Post by Rensou Hiruen on Jan 25, 2012 0:00:04 GMT -5
[Technically within Boliko's ship.]
[Weights: 1.75 + 0.30 = 2.05]
[/b][Weights: 1.75 + 0.30 = 2.05]
The battle with his King and commander had been a thing of glory! Had there been spectator for such a bout, the clash between the Gladiator and Liege would have been one that Saiyan a hundred years from now would strive to put on such a grand show of strength. They would look to replicate the grace Boliko and Rensou had shown in their movements, as well as the brute force as they thundered blow for blow against each other in a battle that was not one superior power, but finesse skill. How grandly their ki waves had shimmered under burning lights before they clashed together and vastly overpowered the fires of electrical means. The strength those two had burned with could never be replicated in a thousand years.
The muscles burned with the exertion, the bones beneath them ached with the damage accumulated under Boliko's fists, his feet, and his ki. Rensou replied to their cries for rest and relaxation in the only way a man of his determined nature and Saiyan heritage possibly could; the left side of his face had been lacerated by the first blow Boliko had landed, but that mattered not as the cords beneath the hide brought his lips into a smile. If the body was capable, one must gnash his teeth and clench his fists and continue to push forward. Onward Rensou Hiruen would go, if they were but steps or if they were great bounds. Unstoppable, relentless, and more merciless to himself than his foes. Whilst the two suns of Vegeta still shined, the man would train and fight until his last breath was spat back into the cruel atmosphere of whatever world he was upon. The last Hiruen could only hope he died a warrior's death.
Today was no day for dying, the soldier was required to fortify the walls of the Saiyan Solar Empire. Weapons would need to be well oiled and functional when battle came to their gates, for whence a mighty power arose another would rise up to steal their riches away! Rensou Hiruen was the fortified wall of Vegeta, the cannon that would strike whatever enemy rose up against his King's will, until the day he perished, a wall torn down, a weapon disassembled. Formerly a lost man without a family or friend, he had turned his self hatred to the arenas of Saru city, and become a man beloved! How pitiful were his notions of friendship until the fateful day Boliko Koregutsu had risen to power and he had gained a friend and comrade, and more importantly, a rival! Among those blessings of friendship was the Demon, Dao Midnight, a mighty ally in his own right. Let him never forget Vera, a woman he had cursed for her heritage. . .only for her to show him what true compassion was as she had nursed him back to health after a training session gone awry.
With that in mind that Saiyan Elite had entered the training facilities of his ill-gained compound, and entered the gravity chamber within. The grandeur paled in comparison to what his King had access to, but gravity was certainly gravity, and his training regimen could be adjusted to improve his strengths and defenses at a comparable level, or even equal if he was determined in his efforts. That was a thing that could be affirmed without questioning when Rensou was involved. The reinforced walls were but ten meters apart, and the ceiling only five. This was a place to tune technique and power, rather than endurance. This session would be one of shadow boxing and exercise.
“Gravitational adjustment, assess subject: Rensou Hiruen,” he murmured, and at once the electronics within the walls awakened to the voice command and a a layout of Saiyan letters and numerals flashed across a screen located in the center-point of the ceiling. The gravitational increase advised was fifteen times the normal gravity of Planet Vegeta. “Gravitational adjustment, amplify fifteen. . .” in seconds the room that had been one of comfort had become something monstrous as every breath of air was an exertion in itself. The Saiyan was accustomed to unfavorable conditions, and positioned his body in laying position with his face down to the worn floor. With strain, he positioned his right arm beneath him and glanced at the weighted bangle upon his wrist. It seemed he never forgot to remove those weights, but they would only serve to amplify each and every upward thrust of his body and slow relaxation of the muscles. Rensou Hiruen performed many repetitions of single armed pushups that day, for if the right hook he had punished Boliko with had been more powerful. . .he would not be in this battered condition this very day.
