The Awakening of a Mad Saiyan......

[amatsu]

Arc One....Genesis

Without responding to his question the young boy had instantly hugged the kneeling guard. Confused over the abruptness of the embrace Nameless just sat there while the boy nuzzled him with tears running down his cheek until he smiled and wrapped his arms around the boy in return. Standing some way behind him Nameless’s teammate watched intently as the two embraced in their hug, only slightly worried about the defenseless position his partner was in. For Nameless the short moment holding the child reminded him of the younger brother he had lost in the destruction of sector 13, forcing him to use all his energy just to keep him from showing emotion. Then the young boy removed himself from the embrace and grabbed the Saiyan trinket that Nameless had noticed prior “Herretz…I am a warrior of the Jr. Vegeta guards.” With curious eyes Nameless looked back at the young warrior wondering his age and if he knew about the destruction he was getting himself into.

He must know, thought the guard as he looked into the eyes of the Jr guards. Ones so young should not have to bear that burden. But before he could respond with kind words the young soldier began to hug Nameless again, laying his head upon the man’s shoulder. The guard’s head tilted slightly to rest atop the boys as his arms wrapped around him to prevent the boy from falling as he fell asleep. “I will take care of you” he whispered into the boys ear as he stood up and turned around to walk towards his partner. “I am taking him to the hospital so they can see to his health, our replacement should be here any moment so you can handle it.” With a nod from his partner Nameless began to ascend the long bridge that would bring him into Vegeta's core area, never having thought that he would with a child in his arms.

After several minutes of walking through streets the guard arrived at the small hospital responsible for all the people living inside the walls of the infrastructure. Luckily the area was not overly crowded or in ill health or the walls inside the building would be overflowing. Walking through the door of the hospital Nameless spoke to the first medic he could find, “I have a Jr. Soldier who survived the destruction. He seems extremely weak, where can I put him?” The medic responded by leading Nameless, and the Jr warrior in arm, to a bed where he gently placed the sleeping boy. “He seems to be malnourished” the medic said over her shoulder to Nameless “I am going to give him a solution and he should recover shortly.” As he spoke the medic pulled grabbed a clear bag full of liquid and attached a tube that lead from the bag to a needle in the boys arm.

The medic then placed his hands over the Jr. Soldiers, Ki appearing between the hands and body. For a moment the medic did not move and then as if in a instant he stood back up, “He should wake up in a moment, I will be back to check on him in a few minutes. You are free to stay of course, but you do not have to.” Nameless watched the doctor as he left and then pulled up a chair alongside the young boys bed to wait...

The Jr Soldier...

His deep sleep turned into him being knocked out unconsciously. Being carried into the infrastructure and into a hospital. His eyes closed, and looking like he was dead. His heart still beating. The couple of people stared at the two, being a weird image to see. Then being lightly placed on a bed to stay in. The bed itself was quite comfortable with white sheets and a soft white pillow. As a needle punctured his skin on his arm that gave off a clear liquid. The doctor now leaving the scene and Nameless staying. A couple of seconds later he woke up again. His eyes barely open are unable to see clearly, his conscious was coming back to him. His vision was very blurred, looking around trying to figure out where he was. 'I'm not dead' Bringing a smile to his face, with a small chuckle. He laid still, still to weak to be jumping around. Noticing this Pako was on the edge of the bed and his necklace was still attached, but his medals still wasn't there. Looking down in grief missing his most valuable asset of his nation. He noticed no one else in the room except for Nameless. "Nameless-san!..." bringing his body up and lifting his arms up, as a hug but unfortunately fell back down on his bed.

"...What are you doing here Nameless-san?...How long was I out?" Nameless was really starting to become the boys friend. His piercing eyes would frighten anyone else but not him. He was so happy to be with Nameless. Nameless was his savior, without him the boy would be dead. the young boy held much respect for him, being he was the only one that he really knew. Then realizing he was in a hospital on such a comfortable bed, the Jr. warrior grinned at the luxuries. "What am I doing in a...hospital?!" he asked very confused, looking around the room. The room weren't much different than the rooms in the bay except a lot more plush.

Then looking down at the needle in his arm realizing the doctor was already here. Giving himself a nice chuckle, he looked back at Nameless. "What am I supposed to do now?" he had so many questions, but Nameless probably wouldn't be able to answer all of them. Hoping to think that some other warrior made it to this post to. He was hoping so, he highly doubted it though. He was starting to get excited realizing he wasn't dead and he was in a new area that he has never been in before, he wanted to go searching out for the others. Then started to hear lighting, its pouring outside, so now he couldn't go as planned. With a frown upon his face, he looked back up at Nameless as his stomach made a huge call for food. He then chuckled after hearing such a huge rumble.

Nameless had not sat in the chair for long before the young boys eyes opened once again. To him it seemed like the boy was somewhat lost in himself, though he suspected it was waking up in a strange area that was affecting more than anything else. His suspicions brought back memories of the demon plight, when the great gaping hole had opened in the center of the battlefield he had rushed into the area in order to try and save as many people as possible. Only he soon found himself far outnumbered by the enemy hordes and unable to make a dent in their forces. The next thing he remembered was being awoken in a small clearing by a medic wearing the traditional Saiyan armor and a strange garb that he had never seen before ”You are safe captain, my name is Hiran.”

That had been the first day that Nameless had met the would be rebellion commander. He later discovered that the would be Commander had been rounding up Saiyans as he marched through the planets slaying enemies with all his might in an attempt to gain many more numbers. In their exit the rebel leader had come open the fallen guardsmen about to be turned into a snack for the mawls on the barren planet they were on, but he had saved the guard and carried him the rest of the way out of the area to safety. Thinking back on it in the hospital only acted to reenergize his love and loyalty to the rebellion and the new leader. Though he knew he wasn’t the only person who owed their life to their leader, he still felt a special connection with the man that watched over them now even as he sat here watching over someone of his own.

As soon as the young boy noticed his presence he nearly jumped out of bed in an attempt to hug him all the while exclaiming ”Nameless-san!” and then following with the first of many questions, ”...What are you doing here Nameless-san?...How long was I out?" Nameless smiled at the young boy in his excitement, he only wished he could have been so excited when he had awoken in the clearing after the outer planets destruction. “Welcome back to the land of the living. You fell asleep in my arms at the gate so I carried you hear to make sure you weren’t in ill health, you weren’t out very long.” As he talked he stood from the chair and walked over to the side of the bed so he could be closer to the new found little brother, he didn’t want the boy to feel alone in his first waking moments.

"What am I doing in a...hospital?!" When Nameless had moved to stand beside the white linens of the hospital bed. “Like I said, I brought you here to make sure you were healthy. I couldn’t in good conscience leave you in the state you were in.” It was funny how the presence of a child somehow brightened up the room. Nameless found himself smiling even though he thought there was no cause for it, perhaps he had done a good thing in bringing the boy here and now his body was rewarding his soul with the smile. "What am I supposed to do now?" The boy asked as Nameless leaned back on the bed next to his, not far enough as to be out of arms reach. “I would suggest staying here a day or two so that you can rest up and recover your health. Then when you feel better you can head over to the training area and discuss joining the ranks again in the Jr. Army if you like, but for now I would rest. It seems like you have had a long journey and could use it. I myself will come back tomorrow to check up on you, but for now I need to be getting back to my duties. Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?”

If the boy had no further requirements Nameless would exit the hospital and be on his way, only to come back again the next day.

[amatsu]

“Lead the way” was all the guard needed to hear before he started escorting the VIP up the bridge that would bring them into core of the planet. While the bridge was relatively straight the angle of ascent was made to be comfortable enough for most Saiyan Soldiers and the carts they carried, after all it would not due to make the Ships inaccessible to its people and tradesmen. Slowly they climbed through the sky along the bridge, the gorge below with its constantly waving water seeming to enlarge the further they got away while the land around them seemed to become smaller as if some trick of the eye. When they reached the top of the bridge where it connected at the lip of the floating ship the guard signaled for the VIP to stop while he talked with the two other guards that waited at the second check point for a few moments.

With their passage now clear the guard continued to escort his responsibility along the path that would take them into the heart of the planet. One might not expect the area to be so large when observing the ship from the ground, but it was indeed multiple times the size of Vegeta central. This fact not only ensured that there was ample space for those living there, but it also served as further protection by requiring those wishing to enter to walk through the open area lightly dotted with machinery. In minutes the pair had reached the ship and began walking through its not so crowded docks. Occasionally a passing shipmate or shopkeeper would call to the guard in friendship, but most simply smiled and allowed him to pass with the man that followed him. Guards were highly respected throughout the ship as their protectors.

Soon they were nearly through the market district and began to make their way towards the administration area where the Commander conducted all of his official duties. It was then that the VIP spoke again to the guard, "Well I can expect this, the vigorous journey here has me totally fatigued." Then nodded his head and began to speak as his head turned to see that the man appeared to extremely worn out, “Yes, you aren’t the first to find yourself a little tired after the walk from the Demon Gorge that was that planet. If you can say one thing, this nation will breed some athletic new spawn.” The guard continued to lead the man ignoring the fact that he seemed tired, as he had said he was not the first nor would he be the last to find the passage tiring, though he assumed since the man was a soldier in his time he would be more equipped to handle it than most.

As the administration area came into view the guard pointed “This is the administration office, now let us see if we can get inside and get you an appointment.” But what happened next was totally unexpected by the guard, "Excuse is there....any....place........ I...am...sorry....its just....I am a little......exhau...." the jounin said as he dropped to the ground in front of the Administration office panting heavily. The guard quickly dropped to his knees and grabbed the man before his head could hit the ground “By the planet Vegeta! Ambassador are you alright, sir?” The Nameless eyes popped open with surprise as he looked around for help to deal with the situation. The first thought that ran through his head was to run the man to the hospital where he could receive medical attention for whatever was ailing him. However he worried that the man might need immediate attention and the closest medic he knew of was the commander himself.

Lifting up the body of the barely awake Ambassador the Nameless scrambled through the doors of the Administration office, using his back to push it open. Though the ship population was small there were a vast number of administrative tasks that needed to be handled in the wake of the attack and due to this the first floor seemed to be packed full of refugees seeking guidance on all manner of problems. “Make way! This man needs medical attention!” the Nameless shouted as people cleared a path left and right allowing him to proceed to the uppermost floor of the Ship. Panting as he ran the guard kept saying “Ambassador” in a soft voice to try and keep the man awake long enough to reach the Commander. Then, finally, as if he had run from the shores of the Planet Vegeta to its western mountain the guard reached the doors to the Commander’s office. The large double doors were slightly ajar allowing him to simply shoulder his way through into the office.

Only minutes ago the commander had been leaning over the railing of his balcony, watching the planetary cameras as they went about in their lives. For him the joy was insurmountable, I have built this, he said to himself waiting for the war ahead, I have built this. His plan was to free these people from the pain and loss of the past by giving them a home where they could live their lives absent of fear and war so they could help him take down his enemies when the time came. So when out of the corner of his eyes he caught the sight of an entrance guard leading another man, clearly a survivor of any one of the recent tragedies to befall the planet, he knew his job was not finished, There will always be more he thought in the solace of his appointed duty. Heading back into his circular office he had to lower his head slightly to keep from hitting the top of the door frame, I will have to get that fixed he thought to himself smiling. He knew that if he had time to worry about trivial things, such as the height of doors, then it was a good day.

Moving over to his desk the commander sat down facing the large double door entrance to the room. All around him light poured in from the near 360 degree windows that wrapped the circular walls of the room. Having lived in the caverns underneath the land of Vegeta for so long the commander never wanted to lose track of the sky again. Seconds after sitting down behind his large black desk the doors to his office slammed open to reveal the guard carrying the man he had seen walking earlier “Sir I apologize for my intrusion but I believe he needs medical attention.” Quickly with ease from years spent as a combat medic the commander launched himself out of his chair, his long stride carrying him to Nameless within a few steps, “Put him here on the coach” he commanded as he pointed to the small sofa in front of his desk. Obliging the guard gently lowered the man and turned to face the Commander “He is the Ambassador, he came to speak with you, he's from the outer embassy.”

Outee Embassy The word was like a smack in the commanders face, he knew a number of citizens on the ship had travelled from the ruined sector, but still the memories of his past flooded through him. For a moment he was lost in the pain of his youth feeling as if he were being sucked into a bottomless well. “Sir?” The Nameless asked, bringing him out of his reverie. “I’m Fine…Ambassador, I am the Commander, can you hear me?” He asked to the VIP laying on his couch as his hand begin to wave along the prone body, changing colors as it did so.

The injured man slowly opened his eyes as he heard a voice calling to him. He remembered a few of the earlier events that had taken place prior to him awaking in this place of authority. The ambassador quickly assesed it as the quarters of the Commander. He figured when he passed out the closest person for assistance would be the man in charge. He heard the commander calling his name trying to see if he was alright.

The ambassador made a mumbling sound. "I...am alright, I think." He said rubbing his head as he slowly leaned upward to be in sitting position on the coach. As he toussled threw his hair he quickly realized he was in the presence of the Commander. He instantly rose up and took a bow. "Forgive me Sir, this is not how I usually like to present myself." he said. After clearing his throat the ambassador still had his head bowed. "If you will I will now introduce myself. I am Ambassador 6 of the Embassy sector." he said. He would continue on with his words if the commander did not mind.

"Lord Commander, of course you know about the perishing of the Sectore. I was told that some of the survivors escaped to different planets and some wandered about. I was able to evacuate with a small squad of men. Of course me being a former soldier I was in combat. Then I moved to the position of evacuating. Like I had said along with me I took some soldiers, however once we left the area the enemy began to attack. I managed to fight them off for some time. They were nothing. It wasn't the opponets strength that wore me down it was there numbers. For Days I fought these opponets until my body just ran out. I couldn't continue on my body ran dry." He said.

[amatsu]

Arc Two....Making the blade

He had now the shards of his broken blade that lay shattered from his combat practice. This blade could no longer just be used as a symbol.It was now time to shape this into his weapon a blade that would be just as viscous as the man that wielded it. He would begin by taking the metal to his forge there the blade is formed by hot forging a billet of high-carbon steel. The repeated hammering provides an even dispersion of carbon throughout the steel for uniform strength of the finished blade. The scale is removed and the blade is shaped roughly to the required dimensions. At this stage, the steel is still in the annealed or softened state and the blade is straight.A special clay is applied to the blade by hand, using a thin covering near the edge and a thicker layer over the rest of the blade. This results in a relatively quicker cooling of the edge during quenching, producing a hard edge and softer back. This is a critical part of the operation. The blade, with its clay covering, is heated to a predetermined temperature and quenched in a water bath. The shape and continuity of the hamon, the sori (blade curvature), and blade straightness are all determined by the care and skill exercised in quenching. The sori is adjusted if necessary, to set the point of balance and point of percussion, and de-scaled. Rough polishing is carried out to size the blade accurately.


The habaki (blade collar) was fitted. Careful final polishing and fine finish work are carried out on the various surfaces to define ridgelines and bring out the beauty of the hamon. The saya was carved from two pieces of wood to match the length, width, thickness and curvature of the finished blade. The two halves are then wrapped in cambric and lacquered numerous times. Final polishing gave the saya finish a high gloss. The handle core is comprised of two pieces of hardwood carved to tightly fit onto the tang. Channels are carved into the sides to facilitate two panels of ray skin. The entire handle is then wrapped with high quality woven cotton while small paper triangles are used to help shape the wrap correctly. The Menuki and Kashira are added during this process.Finally all the pieces are assembled and the handle securely fastened to the tang. This is accomplished with the addition of two bamboo pegs through the handle and tang. He took the blade and looked at it before making certain modifications to give it a more grimacing effect. Though the blade was done something was missing, he took the left over scraps of metal and began craft the demonic figured into its anatomy. The ominous presence was grimacing.


He softened the metal using a thicker wire. He heated it until it glows a slight orange. Then took it to the pickling solution to cool it off and clean off debris from the torch. He took the wire to the steel anvil and used the hammer to shape it around the small round area into an oval shape. He then cut the wire once the initial shape was formed so the remaining piece could be shaped to the oval. He kept working the wire around the anvil until the oval was formed. He made sure the two ends meet up exactly. He pieced together the links and created the chains. He repeated the process minus the chains when not even a day later the blade bore another. Satisfied with his new blade he began working on a new project in order to give his blade an edge in combat. During his travels in Grass he ran into a strange liquid that fueled the ability of his flames. he used the liquid to save his life. He noticed that the liquid had a strange effect on his blade. The blade seemed to act as a sponge for the liquid and soaked it in.



He would finish the blade with files, hand scrapers and natural stone. he always prefered to use machines the grinding equipment to do simple finishing as is nearly the same for a forged blade as for a stock removal blade. Powered grinders have been used for centuries.

To use machinery rather than ancient hand methods you will need a good belt grinder he heard in his head from his old teacher. Where two inch Fifty millimeters wide belts were suitable for most blades as it was recommended that he used a six inch three hundred millimeter wide belt for katana making. The machine cost difference is considerable yet he still preferred the ancient methods.

Forging a sword does not require a long heat. If you heat the entire length of a sword to a red heat it becomes limp and hard to handle. Forging is done in short sections and can be done in most forges. A long trough forge is most convenient because there is room for the extra length.

For heat treating you need to heat the entire blade evenly at one time. This can be done two ways, horizontally and vertically. Both methods require a long forge or furnace. If heated horizontally the blade must be carefully handled to prevent bending under its own load. The blade must be supported carefully between furnace and quench tank. If heated vertically the blade can be lifted with a hook or by the tang and there are no bending loads on the blade. However, to get an even heat the furnace used must have good circulation. Salt pots are often used for these long vertical heats because of the more uniform heating and lack of oxidation. But the blade would come out perfect. The blade was of a quality befitting him for now. Nameless had to now practice with the blade and become formidable with it. The blade was a testament of his power and would be passed down to his heir some day. In his eyes it was perfectly made for battle and divine...

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