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It was time for him to start pushing himself more, but he was also going to start something else as well beginning today. He’d invited Tsuken to the gravity chamber with him so that they could both train together and get stronger as a whole. The more Saiyans they gathered together and trained to a high level of power, the less they would have to worry about outside threats. So it was a good idea for him and Tsuken to become stronger than ever before, which brought him to today. As it stood right now, he was stronger than Tsuken was which meant that he needed to train the young warrior to at least match him. Starting today he would try to train as often as he could, and spar with Tsuken as much as possible, then they could both become more capable in protecting their homes.

Shifting slightly he was still trying to get used to the feel of the weighted clothes that now covered him, it was an odd sensation that he was feeling from them. They seemed to cut into his power quite a bit as well, which made things a bit more annoying than before, but he supposed he couldn’t complain. They were created with the purpose of making him stronger, so a little bit of a cost for such a thing was necessary. Turning towards the controls, he decided to get it prepared for the training session, setting it to an appropriate level for Tsuken.

Then he walked towards the large open area, waiting for the younger Saiyan to join him, arms crossed in front of his chest. He was going to push himself and Tsuken to the limits of what they could do, and he wanted to try to prepare Tsuken for other situations as well. He would see how things went for his training partner for the day before doing anything really complicated. Besides, right now he wanted to make himself as strong as he possibly could and make himself more capable of a fighter against the rising enemies. With being the newly appointed Lieutenant-General of the Saiyan Solar empire, he needed to show that he was a force to be reckoned with on his own. Otherwise he would fail his position and those that were counting on him to fill the role properly, and failure was not something that he would allow of himself.

“Ayleen, turn the gravity on in about three minutes, please?” he heard an acknowledgment of his request, now he just needed to wait.

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The little one eyed his father with bright, shining tears in his eyes. Something between them had gone awry, and Rensou appeared to have an uncomfortable look about the entire situation. The two Saiyans were just outside the outer walls of their ship while Yuumaru waited patiently within, and the child collapsed to his knees and tugged at the tight lower garments of his papa. “P'weeeeaase paa! P'weeeease!” he exclaimed, his high –though undoubtedly male voice drew the attention of the soldiers of the empire in the vicinity of the docked ship. A single tear rolled down the cheek of the child.

“Tsuken. . .I,” Rensou began, but he was cut short as his heart rolled onto his back, his fists clenched tightly and his eyes squeezed shut. A wail erupted from his powerful lungs, and the eldest Hiruen reached up and scratched the back of his head as his men and women began to stifle their laughter before Rensou shot them the look of a devil. The soldiers went about their business, and the general looked down at the rolling, crying mass and knew he was defeated.

“But 'ah w'eawwy 'anna, pa!”

“An'ya u'sa doit aw da time!”

The droplets were crocodile tears, and Tsuken stymied a smile as he felt his father's resolve give way. As if nothing were bothering him at all, he bounded back to his feet and pointed to the scar the demon destroyer of Saru had placed over his left eye, a thing that slightly ran down his cheek. Rensou cared little for the marring, and had begged Tsuken to allow the doctors to repair it while time remained; he had never been able to receive such a luxury. The child, however, was ridiculously proud of the thickened mass of tissue that was still slightly pink.

“But'ah a'weal so'der now, wike you, pa!” and he smiled brightly as Rensou easily deciphered his speech. A slight smile of pride spread over his features at the realization Tsuken had been simply looking up to him the entire time. Finally, the elder relinquished his stubborn pride and decided to thoroughly embarrass himself before his lieutenant general.

“Fine, but this is the last time, alright?” he agreed, and Tsuken nodded his little head up and down while he bounced, a squeak of joy escaping him before he landed, his face a picture of seriousness. His arms were straight along his sides as he turned, his tiny legs pumping up and down as he marched with perfect rhythm toward, up, and into the Gladiator.

Rensou sighed, performing his own part of the deal. From the first moment his child had seen the soldiers marching to the drums in the streets of Saru, he had wanted to be like them. Wished to be like his father. The calloused hands of Rensou Hiruen became the sticks while his powerful thighs became the drums, and walking behind his child, he played out a quick and flawless cadence.

. . .tap!
. . .tap!
. . .tap!
. . .taptap!

Up the staircase those pistons went and into the middle floor of the ship, the gravity chamber awaiting the boy while the father hung his head in embarrassment, hoping Yuumaru was too engrossed in a stretching session to notice. Tsuken marched in place while Rensou maintained that perfect roll against his legs, simultaneously commanding his son to, “SALUTE!”

“HA!” Tsuken yelled, his marching body ceasing as his clenched fist came up over his chest.

“. . .ABOUT FACE!” And just as quickly as he saluted, the boy spun to face his father rather than Yuumaru.

“. . .sound off,” clearly, this entire charade had gotten to be too much for Rensou to stand. Sweat beaded along his handsome, albeit sliced features before his son began to recite a Saiyan marching rhyme.

“We'awe Saiyans!”

“We'wike tah'eat!”

“MEAT, MEAT, MEAT, MEAT. . .MEATMEATMEAT!”

Rensou was thanking the gods this entire thing was nearly over and done with and he could be on his way while his valued warrior and son trained together, their power similar enough while Yuumaru wore his weights. Before he and Mori had departed for Kold, Tsuken had been the more powerful warrior, but the potential Rensou had known Yuumaru held within him had exploded during his service on the barren planet. Thoughts returned to the situation at hand. “At ease, Private Hiruen! he commanded.

Tsuken relaxed slightly, nearly sweating as much as his father while he puffed his chest out as best he could. The child was anything but at ease, but with precise military wording he asked his father the next step in this recital~ “Owdahs, Gen'wul Wiwuen?!”

“Spar with Lieutenant General Mori, Private Hiruen!”

“Yes'sah!” Tsuken turned to face Yuumaru once more, hardly noticing the gravity as the room went red. The meant his father had departed, and the son took pride in knowing his father felt he could handle himself well enough to not require supervision. He had, after all, survived the attack on Vegetasei, Yuumaru was going to be a pushover compared to such a horrid thing.

“Weady, Yuumawu?” Tsuken asked as he slipped into that stance so like Rensou's own, whom, meanwhile, had exited his vessel and was making his way back towards the main facility of the base. The cold-hearted killer was smiling from ear to ear, because after all, there are special somethings that warm the hearts of even the most vicious of wolves~

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With his body loosening up with the stretching he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment to make sure he had plenty of energy for the spar. It’d be pointless to enter the match if he was already tired, neither of them would gain much from it if that was the case. Then again Yuumaru hadn’t been expecting to surpass the young Saiyan so quickly either, which was a reason he was wearing the weighted clothing now. It would allow him to hold back the majority of his power so as to not overwhelm his opponent, this was more for Tsuken than it was for him, but he was sure he could learn some new things as well. When the tapping began an eyebrow raised by pure instinct, opening one of his green eyes to look at the procession that was occurring.

Rensou was using his legs as drums as the younger Hiruen marched into the spaceship as a member of the Saiyan Solar Empire’s army. It was interesting to watch the scene, knowing that it was actually a deserving moment between the pair, given what all Tsuken had endured. If any of them proved that they were ready and able to be a soldier, it was definitely the General’s son who had fought and survived what happened on Vegeta. He continued to watch the little show that Tsuken was putting on, it was good for the young one to enjoy himself while he could, Yuumaru had the feeling things were going to get a bit out of control soon.

When he was finished the boy looked to his father for orders and was given ones that he would train with Yuumaru. Simple enough, they were going to be sparring each other today, even if he was in a slightly disadvantageous position right now. If he could manage to push Tsuken a bit, he was sure that there would be a good deal of growth for the young warrior. That was his main goal, getting Tsuken up to at least his own level if not surpassing him outright, the more capable warriors they could gather the better off they would be. Being a Lieutenant-General now, he was trying to think ahead for the future as much as possible while making sure that he himself grew more capable for his rank.

He aimed to catch up to Rensou himself and he hoped that he would surpass that man as well, if he could accomplish that, he would think himself deserving of his rank. There were no small goals in this Saiyan’s mind, if he wanted to become a force to be reckoned with, he had to make sure his goals were fitting. Plus as a warrior, the higher the wall one had to climb the more fun it would be, especially should he get the chance to fight or spar on even ground. He was broken from his thoughts by his sparring partner for the day, and pushed himself to stand across from the smaller Saiyan.

“I’m ready, are you?” although his question was answered when Tsuken took his fighting pose, and he did the same, his own body in a much more relaxed state. There was a moment of thought on if he should start or not, but he decided thinking about it wouldn’t accomplish anything. Channeling his energy to his feet he pushed forward with a powerful Bukujutsu which sent him right for the Rensou’s son. Reeling back his arm, he launched it forward and added the momentum of his flight to the punch, but there was also more to things than meets the eye.

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Tsuken nodded, a “mhm,” accentuating the admittance that he was, indeed, ready. Before the attack on his home and the death of his adopted sister, Tsuken had been a warrior unsure of himself. The display of courage that had occurred versus the fiery-haired devil that had destroyed his home, his city, and his dear companion had taught him many things about himself. During the Taikaishita Nitaiyo, the boy had been without confidence during battle. Risking his life for justice had informed him fully that he, like his father and Yuumaru, was a warrior. As a warrior, he would grow stronger to make sure nothing ever happened to the people he cared about again.

With that resolve, the brilliant purple encapsulated him before it exploded into a jagged fire as Yuumaru bounded forward, the more experienced and powerful warrior by far. The weights only impeded his striking strength and speed, but his energy based attacks and reflexes would still be astounding in comparisons to the youngest Hiruen's own. An arm fired outward, a straight. . .a slight telegraph, and a smile spread across Tsuken as he moved to react. Like his father, his left arm was low –unable to defend. This punch would be a connection, but the tiny Saiyan would not take it with full force.

Nay, his hips rolled and moved his head slightly. A tinge of pain shuddered down him as his head snapped back, knuckles against his cheekbone the cause. Invigoration thundered through him as his stance held strong, the punch beginning to graze down the side of the features and directly caused by the swaying body of Tsuken. With the rolling hips, the child leaned forward harshly and fired his right hand, already cocked and ready to answer just above his belt~

The weakest point of an undoubtedly strong abdomen, an immovable object for most. . .and Yuumaru definitely held within his power the durability to endure such strikes a hundred-fold, if not more. With that in mind, Tsuken pushed himself upward as his left arm curled for a following uppercut milliseconds after his straight right for the belly.

“G'weat shot, Yuumawu!” he complimented, the fire of battle and challenge burning in his brown eyes.

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There was a purpose behind the telegraphed punch as he drew nearer to the Saiyan child, watching as he turned and rolled his hips to weaken the force behind the blow. That was his aim for this exchange and as he rolled, Yuumaru struck out with his knee the same time that Tsuken did his right arm. The length of his leg was longer than the smaller Saiyan’s arm reach, but that didn’t matter with the amount of momentum carrying his body forward. Tsuken’s attack struck where it had been aimed a grunt of discomfort from the strike, thankfully he’d gotten used to being hit with attacks from opponent’s that had an advantage.

The uppercut came at him next and his own right arm moved to alter the course of where the strike was aimed, instead of a direct blow, it would catch his side. It still connected with a good amount of power, but nowhere near as bad as it could have been, which was what he had been going for. His defense might not have been amongst the best, but he could still take hits well enough there was just no reason to take direct hits if it could be avoided. Before more attacks could be launched, however, he created distance between the two once more and settled about ten feet from his sparring partner for the day.

“You’re doing well yourself, Tsuken,” he replied, his words conveying that the child had grown quite a bit in his abilities when they had last met.

Green eyes scanned over the younger Saiyan’s form for any signs of weak points that might be visible, he knew the form from Rensou and after seeing it when he fought. He’d seen it the couple of times he sparred and fought against Tsuken as well, while it was a good stance there were always points of attack that were difficult to cover. This time he would take the time to analyze as much of the fighting style as he could while facing it, and look for blind spots in its defense. Although he’d have to work within his means as well, there was still the height difference between the two that would make things awkward.

Shaking those thoughts from his head, he moved forward and swept his leg at Tsuken’s in an attempt to knock him off balance. If he could get the younger Saiyan off his feet for even a moment, it would offer him an opportunity to attack better. Still it was better to not pass up a chance of attacking in case the leg sweep failed either, throwing out his fist towards Tsuken’s chest. Stopping it about three inches from the boy’s body, he shouted and released a Kiai at that range, hoping to send his opponent flying back. It likely wouldn’t hurt too much, he did his best to hold back so that this battle could last and provide some challenge.

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Happiness filled the son of Rensou as his flying fist came to halt against the target of his aggression, and his momentum brought him directly into the knee shortly after. A whoosh of air escaped the lungs, the joint solidly smashing against his sternum. Tsuken managed to hold his breath in himself, and continued with his fast-paced assault: the uppercut continued as planned. The much larger Saiyan misdirected his strike, and the fist somehow clipped the side of the man known as Yuumaru Mori. The hopes of the child grew brighter.

Brown eyes watched carefully as the partner bounded backwards, setting himself a little over three meters away from young Tsuken. His tail, nearly as long as he was tall, whipped the air violently in the same fashion Rensou's always did. Yuumaru inspected his stance as Tsuken gathered his breath, but managed to toss out a reply before Yuumaru moved in to initiate melee combat once again. “D'ankies, 'mawu!” a grin accompanied the shout before the face became focused once again.

The Hiruen stance was a perplexing thing, and was largely their own –certainly, some far away warrior fought in a manner similar, but both members of the clan would consider it inferior the moment such a realization was made. Their style had been perfected through the generations, honing them into capable fighters. Above all, Hiruen men and women preferred their altercations close, and Tsuken was the first true prodigy in the arts of ki in several generations.

His tiny boots were spread far, the right leg almost straight while his weight rested upon the opposite. The arm above the lead leg was low and inviting, while the left was cocked high. Often, a Hiruen would simply take a strike to offer one from their dominant hand in the form of powerful hooks and overhanded strikes, while the right offered probing jabs and sharp uppercuts. Rarely was a block made, in the conventional sense: Tsuken and his father alike were adept at “slipping” punches, moving opposite of whatever strike sought them to dampen the effects or out-right dodging it in some cases.

A dodge was not the case as Yuumaru powered his leg forward in a sweeping motion, his blue lances whipping with his acceleration and movement. There was attempt as the coiled leg under him propelled him up, but Tsuken was too slow in this case: the shin of Yuumaru whipped into his feet, turning him upside down in mid-air before his kiai blasted Tsuken away and towards the opposite wall.

The child never bothered to right himself before an answer was presented. Ripping through the red light of the chamber, those little arms lashed out like pistons and fired off two blasts of his purple energy, the color deep, the attacks themselves moderately strong. In comparison to his physical strikes, they were akin to a well-loaded jab from the submissive hand: hardly enough to truly damage rather than discomfort, but enough to distract while Tsuken braked with Bukujutsu and landed nimbly on his feet.

The boy was now six meters away from his sparring mate, and instead of assuming his stance and waiting for another assault, Tsuken sought to up the ante as he cocked his limbs beside him while he faced Yuumaru head on. With a grunt of exertion and a wrinkled face, a purple orb of energy surged to life in front of Tsuken at waist level. He had chosen to employ his Tsurunoha, and the energy before him was compacted and perfect to the point that it resembled a sphere of purple liquid rather than a burning ball of ki. The difference was easily noted.

The thing began to revolve around the child, prepared to strike at any moment.

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The stance was an interesting one, he would have to experiment with different tactics to test the effectiveness and weak points. It wasn’t entirely planned for all attacks, however, or perhaps it was just Tsuken that hadn’t been prepared. As his leg clipped the young Saiyan spinning him, before his attack sent him flying backwards, it might be a good idea to use the inexperience against Tsuken then. It wasn’t a completely surprise catch as his smaller opponent countered with two ki blasts, to which Yuumaru crossed his arms in front of him to defend against. The attacks pushed him back about an inch, his footing having been unstable at the time, but he recovered quickly.

Watching across the chamber he saw the familiar sphere of energy form beside the General’s son, this was going to make his senses that much more important. He knew that the sphere could attack where most other attacks couldn’t be seen, but he didn’t really on just one sense. Though he supposed if this was to be a real spar, he shouldn’t quite hold back as much as he did the last time either. Taking his stance he nodded to Tsuken, he would acknowledge the growth that the Saiyan had gone through even more now.

“Alright Tsuken, I’m going to take things up a notch, ready?” he asked, before channeling ki through his body and increasing his speed as well as reactions to match more to Tsuken’s own. It wouldn’t last long, but it might make things a bit harder for Tsuken to predict as well, since he wasn’t increasing his power. Rushing forward he covered the distance in an instant, swinging his left arm right to left in a downward diagonal chop aimed at the young Saiyan’s neck. Though this was more of a distraction, as the Saiyan moved his leg to attempting to bring his feet out from under him.

Testing waters and inexperience at the same time, he decided to see if he could train Tsuken to close off any openings there might be as well. Probably not the best thing for him to do, since it would work against him right now, but having a more complete package for battle was more important. Wanting to help the younger Saiyan reach a point where he would be able to eliminate weaknesses and not have inexperience in most situations was his goal for a lot of the soldiers. There was no more time for him to focus just on himself, he was now one of the highest ranks in the SSE, he had to make sure that he became much more focused on the whole.

Plus, it might not be bad to leave behind some form of legacy, though he wondered if he truly cared if he were to be forgotten or not. Shaking his head, this was not the time for those thoughts, if he lost focus he would be taken by surprise. He had to treat this as if it were an actual battle, which meant complete focus on the situation at hand.

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Tsuken lifted the corners of his lips slightly as Yuumaru warned him of what was to come –this was combat, and the elder Saiyan had chosen to lessen an advantage he would seek to create as he increased his speed and reflex to a frightening degree. The boy shrugged the little things atop his bicep and triceps, his eyes twinkling with the delight of more challenge. More hardship. He would persevere and emerge with victory grasped in his tiny fist, the most wondrous of prizes! “Aw'wight, 'mawu! Do'ya bes'~”

The young one reached to the deepest recesses of his ability and felt the signature of the charging man, noting the drain of energy steadily trickling away as he used his enhancement. With the nakedness of eyesight, Tsuken could already understand Yuumaru had grown slightly faster than he. Defense would be the new modus operanda, the effort to place childish energy against the endurance that was steadily leaving Yuumaru's body. When the assault subsided and Yuumaru gasped for breath, Tsuken would reaffirm his offense and strike Yuumaru hard and quickly. Now was not the time as the chop came from above, and Tsuken put that wonderful waist to use.

The body leaned, and the hand cracked into the tough shoulder. Tsuken was in the midst of returning fire with a jab before his feet were taken from him again! The youngster growled, feeling his feet move toward Yuumaru and his back closer to the floor. Quick action sent an arm downward as the form twisted, and the hand landed flat against the floor as a jolt of pain traveled up the limb. Tsuken Hiruen cartwheeled away, a whip of his sphere offered toward Yuumaru's face in an attempt to allow him room to accomplish such evasion.

That was the only attack that came from Tsuken –that lashing hook of his purple sphere as he landed nimbly on his feet, his body instantly sliding back to form as his sphere rushed to accompany him. The boy was seeking to tire Yuumaru, but for now he had only matched his energy expenditure! He would have to be more efficient. “Is'sall?” he challenged, wishing to see more from his training partner. More effort. More power.

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He calmed his breathing to steady his heart rate as well, this would help him maintain a decent recovery rate for his endurance. What was about to come in the next few moments of this battle, he had only told the young warrior that he would be taking things up a notch. The meaning to that would be revealed soon enough when the young warrior was in the proper position. Until then, he would need to continue to push him slowly, til he could go through with his own strategy. If that required a bit of expending of his stamina then that’s what he’d do, there was no point to fighting if you weren’t willing to make some sacrifices for larger payoffs.

The chop struck his shoulder, which would reduce the impact, but not completely nullify it thankfully, his other maneuver had worked perfectly. The child went to the ground with his feet removed from under him, managing to use his hand to catch and springboard himself. The purple sphere coming at his face was met with crossed arms, the force pushing him back more, his forearms absorbing most of the damage leaving a dull thumping as its indicator.

He was more prepared for its attacks since the first two battles where it had been involved, it would be a lot more difficult to catch him now. As they were both moving back to regain their footing, Yuumaru was already moving forward with his new found speed, “Not by a long shot, Tsuken!” Sending out a quick jab towards the younger Saiyan’s face before using the momentum he built up, to turn his hips to bring his right leg towards Tsuken’s ribs. Letting his hip rotation increase the travel distance for his leg to fully extend, while also putting the full force behind it. His entire attack combination wouldn’t stop there either, as he forced his body back in the other direction, stress to the muscles building up for a moment before the rotation took full control. He then threw an elbow strike to above the eyebrow of his opponent, even should it not do much damage, the focus of energy into the space of his elbow would act as a knife.

Should it hit, the blood might offer a means to blind Tsuken, narrowing what he could see and giving Yuumaru an advantage. He had to make sure to utilize this boost of speed to the best that he could, letting out a deep breath that he had been holding to pull that combination off. With a breath in he could feel his body relax a bit more and let some of the fatigue roll away, but he wouldn’t be able to catch his breath for long. This was as much of a chance for him to learn as it was for Tsuken, perhaps he’d be able to catch his opponent’s off guard from now on. The real way to answer that would come later, but for now he’d settle for mastering his own movements.

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“Not by a long shot, Tsuken!” Wonderful. The news perked the ears of the kid and he laughed, his sanity impeded in the thrill of grand spectacle! Sadly, none were present to witness the mastery of physical combat that Yuumaru Mori possessed in stark contrast to all of Tsuken's inexperience, but the boy held within himself a great deal of technique. Glaringly, he lacked the years locked in mortal struggle to truly hone his fighting prowess to the level of his father, Boliko, and Mori. However, what his combative repertoire found lacking in technicality, it made up for in will and desire. The aforementioned warriors perhaps fought only to see themselves bettered, Tsuken had that, but in addition he wanted to be recognized as an able warrior himself.

The adrenaline fueled beat of his heart affirmed that, each pulsating throb a resounding cry of pride and desire! His sphere twirled around him as he focused on enfolding it into his entity rather than focusing on actually directing the thing to make his weapon a flawless extension rather than a clumsy, though worthwhile thing. The child envied the mastery of the art his father held, but with each enhancing session of physical betterment he grew better endowed with his gift. Yuumaru approached, and Tsuken focused while spurring him onward!

“C'mon!” he pleaded, and the elder answered with a straightened arm with a balled force at the very end. Tsuken attempted to sway, but his reaction was found wanting as the clenched fist clashed against his jawline and snapped his head backward. The line of sight from he to Yuumaru had been impeded, and the man pressed his advantage with a swirling slash of his shin towards the side of the boy, his exposed left flank. Firmly and powerfully it touched against him, powering him into the adjacent wall. After all, it had been a short distance away by this point in the heated confrontation, and Tsuken slammed against it with all his weight before stumbling forward, holding his ground as he bit back pain.

Waiting for Yuumaru to tire was a plan doomed to fail, the man was simply too quick for his tastes at the current time, and Tsuken Hiruen set a new decision into action as with all his reflex and speed conjoined, he ducked the elbow as best he could. The strike drug across the crown of his skull, but the downward coil of his frame allowed it to slide through his hair. With a hurtful gulp of air, the boy released the fuel into the red light of the gravity chamber with a fighting cry that echoed through the room as his young muscles powered him back up.

The sphere had circled behind Yuumaru Mori whilst his spin completed, and suddenly, Tsuken Hiruen was incredibly close. Such a range would allow his short reach to truly be an advantage, and the boy began to unload his tiny but hardened fists in successive strikes which were oppositely mirrored in alternations of the single orb in comparison. The child aimed his first spearing shot from the chest of Yuumaru, a straight right. The orb bashed in, attempting to crack into shoulder before it whirled back out. Tsuken had already mixed a crashing overhand into his sequence, another blow for the chest. The orb was still preparing, but it came inward once more as a right uppercut sought Yuumaru's chin and the sphere hammered in towards the top of his head.

If Yuumaru Mori would not tire quickly enough, the son of Rensou was more than happy to aid him.

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Tsuken grinned at the statement that there was going to be more to come for him, Saiyans were likely one of the few races that enjoyed competition so much. The stronger their enemies were, the more they could push themselves to reach newer heights of fighting ability. That was what he was trying to draw out even more, both from himself and the younger Hiruen so that they could destroy any limits in their way. Especially for himself, he felt that for a while he was coming up to a wall one that needed to be demolished in one single strike so that he wouldn’t be slowed. As a warrior he knew that he would need to do this if he wanted to reach the full extent of what he was capable of, and if he stopped now that would be his end. If he could progress no further then it meant he was obsolete and useless, there would be no place for him any longer.

Logically if it was meant to be then there was nothing that he could do to stop it, so doing what he was would simply be an exercise in futility. Then why was he doing it, one might ask? Simple, he was a warrior, if his death was to be coming soon then he would meet it head on, fighting the entire way. Warriors do not fear their death, they are always walking with it beside them, only when it touches their left shoulder do they know it is time. So, he would be fighting and pushing his body to the absolute limits of breaking until that moment came, because that was his way of life. Where most would put their pride on the line, he placed his life on the line, even in a situation where it might not be needed like in this training exercise.

The jab had actually hit its target a bit, surprisingly since the purpose was to mostly distract from the real attacks that were to come. The kick connected fully launching the youngest soldier of the SSE into the nearby wall, with him stumbling back into the striking range. His elbow narrowly missing its intended target, that would likely come back against him later, but for right now he needed to focus on beating Tsuken before that happened. Green eyes kept focus on the opponent in front of him while his other senses worried about the area around him, they would cover every angle of attack.

With Tsuken being so close to him now it would make maneuvering a bit more difficult, however, it wouldn’t be impossible to work with. He just needed to work on the proper timing for such a thing, as he let out as much breath as he could before the strike. When it connected there was no extra breath to release, which allowed his body to handle the stress of it better, despite the damage that would likely be there. Even through the clothes he could feel the sting of the strike against his ribs, it was a powerful impact. The overhand attack came as the orb struck his back from mirroring the first blow, which made it impossible to stop that strike. Planting his feet to prevent any stumbling, it would be bad to lose footing regardless of whether it would make room for his own reach or not. With the uppercut coming, his senses warned him that the sphere was coming around for another assault as well, but this time he was prepared for it. His arms had been pulled closer to his body to react to an opening he found already, this was just what he was looking for.

His right hand moved around to the back of his head in an attempt to grab the sphere as it reached him, leaning his head to the side the uppercut grazed his chin and jaw line, causing a slight cracking sound to emerge. While this happened he shot his left arm towards Tsuken’s chest, he didn’t need to get a fully extended hit to do impressive damage with this next trick. As it reached he unleashed his Void Ripper, a shockwave erupting from his fist in a powerful display of energy as it expanded to as tall as he was and as wide.

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The boy felt his crushing fists flush against the body of Yuumaru, his straight answered by his orb in perfect unison as he concentrated fully on pressing the current advantage of lack of length. Like a swarm of hornets his little hands had rushed out, and his sphere had circled back out as he dug in with his other hand while the primary retracted for the coupe-d-grace. With every strike his voice rang out, echoing through the room and instilling him with purpose. Saiyans, above all things, are violent and physical things.

Rensou had always wondered should he have not been made an orphan if he would have been like his son; a pinnacle of a Saiyan! The boy was perfect where the father was flawed in character, his heart knew not but love of fellow life should he decide it worthy, and the child was a tremendous judge of character. The young are certainly an exemplary example of all that is good, and Tsuken was no different –Rensou had taken a more passive approach, guiding his son when he saw fit, but for the most part he let the youngster shape himself. The father was proud of the person his son was becoming.

The thrill of violence had invigorated the boy! He sought not to kill, but only to test his growing skill as he powered his entire form into the uppercut as the sphere rushed downward to remove Yuumaru from senses. The larger man was reeling with his combination, pain evident in his face as Tsuken noted his focus before the man reached upward to catch his sphere. The shooting fist ripped across the face, and with shock and surprise as Yuumaru's antics he found himself unable of regaining his sphere in the moment.

Mori countered, extending his arm and releasing an explosion of kinetic force which tore the boy from current task and slammed against his whole body. A tight smile spread across his face as the pain ripped through him, powering his small body backward and imprinting it into the inside wall of the Gladiator. Yuumaru would stand, his fist triumphant while the child was held in position by the created crater, but his eyes stared down at his elder defiantly. It was not for Rensou that Tsuken would continue despite the terrible damage, but himself.

“YRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH! ! !” he screamed, wrenching his Tsurunoha from the grasp of opponent and peeling the layers of the ship behind him away. The gravity malfunctioned, returning to normal levels with the amazing explosion of power! Rensou would be pleased rather than upset, taking happiness from the warrior spirit of his son and his utter disregard for everything but delicious victory.

The child levitated, but he did not tarry long. There around his, his sphere whirled with his sparking energy. Tsuken was powering up to his fullest, ripping every inkling of energy from himself as his body coiled, his feet pressed against the sparkling electronics where a wall had once been. The bright purple of his overwhelming aura shielded him from the shock, or so he thought, but with this much power gathered, he would never truly know.

With that power, Tsuken sent his sphere away from himself and over Yuumaru Mori. It would loop, the distance created lending to the obscene speed and momentum of the return as it rushed to meet Tsuken, whom had kicked away from the wall with both his fists extending towards Yuumaru, his face a picture of warrior spirit and his all pitched out in the final moments of this epic confrontation.

Tsuken Hiruen was charging his sphere with reckless abandon, and Yuumaru Mori was between their paths!

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It was a good thing that Yuumaru’s body had suffered so much over the years, otherwise he might not have had the tolerance to deal with the pain of these blows. The strikes had speed and power behind them, a deadly combination if this hadn’t been a spar either, they likely would have held more power to them. The sphere working in conjunction made it doubly effective as he was sure that there were a few cracked if not broken ribs. The pain was sharp as he breathed in like a knife cutting into him but it wouldn’t stop him from doing what needed to be done. He had to show that he was worthy of the Lieutenant-General rank, granted his power was being held back by the weighted clothes, but he still was a warrior with his own pride.

Losing taught the lessons to become stronger the one lesson he learned was to make sure that he didn’t give up without doing everything in his power. When the kinetic energy struck home, it launched Tsuken into the wall of the ship creating an indent of the young Saiyan’s body. It seemed that he may have taken the victory, as the Hiruen had apparently taken quite a powerful hit, with the speed boost wearing off it was only something he could hope for right now. Which didn’t seem to be the case as Tsuken was suddenly letting loose all of his power in a large burst, readying a final strike for this battle.

Calming his own mind Yuumaru was going to have to push everything he had into this last confrontation, he unleashed his own sleeping power. Though it still held him at the disadvantage, to narrow the gap even more, he decided that he needed to put everything into this next attack. Whether it succeeded or not, it was now a matter of do or die, there wasn’t going to be anything left after this attack. The sphere shot passed him circling the chamber, while his younger opponent was coming straight at him, attempting to hit him between them. It was a good plan it would be a severe injury if he took both those attacks, he’d definitely lose this battle, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

He had to ignore the sphere and focus on the Saiyan before him, shifting his body just the right way for this to work. He had to get the time perfect as well, watching for the right moment before he threw out his right fist in a counter strike. His own power didn’t match up to the enraged Saiyan’s, but if he struck right with a counter he could use Tsuken’s own power against him. This was the only chance he was going to get, he was going to be struck by the sphere, but if his counter landed it would possibly get him the victory.

All he could do was have faith that he got his timing just right for the counter to strike true, otherwise he would definitely lose. He could feel the energy sphere bearing down on him, with his stance the way it was, he had no means to dodge it. His body would take the full brunt of that attack.

(Kokuu in effect)

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The son of Rensou Hiruen, one of the greatest Saiyans to have ever called life his own, Tsuken, was speeding through the air with incredible speed towards his sparring partner. With his skin reflecting his own purple aura and the reddish light of the chamber as it flashed in malfunction, his bangs peeled back away from his head and fully revealed the utter determination in his auburn pools. This was the final moment, this would decide this battle, and win or lose, Tsuken would know he had left his entirety within these walls in the endeavor towards victory!

In a complete opposite path, his sphere approached the back of Yuumaru Mori. The weapons speed was directly related to Tsuken's own approach, a breakneck pace that would seriously injure the man should both bullets slam into him simultaneously.

Ah! Yuumaru Mori. The warrior who wisely powered up to the fullest in the final moment of this climatic battle and set his feet and powered a hook forward as young Tsuken reached inward to seperate him from senses.

The hook plowed into Tsuken's shoulder, but not before his fists would bite into Yuumaru's chest and th orb would slam into his rear at the same moment. The child's attack had been dampened, as well as his momentous approach –he was battered sideways in that final moment, his body rolling across the floor and his aura dying down. With it, the pushing orb ceased to persist as well. Tsuken was unconscious, thankfully! The hook to his arm had dislocated the limb, and would have caused him great pain if he were not removed from senses.

Yuumaru Mori had, once again, defeated the son of Rensou. All that was left for him was to defeat the father, a much taller task~

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It hadn’t happened exactly the way he had planned for it to go, but perhaps that was for the better as well, with his hook landing on the child’s shoulder. If it had struck where it was intended it could have potentially done worse damage than what had happened, so he supposed it was good that it was off course. The downside was the collision of the assault from Tsuken, and while it wasn’t at full power, it was still effective enough at smashing his body up. He could feel ribs cracking with a few breaking while the sphere on his back striking hard against his spine sending a surge of pure pain through his body.

Gritting his teeth was the only way he could keep from yelling out at the pain as he dropped to his knee, trying to steady his breathing. He wasn’t sure of the full extent as his body had gone numb to the sensations of for the moment, but he was sure that they would come back in full force. He had to regain his breath as well, that attack had wreaked a lot more havoc on him than he could imagine, thankfully he’d managed to boost his power to keep from being too bad. It would still take some time in the rejuvenation chambers, but for now he’d get Tsuken into one first.

Pushing himself up, he walked on shaky feet to the downed child and examined him for a few moments before seeing the dislocated shoulder. He knew how painful they could be so he decided to set it before they went to get healed, that would hopefully lessen the pain that the young warrior would feel. Then lifting him onto his back, he walked to the exit of the ship, the first stop would be the medical bay to get them both healed up again.

“Ayleen, shut everything down, please?” he listened to the sounds of the machinery dying down before exiting the ship.

(Pl please~)