Post by Nam Reikonaga on Feb 21, 2012 22:22:17 GMT -5
(Ugh... such horrible writing >< I'm already tired of writing on my own...)
The sun’s rise shined on the half-saiyan’s face. Nam twitched his eyes and slowly opened them. He ran through all the latest events that led him to be lying down on the grounds of Mount Paozu, sleeping. Remembering, he reached into his pocket while turning on his back and observed it closer in the light. There wasn’t much to say about it, the medallion was kind of dull in the light and apparently had some years around its edges –although, its circumference was perfectly curved while it was thicker in one end and fluctuated around.
Nam began to contemplate; what were those images he had seen during his battle with the three demons. Were they the doing of the medallion? He gazed to the right, lowering his hand down to rest beside him while still holding the medallion. He observed the blackish stain he left on ground, along with the big indent he created, where they once stood. If they hadn’t taken the medallion away and released Nam from the weight of his clothing, he would’ve probably died by his own blade. The last thought reminded him once again that he had a sword on his back. He always seemed to forget.
Nam gripped the medallion harder and got on his feet. His body was still hurting, although it was bearable. His bruises were healing, but his body still ached all over. The half-saiyan had new found determination: The world was in danger, he had to pay his debt to mother’s murderous saiyan, and for some reason he felt himself compelled to reach Zach’s level. His life had turned into a world of Martial Artists and he didn’t know whether he’d ever get his normal life back, but if he didn’t do it… Who would?
Nam put the ruby medallion away in his pocket. It was the second day and he had to get to Satan City because… he couldn’t think of another place to visit. He began to jog, in order to get used to the weights, but as he did he noticed something. He was already getting used to it. The fact that he could actually jog in the first place was proof of his improvement. Nam was determined to run the rest of the day to Satan City, just to reach that unreachable level.
Along the way, he was met with similar demons of the underworld –which were also after the medallion. It seemed the red medallion made him a sore thumb and attracted all of those nether creatures; none of them were quite as strong as the first three he met. In fact, it felt as if they were getting weaker every time.
Some were red, fat, and short; others were black, thin and tall; and some were red, thin, and short. All the qualities varied between them but they all had two horns sticking out of their heads, black eyeballs with a yellow ring around the pupils, and a long slender tail with an arrow at the end. Some were muscular, others weren’t –and with that came fast demons, strong heavy hitters, energy users, and so on. In a few occasions Nam even met with flying demons which possessed wings on their backs. They also carried large fork-like weapons and from that moment on they all seemed to appear with some sort of sharp object.
The whole thing was starting to become ordinary and Nam began to wonder if the demons had been finding him so easily because of the trail of feinted nether demons left behind. They’d just follow it and meet up with him, or perhaps they could simply feel the presence of the red medallion. Nam didn’t feel anything from it. It felt just like a coin, except it made you weigh more and transforms you into a target.
Finally, Nam had arrived to his destination after what seemed like forever. His body still ached and a little more because those devils managed to hit him a good few times. But it still wasn’t something to complain about. Viewing Satan City, he was surprised by its condition. He had heard in the news that debris had fallen on the city, although he never exactly knew why. It probably happened while he was lying unconscious in Mount Paozu. He asked around and rumors said a mountain exploded. Nam was very skeptical about it, but considering his current experiences, he would’ve been naïve to completely discard the idea.
What surprised him the most was that nobody bothered to recover the city’s previous state. He walked on the side walk and all he saw were fractured buildings and streets. People would drive around boulders to reach their destination, instead of moving them out of the way –increasing traffic. Nobody seemed to have been badly hurt, but there were cars and homes with cracked windows. There was even a sign of Mr. Satan, whose toothy smile was cratered by a hole.
Nam walked to a boulder in the street and observed it. It wasn’t too big –or at least, not for a martial artist. The large rock reached to about his hip and smaller stepping stones were scattered around it. Nam took a stance: he placed his right leg behind his left and tucked his right hand to his hip; his left arm was arched upward in a right angle, covering his thorax and chin. In a fight, it would be to protect him, but in this case he did it for the feel and impulse. He breathed deep, his eyes focused on a point in the boulder, and then exhaled slowly.
“HRAAAGH!!” he screamed as he thrust his hidden right hand forward, straight to the focal point and shattered through the rock. The boulder was left in pieces like rubble on the floor. Nam was unaware that there were cars waiting for him to move away and their horns finally reached his ear.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU RETARD!” one man yelled, his head sticking out his window.
Nam couldn’t believe how ungrateful they were, but his anger was not shown. He simply sighed and moved to the sidewalk. Ignoring the cars passing by, Nam looked at his right fist. He barely felt the rock; shattering it was nothing to him. He decided that he could turn this into a community service and training. He didn’t really expect anything in return; it’s just that since Central City was destroyed, he would sooner or later end up living in Satan City. Plus, if he didn’t do it… who would?
That philosophy was becoming his excuse for everything now. But even while being overused, it never stopped being true. By now, someone should have done something to clean up the City. By now, there should be plans for the reconstruction of Central City. Where were the authorities? If Nam hadn’t decided to clean it himself, it would still be the way it is. He had to set the example. A wise man once said, “To change the world, you must first change yourself.” Or “Be the change you want to see in the world, and one day, you will.”
Finally, Nam looked up, determined to clean the city by the end of the day. He ran around, smashing boulders to pieces; he still had plenty of wealth inherited from his mother and he used to it contract people to fix the buildings, change the glass; he changed the Mr. Satan’s image for a new toothy picture without hole; he got a team of prisoners to clean up the trash from the streets with their bags. Some of them tried to escape and even broke out into a fight, but Nam would quickly overwhelm them and they would behave. Nam would stand at the center of each street and release a short and weak kiai that would push the rubble out of the way.
By the end of the day, Nam cleaned up most of the city and the rest would be complete in a few days. News of his deeds went to the newspapers and some people even began to cheer for him in the streets. At sundown, Nam paid for a motel and stayed the night. It was a plain room with only the essentials, a bed. There was a T.V. but it didn’t work. The air conditioner didn’t either, and they had to bring in a fan. There was also a fridge, but of course, it was empty. Nam ordered pizza for the night and to his own surprise he ate the entire box. He was really hungry after such a long day and he hadn’t eaten anything since.
He ran through Mount Paozu all the way to Satan City, throughout the journey he had to fight countless demons from which he lost count of, and ended up cleaning up the city altogether. This was a well-deserved rest and threw himself to the bed. It wasn’t bad, although he’d felt better. Even though, he was quite used to the extra weight by now, it was still there and the mattress broke down to the floor… It was still comfortable.
(PL + Weighted Clothing)
The sun’s rise shined on the half-saiyan’s face. Nam twitched his eyes and slowly opened them. He ran through all the latest events that led him to be lying down on the grounds of Mount Paozu, sleeping. Remembering, he reached into his pocket while turning on his back and observed it closer in the light. There wasn’t much to say about it, the medallion was kind of dull in the light and apparently had some years around its edges –although, its circumference was perfectly curved while it was thicker in one end and fluctuated around.
Nam began to contemplate; what were those images he had seen during his battle with the three demons. Were they the doing of the medallion? He gazed to the right, lowering his hand down to rest beside him while still holding the medallion. He observed the blackish stain he left on ground, along with the big indent he created, where they once stood. If they hadn’t taken the medallion away and released Nam from the weight of his clothing, he would’ve probably died by his own blade. The last thought reminded him once again that he had a sword on his back. He always seemed to forget.
Nam gripped the medallion harder and got on his feet. His body was still hurting, although it was bearable. His bruises were healing, but his body still ached all over. The half-saiyan had new found determination: The world was in danger, he had to pay his debt to mother’s murderous saiyan, and for some reason he felt himself compelled to reach Zach’s level. His life had turned into a world of Martial Artists and he didn’t know whether he’d ever get his normal life back, but if he didn’t do it… Who would?
Nam put the ruby medallion away in his pocket. It was the second day and he had to get to Satan City because… he couldn’t think of another place to visit. He began to jog, in order to get used to the weights, but as he did he noticed something. He was already getting used to it. The fact that he could actually jog in the first place was proof of his improvement. Nam was determined to run the rest of the day to Satan City, just to reach that unreachable level.
Along the way, he was met with similar demons of the underworld –which were also after the medallion. It seemed the red medallion made him a sore thumb and attracted all of those nether creatures; none of them were quite as strong as the first three he met. In fact, it felt as if they were getting weaker every time.
Some were red, fat, and short; others were black, thin and tall; and some were red, thin, and short. All the qualities varied between them but they all had two horns sticking out of their heads, black eyeballs with a yellow ring around the pupils, and a long slender tail with an arrow at the end. Some were muscular, others weren’t –and with that came fast demons, strong heavy hitters, energy users, and so on. In a few occasions Nam even met with flying demons which possessed wings on their backs. They also carried large fork-like weapons and from that moment on they all seemed to appear with some sort of sharp object.
The whole thing was starting to become ordinary and Nam began to wonder if the demons had been finding him so easily because of the trail of feinted nether demons left behind. They’d just follow it and meet up with him, or perhaps they could simply feel the presence of the red medallion. Nam didn’t feel anything from it. It felt just like a coin, except it made you weigh more and transforms you into a target.
Finally, Nam had arrived to his destination after what seemed like forever. His body still ached and a little more because those devils managed to hit him a good few times. But it still wasn’t something to complain about. Viewing Satan City, he was surprised by its condition. He had heard in the news that debris had fallen on the city, although he never exactly knew why. It probably happened while he was lying unconscious in Mount Paozu. He asked around and rumors said a mountain exploded. Nam was very skeptical about it, but considering his current experiences, he would’ve been naïve to completely discard the idea.
What surprised him the most was that nobody bothered to recover the city’s previous state. He walked on the side walk and all he saw were fractured buildings and streets. People would drive around boulders to reach their destination, instead of moving them out of the way –increasing traffic. Nobody seemed to have been badly hurt, but there were cars and homes with cracked windows. There was even a sign of Mr. Satan, whose toothy smile was cratered by a hole.
Nam walked to a boulder in the street and observed it. It wasn’t too big –or at least, not for a martial artist. The large rock reached to about his hip and smaller stepping stones were scattered around it. Nam took a stance: he placed his right leg behind his left and tucked his right hand to his hip; his left arm was arched upward in a right angle, covering his thorax and chin. In a fight, it would be to protect him, but in this case he did it for the feel and impulse. He breathed deep, his eyes focused on a point in the boulder, and then exhaled slowly.
“HRAAAGH!!” he screamed as he thrust his hidden right hand forward, straight to the focal point and shattered through the rock. The boulder was left in pieces like rubble on the floor. Nam was unaware that there were cars waiting for him to move away and their horns finally reached his ear.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU RETARD!” one man yelled, his head sticking out his window.
Nam couldn’t believe how ungrateful they were, but his anger was not shown. He simply sighed and moved to the sidewalk. Ignoring the cars passing by, Nam looked at his right fist. He barely felt the rock; shattering it was nothing to him. He decided that he could turn this into a community service and training. He didn’t really expect anything in return; it’s just that since Central City was destroyed, he would sooner or later end up living in Satan City. Plus, if he didn’t do it… who would?
That philosophy was becoming his excuse for everything now. But even while being overused, it never stopped being true. By now, someone should have done something to clean up the City. By now, there should be plans for the reconstruction of Central City. Where were the authorities? If Nam hadn’t decided to clean it himself, it would still be the way it is. He had to set the example. A wise man once said, “To change the world, you must first change yourself.” Or “Be the change you want to see in the world, and one day, you will.”
Finally, Nam looked up, determined to clean the city by the end of the day. He ran around, smashing boulders to pieces; he still had plenty of wealth inherited from his mother and he used to it contract people to fix the buildings, change the glass; he changed the Mr. Satan’s image for a new toothy picture without hole; he got a team of prisoners to clean up the trash from the streets with their bags. Some of them tried to escape and even broke out into a fight, but Nam would quickly overwhelm them and they would behave. Nam would stand at the center of each street and release a short and weak kiai that would push the rubble out of the way.
By the end of the day, Nam cleaned up most of the city and the rest would be complete in a few days. News of his deeds went to the newspapers and some people even began to cheer for him in the streets. At sundown, Nam paid for a motel and stayed the night. It was a plain room with only the essentials, a bed. There was a T.V. but it didn’t work. The air conditioner didn’t either, and they had to bring in a fan. There was also a fridge, but of course, it was empty. Nam ordered pizza for the night and to his own surprise he ate the entire box. He was really hungry after such a long day and he hadn’t eaten anything since.
He ran through Mount Paozu all the way to Satan City, throughout the journey he had to fight countless demons from which he lost count of, and ended up cleaning up the city altogether. This was a well-deserved rest and threw himself to the bed. It wasn’t bad, although he’d felt better. Even though, he was quite used to the extra weight by now, it was still there and the mattress broke down to the floor… It was still comfortable.
(PL + Weighted Clothing)
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