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| Kami's Trial [Medium Quest]; Solo | Mr. Satan | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 4 2017, 01:16 AM (68 Views) | |
| Shallot | Sep 4 2017, 01:16 AM Post #1 |
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He could feel the instant shift in tone from his time on Vegeta. This was a much more peaceful place to be in every sense of he word. Not having a bloodthirsty Saiyan wanting his head on a pike was certainly a welcomed change in situation, but he couldn't help but feel slightly wary around this green-skinned creature. Of course, over the past couple months, he had had plenty of run ins with the unknown element. Between Keliouxians, Yaidratians, and Saiyans.. well, whatever this guy was wasn't going to throw him too much through a loop anymore. But despite that, this guy was more friend than foe.. right? The elderly alien, as if he had sensed the Champion's doubt, began to walk forward sluggishly. "My name.. is Kami. In another sense, I am the deity that watches over this world. Earth. I am a Namekian by origin, but I teach those that I deem worthy enough to learn what I have to give." A God? Pfft, no such thing. Mr. Satan long lost his faith to the disasters of yesteryear. Yet after all of his adventures, he was willing to accept whatever cosplay people were trying to push his way. He hadn't doubted the words of Adel yet, and he certainly wasn't about to now that he was so close to actually being able to go home. "Grandmaster Adel already told me of your journey here. You're a brave one for trekking to the planet of the Saiyans, but I think it was foolish on the Elder's part to send you there so early. If you had died, I doubt any of us would have forgiven ourselves.." He kneaded the bridge of his nose for a moment, only to return his attention to the Champ. "In any case, your adventure is enough proof that you're worthy to learn under me. We'll be going over some simple techniques together so I can gauge your strength. Does that seem fair to you?" Mr. Satan gave the Namekian a swift nod, only for Kami to nod right back. "I'm ready for whatever you're willin' to throw at me!" Kami let a smile tug at the corner of his lips. "We will see how long that lasts then.. but in any case, we shall start off with a technique known as the Ion Blast. It's a very dangerous technique in the wrong, but I'm sure that you'll be able to handle it." Mr. Satan moved over to the side as Kami motioned that he wanted some room, only to shift himself downward. His core moved lower as he looked to the sky. His legs pushed themselves apart before the ground beneath them shook with terror. He was summoning up a lot more power than he looked like he possessed! Hercule took another step back before a devastating crimson beam of energy shot out of the Namekian's hands. It stopped instantly after, an orb flying through the air before exploding high above. Hercule's eyes were wide and his jaw was dropped. He had seen displays of energy being used before by Adel, but this was on a completely different level! Kami let out a small sigh, a droplet of sweat forming along his brow. He wiped it away as he looked back to his guest, the Champion, and smiled. "If you can learn how to do this technique, I'll teach you everything that I can possibly show you." Hercule gulped gently at the thought of this. Did Adel not mention that he couldn't use Ki in any type of way? Well, even if he did, Kami seemed intent on him doing this first, so there was no way out of it. He moved to where Kami was standing beforehand, taking in a breath. He supposed the worst thing that could happen was a reality he was already used to: he was unable to use Ki at all, so there was not going to be a beam shooting out of his hands. He tried to draw on the power within similar to how Adel taught him, and while there was a small shift in his core, the energy just wasn't coming out. Whether Kami could sense that Hercule could draw upon the power or not was beyond Hercule, but he sure wasn't in a position to ask at the present moment. He was trying with all of his his might to focus on drawing out the latent energy in the core of his body, going with everything he had to fire off this Ion whatever that the Namekian wanted him to shoot off. But no matter what he did, no matter how hard he grunted or wished upon the stars that he would be able to do it, nothing was coming out of his palms. It felt like something was beginning to leak from his core, causing Mr. Satan to gain a little bit of confidence. He smirked, grunting even harder as he let the final action shoot from his body, forcing his palms forward. He had fully expected an amazing beam of energy to shoot from his hands just like the heroes he had seen fight before, but.. .. no, he just kind of farted right then and there. The noise that emitted from his buttocks was wet, so there was no hiding what it actually was. He had grunted and forced his body so hard that gas just had to be passed. A small blush reached the Champion's cheeks as he quickly broke the stance, letting his head slump forward in both defeat and embarrassment. Popo's expression was quite stoic, but Kami's looked a little more shocked than anything. "You're strong enough to get the recommendation of the Grandmaster, yet you can't even fire off a simple beam.. you're an interesting one, Mr. Satan. Luckily for you, I had already planned for this. It seems Adel wasn't pulling my leg when he said that you couldn't control energy." Hercule couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, if only because he wanted to be able to shoot off Ki like everyone else. Then again, maybe taking some pride in his strength wouldn't be all bad. "We're going to try a different approach to training you, since you can't seem to grasp how to use any sort of energy. A physical trial may suit your body just a bit better. My associate here, Mr. Popo, will be your sparring partner for the day. All I need you to do is to try and land a single punch on his face." Hercule took a look at the dark-skinned genie-looking individual, only for his expression to become neutral. Most would feel a bit nervous about getting a order to punch someone in the face, but Mr. Satan understood the idea of sparring. If this master opted to have him spar with this 'Mr. Popo', then who was he to judge? Popo got into a stance, offering for Hercule to begin his assault whenever he wished. Well, this was going to happen right off the bat then. Mark had no issue with getting things started, at least it wouldn't be life threatening! Hercule pushed off of the tip of his boot, letting out a triumphant yell as he sprang into the air. He raised his fist up, cocking it back before letting it burst forward in an amazing display of power. But despite all of the power he was able to muster up in the past, the monsters he was able to conquer, the people he was able to train under.. his fist was ever so easily stopped by a single palm of this genie. It almost frustrated him in the moment, but he wasn't going to lose focus. This was a spar, so this was a moment where he could show off what he could do! He immediately swang his body around, using his fist as a sort of axle for his pivot before attempting to send his foot across the genie's face. His leg was caught by the creature, only for his entire body to be ragdolled and pulled out of the air. Hercule struggled free, kicking the genie's hand and putting distance between them. What was he doing wrong? He had never met someone who could that since the likes of Cell. Was this guy as strong as Cell, or was it something wrong on his end? He couldn't question himself yet, there was only time to act at this point. He sprang forward again, beginning to unleash an onslaught of fists. Every blow was targeted, aiming for the neck, the cheeks, and the forehead. His focus was entirely on landing a blow on this man's face. However, for each punch came an equal and easy block, each of them being caught in his palms. Hercule began to puff out with exhaustion, still not relenting. His strength wasn't lacking nor was his speed.. so what the hell was wrong with what he was doing? Why wasn't it working, and what could he do to improve upon it?! After a few more seconds of delivering punches to his face, he tried to mix it up by going for a leg sweep. It came to a grinding halt as Mr. Popo jumped off of the ground entirely, only to turn his body around mid-air and kick Hercule across the face. He let out a gasp, not expecting him to hit back. He hadn't braced himself for it causing him to be a lot more stunned than usual. He reeled back, clutching at his cheek in pain. "What the.. argh!" Now he was angrier, bursting forward in a grand display of speed for someone of his level. Even Popo widened his eyes for a moment at his sudden show of power, bringing his arms up to begin blocking his blows. It had been a long time since he had to deal with a more physical fighter. So many opted for energy these days that someone who actually put emphasis on their martial arts had become a scarcity. But despite the power that the Champ was able to summon, despite the speed with which he was able to deliver the blows, he wasn't able to land any sort of solid shot. Each of them was met with either a swift dodge or a simple block with the forearm. The human let off a small growl at how feeble his attempts to do any damage to the dark genie were. It was like he was fighting against a brick wall with crimson lips. He let out a scream as he darted forward again, nearly about to punch Popo right in his face. However, his fist was stopped-- this time not by the genie, but the Namekian deity that forced himself between them. "Enough. This display is getting you nowhere. Would you like to know what you are doing wrong?" Hercule blinked a few times at suddenly being stopped in the middle of the exercise, but he gave a swift nod. "To be blunt, you're too rigid. Your attacks are telegraphed. For most warriors, it comes down to strength and speed to declare a victor, but experienced veterans of the battlefield have learned how to bridge the gap with tactics and prediction. Even some of the strongest can be bested by someone who is willing to think during a fight rather than let their fists do the talking." Kami let a punch dart out for Hercule's jaw. The Champion instinctively put up a solid guard to stop the fist, but suddenly, his arms were blown apart by a swift uppercut. He didn't see it coming at all.. did he switch his trajectory midway?! "Unpredictability can be your friend at times, as long as it doesn't come with the sacrifice of your timing and strength. Simply throwing out random punches will get you nowhere." Hercule growled for a moment at his own idocy, but he had to give a shot. He moved behind Kami in a flash of speed, darting toward Popo again. If he had to be unpredictable, so be it! The Champ stomped on the ground, reeling his arm back to prepare a punch. The genie put his guard up to protect against it, but.. Mr. Satan's leg was coming up for a kick to his side! Hercule smiled at the attack, but Popo was able to put up his other arm to protect his side, instantly crushing the temporary happiness that Hercule had. What the hell else could he do?! It was Popo's turn to retaliate, having enough of being on the defensive. A fist smashed into the Champ's jaw, sending him backward, stunned. Damn it, there was no warning behind his attacks. He tried to guard, but every fist that slammed against his forearms only proved to give him a throbbing pain. He had to turtle it out and wait for an opening. Slightly spreading his forearms out in the rain of blows Popo sent toward him, he watched the creature's body carefully, trying to find some kind of opening to exploit. He searched, and he searched, and he searched.. yet nothing seemed to be opening up except for his forearms. It felt like his guard was beginning to crack under the immense pressure the genie was able to lay down. He finally broke, one of his arms being blown back by a choice attack. Hercule's eyes widened, noticing that he was wide open for a blow. Popo's fist had air rippling around it as it neared his jaw, but just before it hit, it came to a grinding halt. It was a mercy. He had won. Hercule slowly fell to his knees, just happy that his head was still intact after that assault. He panted out, trying to block out the pain in his forearms. Kami approached the two of them again, gently tapping the tip of his staff against the top of Hercule's head in a comedic fashion. He let out a small yelp of pain as a bump formed on his head, looking back to the green-skinned companion. "Once again, you were being too predictable. If you go in thinking that random blows are going to do the job, all that will happen is that you'll be overwhelmed. Things like shifting your battle stance have to become muscle memory. You would be able to learn it, but you're going to have to completely dedicate yourself to the teaching." As he spoke to the man, Kami paced around him, staring him down as if to gauge the determination he had toward the goal that he set. But Hercule wasn't put down by it at all. He slowly got back onto his feet, ready to complete the last part of his journey home. "I said it once and I'll say it again. I'm ready for anything you're willin' to dish out!" Kami couldn't help but smile a bit, chuckling. "Well, I'll hold you to that. For the next two days, your training will completely consist of you dedicating stance changes to muscle memory. Sooner or later, your body will begin to remember the resulting pain from our training and it will learn how to avoid it for you.. even if your brain can't handle the strain." He let out another chuckle, Hercule taking slight offense to his gentle jab. "Well, let's get started then. Your training starts now!" Before Mr. Satan could even begin to respond, Popo had already punched him in the face and sent him sliding against the tiled floor. Kami laughed once more, Hercule rubbing at the bridge of his nose.. the Champ couldn't help but laugh as well. It was time to finish this race. [align=center]Two Days Later[/align] The two warriors clashed in the middle of the Lookout with great intensity. Now Hercule was landing solid blows on Popo, but he seemed unfazed by the pain. He was just more happy that Hercule was actually making some progress with this. The Champ began to go for an uppercut, but followed it up with a sudden headbutt that sent the genie back. Popo quickly regained his ground and slammed a hammerblow into the top of Hercule's head. The Champ couldn't help but grin as he stood his ground, slamming an actual uppercut into the genie's gut this time. He didn't hesitate like he did the last time.. a proper switch in stance and thought process. Now it was hard to realize what was a feint and what wasn't. This was what Kami wanted out of him all along! He let out a scream of confidence, rushing forward to let a rain of blows pelt Popo's tight guard. He was aiming to blow it apart, but Hercule knew that such a thing wasn't going to come easily to him. There was more training that he would need to get past him with these lightweight blows.. he needed to get something a bit heavier to smash through those arms. Before he could give it a shot, the genie already opened his guard to let his forehead clash with Mr. Satan's, stunning him for a moment. It was still hard to predict the unpredictable, but even if he couldn't, he could at least grin through the pain and retaliate in kind. Pushing his foot into the ground, he reeled back and let a right hook smash across Popo's face, sending him back slightly. Their clash was one that Kami watched onward toward silently. He didn't need to offer any more guidance to what the Champ was doing. He was learning it just fine on his own at this rate. Hercule had finally had enough of the foreplay. It was time to end this on his own terms. He let out a small growl, taking a solid martial arts stance. It was something completely different from what he had done the entire time he had been on the Lookout, garnering the attention of both his opponent and Kami. They had no clue what the Champion was up to at this point, but Popo wasn't about to wait around and find out what he was hiding after all this time. Darting forward, the genie was about to punch Hercule right in his chin. The air rippled once more, but this time, there was no intention of stopping. This time.. it wouldn't even reach its mark. Hercule quickly swayed out of the way, pushing forward on the back of his foot and letting his left fist shoot forward. He aimed for Popo's chin, but before he could put up his right guard, Hercule stopped short. A feint! He let out a grunt of true effort as the air rippled around his fist time, his right hand shooting through the air with unmatched speed. "Megaton Punch!" Punching with the true force of a mega ton, his punch smashed into Popo's cheek and nearly knocked him out right then and there, sending Popo sliding through the tiles of the Lookout with the sheer impact of the attack. Kami's eyes widened at the sudden burst of strength within the Champion, quickly speeding over toward him to try and analyze his body. There was no energy flow inside of him, yet he was able to summon up that kind of strength?! Just what in the world was this guy made of? "That last attack-- that Megaton Punch --how did you do that so hard?" Herucle looked at Kami with a more questioning look. There wasn't much secret to his punch. "It's just a punch I use all my strength for. It's a regular punch except for the fancy moves, but I throw my back into it. It's not all that much." For him, maybe not.. but Kami couldn't be more surprised. He smiled gently, finally realizing why Grandmaster Adel took such an interest in this Champion. He had strength beyond what he was capable of without the use of Ki. Such a person did warrant some kind of study. Kami gave the Champion a swift nod, smiling wider. "I suppose there's nothing else I can teach you for the time being then. I'll arrange a way down for you. Popo, fetch the Power Pole." The genie quickly nodded, heading inside the Lookout. "At the base of this Lookout lies a small village. You should be able to navigate your way home, if I'm not mistaken?" Hercule thought about it for a moment, but realized that he still had his smartphone on him. Now that he was back on Earth, he finally had reception again! He took a look over the small machine, seeing that he had plenty of missed calls, messages, and voicemail that he hadn't gotten the chance to take a look at yet. He had disappeared for quite some time, so there's no doubt that some people would have worried about him, but this many..? Mr. Popo returned with a red staff, Kami walking over to the edge of the Lookout. "Extend!" The pole then extended damn near infinitely, shooting downward into the abyss of clouds. "You can slide down this without meeting any harm. I wish you a safe travel back home, Champion." Hercule smiled at being referred to by his title, hopping onto the pole. "Thank you for teaching me!" With his thanks in mind, he began to slide down, almost back home at last! He got to the base of the tower, seeing the small village that Kami had referred to. Well, at least he was able to make a call from out here. Grabbing his phone, he made a call. "Yes, Rebecca? It's Mr. Satan. Yes, I know, I know. Can you drive the car out to my location? ... Where I've been? Well. It's a pretty funny story." [align=right]3,710[/align] |
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