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Turtle Hermit's Training; Medium Quest: Complete
Topic Started: Nov 18 2017, 11:39 AM (240 Views)
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Turtle Hermit's Training

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You came to learn the secrets of Earth's most renowned martial arts master, Roshi. Instead of teaching you to fight, you find yourself immersed in weeks of eccentric tasks like milk delivery, bare-handed farming, basic education, deadly dances with dinosaurs, swims with sharks, and BEES! And to top it all off, the crazy old man has forbidden you from using ki or flight for any of it! With the added challenge of weighted clothing, can you survive the suicide school of martial arts?

Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 RPC

Bonus: +20 all stats, +1 DP, Ugly Sunglasses: Equipped on the head. Grants immunity to Solar Flare and prevents opponents with Telepathy from dodging your first move in battle.
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Unlike most students who sought out the venerable Turtle Hermit, Lyra did not step foot on his island with dreams of learning a single secret from the man. In truth she’d been referred there by another. Well the truth was the young demoness was led there without much clue of what was going on. However, the one who led her was the first human she encountered upon waking to her new life. She’d managed to pick up a few words of the native language but it wasn’t nearly enough to allow for effective communication. She was however decent at judging a person’s intentions so she knew the man wanted her to follow him and then to remain on this island.

The strange tasks given to her didn’t make a lot of sense to her truth be told but it did allow her to pick up some part time work with a local delivery company that was impressed with how swiftly she delivered the milk given to her by Master Roshi. Not that she truly understood what she was being given in return. To her zeni was nothing more than scraps that didn’t even taste all that good. With time she came to understand that it was something to be traded for other things. Weeks passed and she remained on the island.

It was the basic education that Roshi offered that she valued the most. It gave her the opportunity to learn more about the people of this planet and to learn more about their language. When Roshi forbid her to use ki she didn’t understand but after a time she came to understand. It wasn’t something she was overly happy with. In fact she preferred to hover a few inches off the ground at all times. Wallowing in the dirt reminded her entirely too much of her previous life and it left a rather bad taste in her mouth. So when she was instructed to keep her feet planted on the ground and dig through the dirt with her bare hands she initially refused.

However, what she had learned and everything that she could learn eventually won out over her personal dissatisfaction of getting dirty. So with no small degree of irritation she submitted herself to the strange training. She was somewhat grateful for the clothing that was provided for her. It was heavy of course but it prevented her normal attire from being soiled and potentially ruined. Her long hair, which was the color of unburnt coal, was tied back so it wouldn’t fall in her face. This left her unusually fair skin and bright emerald eyes quite visible to all who might look.

Several weeks into her training the young Demoness woke up with a yawn. The sky was largely dark still with the first colors emerging on the horizon. That was another thing about this place that never ceased to amaze her. All of the vibrant colors… it was so different than her old existence. She stood transfixed on the shoreline as she gazed off into the distance. Water lapped against the shore and fell just short of her boots.

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The girl that stood at the water’s edge was nothing more than a blot against the small island from Dende’s perspective. He hovered rather timidly high above in hopes he wouldn’t be noticed. It wasn’t like he was trying to be stealthy or anything. The little guy was simply shy and hesitated when meeting new people. The wind whipped sent ripples through his dark blue gui and pants. Both of which he’d been given by a kind but stern old man back in the place Dende had grown to call home. The old man was a decent martial artist in his own right and even functioned as the town’s sheriff.

Once Dende had learned everything the old man had to teach the sheriff sat him down. Apparently at that point the young Namekian had to make a choice. On one hand he could remain in that small town and train in order to take over for the sheriff when he became too old. On the other hand he could depart and seek out further instruction elsewhere. The desire to stay and help the man who quite literally raised him almost won out. However, Dende possessed no knowledge of who he was or where he came from. The old man found the shattered remains of an egg along with the small Namekian on the outskirts of the town. From that day forward he treated Dende as if he were a son.

With a heavy heart Dende set out to find further guidance and perhaps some clue of his people. On the road he faced numerous struggles and bore witness to both injustice and kindness. Dende started to realize just how complicated the world was. He also realized just how sheltered he was back with the sheriff. The town he was raised in was small and largely separated from the evils of the world. Eventually he heard rumors of a venerable master who lived in seclusion. Several false leads later found him finally hovering over the island. His pink eyes remained focused upon the small girl as she eventually started to rise off the ground. For an instant Dende’s heart began to race as he feared he’d been seen.

That is until the girl started to fly off to the east. Her departure was rather curious but he didn’t come to sort out her problems. That and if he followed her it was likely she’d misread his intent. Instead he simply took a deep breath and started to adjust the output of his ki. Slowly his body began to descend and eventually his feet sunk into the wet sand. The island itself appeared to be all but deserted save for the single house. It was a curious place. Did the old master truly call this place home or was this just where he trained others? Dende glanced around and grew dismayed when nobody greeted him. What was he supposed to do now? He let out soft sigh. “Great,” he thought.

With a shaky voice Dende called out in greeting. At first he didn’t get a response. After a short wait the sound of someone moving around inside the house could be heard. The door opened and the bald head of a human could be seen peaking around the edge of the door. Roshi and Dende stared at each other for as an awkward silence settled between the two. “If you’re not here with my new subscription or to offer me one I don’t want what you’re selling.” Sheer confusion flooded Dende’s expression as the old master closed the door without a word of explanation.

What,” Dende heard himself ask. “Go away,” he heard the old master call out from inside. Dende was completely baffled by the turn of events. What was he supposed to do? If he left now he’d have no choice but to return home a failure. Slowly he shook his head and mustered his courage. The young Namekian cleared his voice and stepped forward. His fist firmly rapped against the door. “I-I’m sorry for disturbing your solitude but I wanted to ask,” Dende began to say. Before he could finish the door slammed open. He barely had time to leap back to avoid the door before it struck him. Roshi stepped out with a thoughtful expression as one hand idly scratched at his chin. “Good reflexes,” Roshi observed. “At least you won’t be wasting my time.”

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Dende just stared at Master Roshi for two solid minutes without blinking. If the awkwardness of the situation registered with the old master it certainly didn’t show. Heck even if it did it was near impossible to tell with those large sunglasses concealing his eyes. “How’d you,” Dende started to say again. Once more Roshi cut him off. “How did I know you were looking to be trained?” Rather than giving an immediate answer the old master swept his hand to indicate that Dende should take a look around. The young Namekian did just that and he only saw vast amounts of water, the small island, and the house that sat upon it. Rather confused he turned to regard Roshi once more.

Not all that bright are you,” Roshi stated more than asked. The old master chuckled and just clapped one hand against Dende’s shoulder. “If you came all the way out here to visit me and you don’t have any of my subscriptions then you can only be here for one thing. You want to train under me.” Roshi removed his hand from Dende’s shoulder and turned away. As the old master stared to pace back and forth he folded one hand behind his back while the other held firmly to his staff. While rumor spoke of how strong the old master was it looked like he truly needed that staff just to stay upright.

Right,” Dende replied a bit stiffly. No matter how much he tried he just couldn’t get a good read this man. His movements and mannerisms all screamed of an old man well past the time to retire and hang up the… turtle shell. The man’s choice of attire aside, Dende wasn’t one to question age. The sheriff who raised him was old but still more than capable in his own right. For now he’d afford the old master the benefit of the doubt. Rather than wait for a response the young Namekian offered a deep bow and shouted, “Teach me please!” Roshi turned to look at Dende with a raised brow. The old master nodded a few times as he turned and stood in front of Dende.

I can’t just take in any passerby. You’ll need to pass a few tests and help me take care of some errands. I can’t rightly train you if I’m busy now can I?” Roshi chuckled despite the fact that Dende nodded in earnest. “Of course!” Roshi smiled and suddenly the young Namekian wasn’t quite so certain of this arrangement. “W-wait,” he started to say but by that point Roshi turned and started to walk away. “Follow me,” was all the man said as he started to leave. “O-oh.. ok.” Quietly Dende fell in step behind Roshi. Dende was so lost in thought he nearly ran into Roshi when he came to an abrupt stop. “Oh I almost forgot. Wait here.”

Before Dende could say anything the old master ran into his house and the sound of rummaging could be heard. Dende’s expression soured when Roshi walked out with a small turtle shell in his hand. “You’ll need to wear this. Leave it on until I tell you to remove it.” Dende, a little green man wearing a turtle shell… that had to be a joke. Right?

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Once Dende got over the fashion accessory he discovered that the training wasn’t quite what he’d expected. When he thought about being trained in martial arts he imagined waking up before the first rays of the sun brightened the horizon. He imagined lining up with other students and going through morning drills as the core basics is drilled into him through repetition. There were many different images that came to mind when he thought of training even down to the basics of training with weights. Only two of those images applied to what actually happened. Each day he woke before dawn and the shell was surprisingly heavy.

Each morning started with the venerable master giving him instruction in a proper education. Dende was taught how to read and he was taught mathematics. Master Roshi also instructed in him basic history as well. When Dende questioned the old master on what relevance this had to martial arts he’d scoff and simply say a sharp mind is just as important as a strong body. It was logic that Dende couldn’t’ really find an argument for so he chose to dive into his studies instead. Perhaps if he proved that he could be a good student then maybe Master Roshi would deign to teach him true martial arts.

Two hours after the sun had risen Dende was led away from the island to another that was several miles away. Traversing the distance between the two would have been all too easy if he was able to fly. However, Master Roshi had forbidden any use of ki during his time there. So Dende was given but one choice. Each morning he would have to swim from one island to the next. The island was considerably larger than Roshi’s island. In fact it possessed several villages that seemed to co-exist quite well this far out from modern society.

Dende crawled up onto shore. His clothes were soaked and clung heavily to his skin. It was difficult to breathe at first due to the exertion it took to swim through the water as swiftly as he could. Initially he intended to pace himself so he could conserve his endurance to make it through the rest of the day. However, a short way into his swim Dende felt something bump into his leg. Uncertain of what had happened and feeling a tinge of fear the young Namekian stopped swimming. It wasn’t until he saw the fin rise from the depths that he realized just how much danger he was truly in.

Dende screamed for Master Roshi to help but the venerable master simply told his student to swim faster. Swimming faster was hardly an issue. Dende was a small green blur as he torpedoed through the water and skidded across the beach. He coughed as he turned around and flopped onto his back. “W-what was that?!” Master Roshi chuckled. “Incentive not to slack off. Now get up the next part of your training is right over here.” Dende rolled over and gave the old master an incredulous look. Surely he couldn’t be serious?

Dende couldn’t help but imagine that this man had gone completely senile in his seclusion, but he got up and followed Master Roshi regardless. He’d already committed to the training so he wouldn’t show weakness and run away. Dende would learn this old man’s secretes even if it was the last thing he did! When he caught up with the old Master Dende realized that this was some form of farm. Fields of grain and various fruits and vegetables surrounded them. Other workers were nearby tilling the fields with large machines. Others were using tools to work the fields as well albeit much slower. “Your next task will be to till these fields for the next five hours.” Dende stared for a moment as he unfastened his gui and neatly folded it before it was placed on the ground.

He walked over to grab one of the tools before he heard Master Roshi clear his throat. “No my boy. You have to till these fields with your hands. A true martial artist’s body is all the tool he should need.” Dende’s expression dropped as he internally groaned. What had he gotten himself into? Rather than argue with the old master he simply nodded and turned away from the stack of tools. By this point the other workers had caught sight of the two and apparently decided to stop for the day. “A-are they finished,” Dende asked a bit hopeful that they’d arrived too late.

Master Roshi cackled. “They’re used to this by now. They’re giving you more room to work.” Dende openly stared. So the old master did this with all of his students?! Master Roshi gave no indication that he’d noticed the look Dende had given him. Instead Roshi turned and sat down near one of the motionless machines and leaned back against it. It wasn’t long before Dende could hear the sound of snoring. “Ugh.” Dende knew standing around wouldn’t do him any good. If he wanted to get this over with he’d just have to get started. Besides the sooner he started the sooner this would be over.

At first the ground provided resistance as he scooped it away and but the more he stared at the nearby fields Dende realized all he needed to do was to disturb the soil and make it softer for the seeds to be planted. The young Namekian stood there with his elbows tucked in at his sides. Both of his hands were held with his palms facing up and his fingers extended. One hand shot out and curved up as his nails acted like a blade digging into it. When his hand was withdrawn Dende smiled at the results. From there the task became much easier. However, it was still a slow and grueling process and by the time Master Roshi called for him Dende was covered in both sweat and dirt.

Dende’s muscles ached and he desperately wanted to take a bath but Master Roshi didn’t seem like he was quite finished yet. “Well done. It takes most students a few days to take a step towards mastering this training.” Master Roshi nodded slightly but he realized it was Dende’s blade-like nails that gave him a slight advantage over the others he’d trained. He’d have to instruct the boy on being careful when striking an opponent with those lest he risk causing grave injury or worse.

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Master Roshi led Dende over towards a pasture where various cattle grazed. The two made their way towards a small shack where an old farmer rocked back in forth in a small chair. Her hat was tipped forward which inadvertently concealed her face. She didn’t say anything but Dende sensed that she was at least aware of their presence. Roshi seemingly ignored her as well and led him over towards several stacks of crates. The old master patted one and the sound of clinking glass was heard. “The next part of your training. You are to take these crates and deliver them to the residents of this island. Run as fast as you can but you are not to break a single bottle. Each bottle you break will result in you running one lap around this island before we return home.”

Dende blinked and looked between the crates and Master Roshi. “Y-you want me to deliver milk?” Roshi leaned against his staff and chuckled. “As fast as you can but not a single bottle broken.” Dende let out a prolonged sigh as he walked over towards the crates and picked one up. It wasn’t all that heavy so perhaps this wasn’t going to be as bad as he expected. Before he could turn away Master Roshi stacked three more crates on top of the other. “Follow this road,” he said as he pointed with his staff. “It leads you all around the island and will lead you back here. Each house gets one crate. When you’re out of crate run back for four more and continue delivering until you make the entire trip.” Dende gulped as he realized that this… was not going to be an easy task.

Rather than wasting time and precious oxygen to argue the young Namekian turned and started to run. He wanted to go as fast as he could but a few feet into his sprint the crates started to shake and they nearly toppled. It took longer than he would have liked but eventually the young Namekian found a steady pace that he could maintain and keep the crates relatively balanced. The shell he wore on his back felt like the weight of the world pressed down on his back much like the man Roshi had told him about earlier that morning. What was his name? Atlas?

Once Dende delivered milk to the first four houses he turned around and sprinted back. In fact he was on his third trip by this point and he was starting to feel rather good about himself. “I can do this!” Dende proudly proclaimed. His voice carried across the country side like a trumpet heralding his arrival. It was quickly met with a terrifying roar that sent a chill down his spine. This caused Dende to slow to a complete stop and look around cautiously. In the distance Dende could just make out the shape of something approaching. No it wasn’t just one shape but… three? He knew he should have kept running but he was curious. Maybe these were residents that wanted to offer him help?

It wasn’t until he realized that they were entirely too large to be people that Dende realized he’d made a grave error. By then they were entirely too close and three large reptilian creatures barreled down the road at him. Dende let out a startled scream and started to sprint down the road. It took everything he had to remain slow enough to keep the crates upright but he could feel the hot breath of the three dinosaurs down the back of his neck. He screamed for Master Roshi several times but the old master never came to his aide.

It was then that Dende was reminded of the sharks from his morning swim and how they were incentive from slacking off. Certainly this couldn’t be the same. Dende’s expression soured as he let out a loud curse. The rest of his deliveries were spent evading the snapping jaws of these creatures and placing the crate at the doors of the houses along the way. Eventually he managed to deliver all of them with only a few bottles being broken. Dende collapsed in a heap at Master Roshi’s feet.

Roshi tapped Dende with the end of his staff. When Dende groaned in protest the old master was satisfied that his student could still be counted among the living. “I heard about the broken bottles. That’s seven by my count.” Silence settled between the two and Dende had gone silent. Slowly he looked up at the grinning face of his torturer. “Best get to running. You don’t want to miss supper.” The old man smiled. Dende wanted to protest but he eventually just got up and started to run seven laps around the island. It should have been a surprise when he discovered that the path led him through a heavily bee infested area but he wasn’t.

Each form of training this man gave him led to some inherent danger that would encourage him to work harder. When the seven laps were finally finished Dende collapsed at Roshi’s feet again with a groan. The sun had just started to dip towards the far horizon. The sky darkened and Dende’s body felt like it was on fire. Roshi nodded slightly. “You did well for the first day. This will be your routine for the next four months.” Dende’s eyes shot open as he looked up in complete shock. Four months?! Roshi grinned menacingly as he pointed towards the direction of his island. “Best get to swimming Dende unless you want to miss supper.”

The young Namekian wanted to shout at the top of his lungs that he didn’t need food for sustenance but he wanted that to be his little secret. Something he could silently hold over the old master. Soon Dende picked himself up from the ground and made his way towards the water’s edge. It was a long swim back to Master Roshi’s island and the bed that would allow the young Namekian to meditate and recover his strength just to do it all over again the next morning.

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