntlet', as some of Roshi's other students called it. It was only spoken of in hushed whispers when the Sensei wasn't around. Supposedly it was the hardest test you had to undertake while training under the Turtle Hermit, and it was the only way to get him to teach you his strongest techniques.

No one knew exactly what 'The Gauntlet' entailed, however. They just knew that it was incredibly dangerous, and only about one in ten students passed. One in twenty didn't survive. Adelaide thought that part of the legend might be just the natural exaggeration of a legend, but it was always wise to err on the side of caution.

Adelaide's power had grown immensely in the time he had been under the Turtle Hermit. That was plainly obvious. The old man had taught him a variety of techniques, everything from flight to Energy Dan, a rather intense attack involving firing many small orbs or energy at an opponent. He was beginning to be confident in his abilities.

Being strong also meant that Adelaide could lie to himself less. This was both a good and bad thing. Living with fewer excuses as to why he couldn't do something was great. Knowing that you could have succeeded before this at any time, though, was less than pleasant. Truth was hard.

Earth, it seemed to Adelaide, was in a bad position. Entire population centers had been wiped out with the Steel Legion's attack. Factions were still having the same old grievances, and people just seemed unwilling to move on. There was no progress happening anymore. Adelaide knew he wanted to incite change among his fellow humans, but had little idea as to how.

What he wanted, ideally, was an Earth on the forefront. Exploring space, meeting new races. Making deals to trade technology and culture. Expanding as a species. Adel wanted humans to be the movers and shakers of Galactic society.

He supposed that had to do with all of the science fiction and sentai anime he read. There were always, absolutely always, super-strong aliens with bizarre technology beyond the ken of 'mere humans'. Even though humans had no idea of any of the concepts behind the aliens' technology, the humans managed to win through sheer pluck and determination.

Pluck and determination weren't a bad thing, but that wasn't how you wanted to win every battle. It simple wasn't conducive to a long and healthy life, when every fight you got into was a knuckle-biting slug fest that could have gone any which way from Sunday. He didn't humans to always been in a sort of situation like that.

Another thing that chafed him, which he was starting to learn more about as he studied recent Earth history, was that humans were relying on the charity of other races. Technology and protection trickled down to the dirty humans from the benevolent alien overlords. That chafed Adel. Humans, in his own (not completely unbiased, if he wanted to be honest with himself) opinion, weren't a dumb race, by any stretch of the imagination. Smart, adaptable, and with a talent for teamwork, humans seemed to Adel to be just the sort of people you'd want to be able to stand next to you as a valued ally, not hiding behind your skirts because they would get hurt if they ventured outside.

As the only race in the Solar System, Humans could be colonizing several of the solid bodies right next door, in a Galactic sense. The Moon, Mars, Titan, Europa. There were more that Adel couldn't think of off hand. The point was that all of these great things could be being accomplished by humans, consolidating their grip on the local area and establishing themselves as a power in the Galaxy, but they weren't doing any of that. The majority of humanity was content to sit back and let Earth remain the backwater planet it always had been, and the leadership didn't seem too motivated to change the status quo any time soon.

It didn't make sense to Adel. How can you, he thought bitterly, claim to be a race that wants to get up and explore, but not want to go out there? Where are the human colonies? Where is everything that we need to have to survive as a species?!

Seemingly out of nowhere, a huge power surged towards Adel. Acting on instinct alone, the young fighter leapt out of the way. His instincts were correct in this regard, as a massive energy blast struck the beach where he had just been sitting. Sand flew through the air, stinging skin. The shock wave knocked him rolling down the beach. Adel quickly righted himself and stood up.

There was a figure hovering above the beach. Adel had no idea where he had come from, and silently cursed the first person to develop a way to suppress their ki. The unknown man was wearing a form-fitting black karate uniform and had his face obscured by an Oni mask. He was heavily muscled, and his body was covered in scars. Lightly, he touched down on the beach. "Hello, boy," he said, in a raspy voice, "I have come to kill your Master, Muten Roshi. Point me to him."

It was such an 'out there' thing to say that it took Adel a moment to process what he was actually saying. Oh, you are fucking kidding me... Adelaide thought. Stuff like this doesn't happen to normal people. It had seemed to him that ever since he had begun to unlock his latent potential fighting for his life had become the norm, rather than the exception. He settled into a fighting stance, a serious look on his face. If fighting for his life was going to be the way of things now, then so be it. He would live or die with the ability to forge his own future.

"Master Roshi is not taking challengers," Adelaide said, going off of what Roshi had told him weeks ago, "And we do not appreciate destruction of the island." Even if this guy's power was massive compared to his own, he wasn't going to let some dude in a mask push him around.

Adelaide couldn't tell, but it seemed like the man in the mask was grinning. His body language suggested that, with the head tilting back a little bit. "Alright, then, kid," the masked man said, "I bet you if I kill you first, Roshi will come running. WATCH OUT!" With that shout, he leapt forward, vanishing from Adel's vision.

Adelaide raised his arms in a cross guard just in time for a kick he couldn't even see to slam into it, rocketing him down the beach. He hit a palm tree, causing the entire tree to shake. Adel's back and arms hurt with the force of the blow. Well, Adel thought, Always wondered how I was going to die...

He couldn't let this guy off the hook, though. The strong always felt that they could impose their will on the weak. Adelaide knew that he wasn't weak anymore. That didn't mean he was going to let thugs like this stay in control. As the immortal Bob Dylan had said: The times, they are a-changin'.

Adel kicked off the palm tree, and willed himself through the air with his ki. He flew directly at the large man, fist drawn back. As the distance closed, he gathered ki into the closed fist. With a yell, he punched at his enemy's head.

The masked man simply swatted the blow away. With his other arm he drove his fist into Adel's midsection with a fierce uppercut action. The force of the strike lifted Adel up a few feet, and the masked fighter jumped, spinning in the air. He dropped a heel on Adel's back, connecting with the soft tissue below the ribs.

Adelaide hit the sand hard, the rough texture stripping off some skin on his knees and hands. He immediately rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding another devastating heel drop. With a push of will he lifted himself off of the ground with his ki, and threw a series of jabs at the large man. Each attack was parried or blocked. Even for his large size, he moved with an amazing grace and form.

There was something about that form that Adel recognized, albeit not clearly. His opponent was far stronger than he was, that much was obvious. But it all seemed so...familiar. Adel didn't have much room for thought, however, as the masked man rocketed his own series of blows at the smaller fighter.

It was all Adelaide could do to keep his guard up as each hit thudded into him. Finally, in a short break between attacks, he kicked backwards, landing a dozen feet away from his opponent. Training with Master Roshi had involved being beat upon more than a few times, so Adel was keeping his head better than he would have as little as a few months ago, but Adel knew that this couldn't keep up. Time to change things up a bit.

Adelaide called upon his innate ki. He had recently learned a new technique, and this seemed like the perfect time to put it into play. Instead of leaping directly at this enemy, he leapt to the side. Where he had been standing, a duplicate version of him leapt the opposite direction. This version was just an afterimage created by the technique, but was impossible to detect as such.

Both Adelaides ran towards the masked man with guttural yells. The enemy seemed mildly amused, but was less so as the punch he blocked from the duplicate vanished, and Adel slammed two fists into his midsection, and an elbow to the back of his head. They connected soundly, and the big man staggered.

"You come to fight Master Roshi?" Adelaide yelled, "Do you have any idea what he is capable of?!" Adel did not let up on the attack. He let loose the floodgates on his internal wellspring of power, letting it flood through him. His fists empowered with ki, and his strikes were devastating. With each punch, sand whipped away from them, being driven by the concussive force.

"ENOUGH!" The massive man yelled. A huge surge of energy came from him, a shining yellow. The explosion knocked Adel back, stunning the younger man. Adelaide landed partially in the sea.

"You fight well," the masked man said in his raspy voice, "But it is of no consequence. I will kill you. Then I will kill the Turtle Hermit. Then I will be hailed as the greatest fighter on the planet." He raised a hand towards Master Roshi's home. Adel began to feel the energy gathering in front of the hand, and knew that something bad was about to happen.

True to form, a large blue ball of crackling energy shot forth from the masked man's outstretched palm, hurtling towards the small home that Master Roshi dwelt in, on this tiny island in the sea. The attack was more powerful than anything Adel knew how to throw, but he had seen it's ilk before. Adel may not have known how to channel his energy in such a way, but his training with the Turtle Hermit hadn't been entirely fruitless.

Adel blurred out of vision, calling on his supernaturally-enhanced speed to get in between the house and the approaching ball of destruction. Clasping both of his hands in front of him, he calmed and channeled his energy.

Attacks like that were constructed things. As such, they were incredibly powerful, but they also had a manner like that of a house of cards. A stiff wind, properly applied, could send them tumbling. Master Roshi had taught him a technique to create just such a gentle push.

Adelaide Peters yelled. It was a discordant note, harmonizing with nothing. It was backed by his own energy, his own power. The goal of the move was not to meet the oncoming attack and defeat it, but to tear asunder the bindings of will and form that contained the energy.

True to training, the kiai, or shout, worked. The blue ball dissolved into sparks, falling harmlessly to Adel's feet. He took a breath of relief. Working in theory was nice, but it was infinitely better for something to work in a viable combat situation.

Adelaide's relief was short lived, as a the masked man's kick slammed into his chest. He had apparently flown at Adel immediately after firing the energy attack. The attack lifted Adel off of the ground. The masked man twisted in midair, bringing his other leg around to land, harshly, on the side of the younger fighter's head. Adel's vision clouded as he skidded along the beach.

The masked fighter did not relent. In a flash, he was standing over Adel, raining fists on the smaller man's torso and skull. "YOU THINK GAMES CAN DEFEAT ME?!" he shouted hoarsely. He grabbed the front of Adel's Karate Gui and flung him into the air. While Adel was flying upwards, the large man extended his palm. "RENZOKU ENERGY DAN!" Like the report of a machine gun, a flurry of ki blasts shot out from the outstretched palm, hurtling towards Adel.

Stunned from the vicious beating on the ground, Adel struggled to clear his head and plan his next move. Too late did he bring up a guard, and the attack struck him full force. Blow after blow of deadly energy struck him, detonating in an increasing chain of explosions. His vision turned white, and ringing overtook his sense of hearing. His body stopped listening, and all he could feel was pain, as if his skin was all being sloughed off at the same time. Hitting the water from high up only felt like a dull thud to him.

It was when he tried to breathe the water that Adelaide snapped back to his senses. The salt stung his eyes and nose. He managed to grasp enough of his flagging willpower to channel his energy to flying, and erupted out of the sun-warmed sea. The air was shockingly cold, and Adel gasped for breath, spitting out seawater in hacking coughs.

"So, little man!" The masked man yelled at him from the shore, "Not dead after all?" This opponent was not like any Adel had ever faced before. Even the strongest being he had fought in the past, Vlad, hadn't been trying to kill him, only defeat him. Whoever this masked man was, there was no doubt in Adelaide's mind that murder was the only plan he had.

Even in the few exchanges the two had done, the masked man had come out on top every time. Adelaide had thrown everything he had at this opponent, to no avail. It wasn't that the attacks weren't connected, although a couple of them hadn't, it was that he might as well have been attacking a mountain. A mountain made of fists.

His pulse pounded in his ears. If this guy thinks smacking me around a bit is going to stop me, Adel thought, He's got another thing coming. Anger began to consume Adelaide. This man came out of nowhere and was tearing him apart. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair, that all of his training, the suffering and pain he had gone through, hadn't amounted to anything. He was still one little human in a vast, uncaring, deadly cosmos.

Adelaide could not accept that. There had to be more. The point of life had to be to forge your own path ahead. You didn't get to the stars be reaching up futilely, you ripped what you wanted from the sky. That was the only way for humanity to survive. That was the only way for him to survive.

With a scream, he launched himself at the larger fighter. As the distance closed, he channeled his ki back into his fists. This man wanted to keep Adel from his future? Then screw him. "Wolf," Adelaide yelled, forcing himself through the air as fast as he could manage, "Fang Fist!"

The masked man raised a forearm to block, almost casually. They collided, the sheer power behind each fighter meeting. A shock wave roared down the beach in either direction, blowing sand and water in it's wake. The masked man took a step back. Adel was pushed backwards from the site of impact, flipping so that he could land facing his opponent. As soon as his feet touched sand he pushed off, pouring his ki into every attack.

Blow after thunderous blow roared between the two fighters. The masked man was stronger and faster, but Adel had gone entirely into a blood rage. With reckless abandon towards his future existence on this plane, he was letting go of any stops or checks to contain his energy. Master Roshi called this sort of thing incredibly wasteful. That is was a fool's weapon, successful in the short run, but never a battle-winner. Adel wasn't thinking about that, though. All he could see was red.

The masked man had clearly been unprepared for this sort of thing. Adel didn't know if he should chalk it up to his own abilities or the clear underestimation done by his opponent, and he didn't care. For the time being, he was past all conscious thought. That was probably for the best, too, as a massive right hook struck just below his left eye cleanly. He rolled with the attack, turning his side momentum into a roundhouse kick to the back of his opponent's head. The kick was blocked, and two more punches rained down onto his back, temporarily driving Adelaide to his knees. The fall was short-lived, however, as Adelaide pushed himself into the air with his ki. A quick thought charged a wave of destructive energy in his hand, and he fired it at his masked opponent.

The glowing beam struck the large man on the beach, detonating impressively. A small cloud of smoke was blown upwards, blocking Adel's vision. Knowing his enemy's speed, he immediately pressed the attack, dropping into the smoke cloud with a heel kick, gritting his teeth.

It was too late. The large opponent grabbed his ankle, swinging him around and hurling the smaller fighter across the beach. The masked man looked a bit disheveled, his shirt torn in a few places and a small trickle of blood going down his left shoulder.

This pleased the back of Adel's mind. There was something visceral about seeing the damage done to your opponent, even if he knew that he must look in far, far worse shape. He'd lost every encounter he'd had with this fighter, and even though he knew he'd been doing damage, victory didn't look likely. He would have to pull something truly impressive if he was going to claim victory this day.

Something truly impressive... Adelaide thought, wearily pushing off of the ground. He'd blown through basically all of his techniques, or at least the ones he thought that would do any good. The masked man had started walking down the beach to where Adel was standing, so he knew he had to think of something quickly.

He was reminded of something that Master Roshi had done many months ago. He had been fighting some guy, Bacterio something or other, and he had used some kind of ultra-powerful move. Adel had caught the gist of the techn ique, which had involved putting your hands in a certain position by your waste and reciting what was, most likely, words of ancient power.

Trying to mimic the stance his Master had done, all those months ago, Adelaide held both of his hands to one side, and just a little bit back. He twisted his wrists in opposite directions, bent his knees. The words weren't coming to him yet, but he was sure that they would. With an effort, he pushed the flagging remains of his energy into his hands.

The masked man stopped at that, and laughed. "So, boy," he yelled, in an amused tone of voice, "You think you know the Turtle Hermit's greatest move? The one he only teaches his most gifted pupils? HA!" The masked man put both of his fists on his waist and laughed heartily. Adel knew that, unless this guy was possibly the strongest being he'd literally ever encountered, some of that had to be a bluff. Adelaide had done some damage to his opponent, even if the man was pretending not to know it. To think otherwise would destroy what little pillar of ego Adel had built for himself since he had become a super human fighter.

A spark of memory brought the needed words to the surface. He didn't know if it was the insults of the masked man, or simply his beaten brain finally coming up with the needed information, but it didn't matter. He just thanked his lucky stars that he did remember, before this overgrown avatar of violence could finish bashing his head in.

"Ka! Me! Ha! Me!" he yelled, feeling the energy flow more with his words into his hands. He could almost see the blue light shining in-between his fingers. All he had to say was the final word, and a beam of blue energy would fly out from his hands, hopefully ending this fight once and for all. It was a guess, but a guess was really all Adelaide had left.

Before Adel could speak the final word, a shape materialized in front of his. It was his aged sensei, Muten Roshi the Turtle Hermit. He dispersed the energy Adel had gathered in his hands, then caught the young man as he fell forward. "If you had finished that attack, your life energy would have been consumed," Master Roshi said in a low, but seemingly proud, voice, "The Kamehameha takes special training. Congratulations, young man. Adelaide. This was your Gauntlet," the old man put his arm around Adel's shoulder and began to carry him inside, "You fought someone you could not beat. Even in the face of impossible odds, you kept striving, not just to protect others, but to prove yourself. You are ready to learn my most powerful techniques."

Those were the last words Adel heard as he slipped into a deep sleep.


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Vlad: "1st time attempt to reason, 2nd harsher reasoning, 3rd a savage beating, 4th breaking the wrists, 5th permanent injury requiring aid for the rest of their lives, 6th permanent hospitalization, 7th peaceful execution."


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