Post by Rensou Hiruen on Nov 30, 2011 0:24:57 GMT -5
Few days had passed the Saiyan by since he had left the arena where he had reigned narrowly victorious against terrible odds, and even less remained before the final round, the conclusion of that terrible tournament rife with bloodshed. Rensou Hiruen could hardly contain his anticipation, for it was even stronger than the desire of the populace to see their first champion crowned. With a solemn smirk sliding across his scarred face, the young Gladiator reminded himself the masses cared not whom won, but only that they would be blessed with a supreme warrior. In addition, the bloodthirsty peons would await the day that champion was struck down by a great challenger.
The winds of Planet Vegeta assailed the last Hiruen from every direction as they swirled and a whirlwind massed into a tornado in the distance, and lightning flashed on the horizon: a product of the terrible heat of this barren womb. No life could ever stir here but those that shined the brightest, and Rensou's star burned with a fury like none other. Entranced within thought he stood against the driving winds, rippling forearms crossed across his wide chest sheathed in that armor of his own design.
Thus far his training regimen had brought him to greater heights of might beyond his boyhood dreams, but like all Saiyan, Rensou lusted after power above all things. Through it, anything and everything was possible. A member of the race had risen to royalty just days before, proof of the aforementioned philosophy. The beautiful treasure to the barbarous race was within reach of all, they merely had to extend themselves far enough to clutch it within their grasp and take it for their own. Few managed the feat, and many lost balanced and spiraled into nonrecognition, a shell of what could have been.
The only question remaining was by what means. As mentioned, his current procedures were steadily increasing his fighting power to new heights, but Rensou Hiruen craved the strength out of reach like the addict to the needle, his body quivering for it, his heart sorrowed without it. The situation cried out for extreme measures, and Rensou Hiruen was going to answer that call and proceed leaps and bounds beyond it.
To pace oneself was a training necessity Rensou largely ignored, and he had been rewarded by it at times and haunted by it equally. Within the recesses of his being, he knew his body was capable of more than those instances where his strength had failed him. The body was holding back that untapped well of energy in an effort to remain alive, but Rensou Hiruen was certain he would shatter the chains that bound him to the realm of mortals and take his rightful place beside legends like the mighty Bardock.
The man showed no mercy to his enemies, why should he allow the rogue instinct for survival hold back and give this body that was -his- mercy!? The idea was preposterous to his mind, and his teeth exposed as his primal rage erupted in a roar across the landscape. Onward it hurtled through the air, reaching the ears of any Saiyan or Alien that traversed these plains.
If Rensou Hiruen could not manage to accomplish such a feat, "Then I deserve my death. . ." he affirmed, resolve in his words. And thus, the roar that finally ceased to echo through the expanse he stood upon was the final cry of a man destined to be forgotten and the introduction of a -legendary- warrior whose name would inspire his allies to victory and instill a fear not of whatever god his enemies called their own, but of the last heir of Tsuru-no-ha.
Reborn in a land where no life was allowed to rise up, an ascending force began to climb closer to untouched summits. At first the inferno cracked to life slowly above his boots, that shimmering hue of the ocean clawing up his legs, bathing him skin in light as it massed about the clenched fists at his sides. Vein pulsated beneath his hide as the winds found new prey to batter, but the aura stood against it with Rensou and flared, as if the ki blaze surrounding him was fueled by the Vegetan air.
Powering beyond his limit was Rensou Hiruen, his expression shifting to a smile as agony assailed his limbs, deriving itself from a power his body was unaccustomed to. The muscle and tendon of his jaw powered the bone to rake his bottom teeth against the upper in a terrible grit, his snarls of exertion escaping through the clenched things with a terrible furor.
It happened not by order but automatically as he tested his stretched power, his fist coming up and extending out upon the lever that was his arm. The uppercut, capable of lifting a man from his feet and sending him crashing to the dirt was this punch, and it felt good with this much power. The high of it all rose above his shuddering muscles, the pain slowly fading away the more it was ignored. Bounding forward with a pull of his lead and kick of his back foot, the Saiyan fluidly moved to where his imagined foe would have collapsed.
Extending an arm, the fingers flattened and the palm was raised. A bolt of energy birthed from the hand, ripping forward and blowing apart the charred, cracked ground with an explosion that sent a shower of debri nearly a hundred meters. Rensou fired that cannon again, digging deeper metaphorically and literally with another shot that hid him in a plume of dust and smoke. From within the cloud the blasts sounded off again and again, the haze growing taller and wider with each succession. The aura of the Saiyan shined brightly through the odds, however.
Finally, he halted, but only momentarily as he twitched techniques. Mentally commanding the spheres of his family from within him, the spheres were put to immediate use as he battered the already broken body of his pulverized opponent to miniscule fragments of former imagined life. The arms directed the symphony of destruction like a composer would his players, beautifully those wrecking balls of Hiruen ki circled and whirled before accumulating the desired force. Once attained, they were driven into a crater which would soon be visible from the void of space, a product of the beating the Saiyan was applying to his home planet.
The entire violent flurry of fist, ki blast, and Tsuru-no-ha barrage had taken an eternity in the mind of Rensou Hiruen as he carefully calculated the exact angle and direction to send each and every attack with, and as for force, the Saiyan had been applying himself beyond his conventional ability. His physical showed the signs; beaded sweat that had drenched the gloves, boots, and pants. . .a heaving chest drawing oxygen to supply his efforts. Stated before, the mind had approached each and every movement like a combative supercomputer, and the body had reacted like a tuned machine.
The exact time this show of destruction had lasted was 4.273, repeating, seconds.
Still willing himself beyond peak power the Saiyan performed, crouching to propel himself up and out of the crater crafted by his destructive hands. Those hands came together to mold one last masterpiece. Rensou Hiruen whispered the name of the technique, an honor to the family that had honed it for several decades until the cutting edge was razor sharp and bloodthirsty.
"Tsuuuuu. . ." the aura flared up to a size only describable as gargantuan, lighter blues and greens etching their way through the fires as the spheres necessary to power the wave began to swirl around the cupped hands. The ground below the flying warrior began to quiver and thunder sounded as true lightning lit the skies that had suddenly grown darker.
". . .Ruuuuu." continued the beast elevated above the desolate wastes below him, the dark clouds rushing to shade this great one accumulating above him as his eyes closed to further enable his focus and his hands spread to accomodate the growing energies. Revolving around the pull of ki were the spheres now, their beautiful light a blur as they gradually assimilated into something far greater than their individual strength.
All at once perfection was absolute in one beautiful moment in this ugly place as the tensed body brought the powerful battery of energy out before him, elbows bent to absorb the horrific recoil as the beam only known as Tsuruha hurtled downward into the crater and drilled down past the initial crust of planet Vegeta, deeper still, until there was no discernable bottom to the pit, only blackness as Rensou offered his tribute to the heavens.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ! ! he cried before his screamed offering dwindled, and he floated down to the hard surface below him. Knees that should have buckled held fast, conscious that should have faded remained intact as Rensou Hiruen began to slowly walk out away from this place and toward Saru city. The point that he was walking away from here was more impressive than his previous feats, as his body should have collapsed long ago, but the will of the unbreakable forced it onward.
The winds of Planet Vegeta assailed the last Hiruen from every direction as they swirled and a whirlwind massed into a tornado in the distance, and lightning flashed on the horizon: a product of the terrible heat of this barren womb. No life could ever stir here but those that shined the brightest, and Rensou's star burned with a fury like none other. Entranced within thought he stood against the driving winds, rippling forearms crossed across his wide chest sheathed in that armor of his own design.
Thus far his training regimen had brought him to greater heights of might beyond his boyhood dreams, but like all Saiyan, Rensou lusted after power above all things. Through it, anything and everything was possible. A member of the race had risen to royalty just days before, proof of the aforementioned philosophy. The beautiful treasure to the barbarous race was within reach of all, they merely had to extend themselves far enough to clutch it within their grasp and take it for their own. Few managed the feat, and many lost balanced and spiraled into nonrecognition, a shell of what could have been.
I am going to be!
The only question remaining was by what means. As mentioned, his current procedures were steadily increasing his fighting power to new heights, but Rensou Hiruen craved the strength out of reach like the addict to the needle, his body quivering for it, his heart sorrowed without it. The situation cried out for extreme measures, and Rensou Hiruen was going to answer that call and proceed leaps and bounds beyond it.
To pace oneself was a training necessity Rensou largely ignored, and he had been rewarded by it at times and haunted by it equally. Within the recesses of his being, he knew his body was capable of more than those instances where his strength had failed him. The body was holding back that untapped well of energy in an effort to remain alive, but Rensou Hiruen was certain he would shatter the chains that bound him to the realm of mortals and take his rightful place beside legends like the mighty Bardock.
The man showed no mercy to his enemies, why should he allow the rogue instinct for survival hold back and give this body that was -his- mercy!? The idea was preposterous to his mind, and his teeth exposed as his primal rage erupted in a roar across the landscape. Onward it hurtled through the air, reaching the ears of any Saiyan or Alien that traversed these plains.
If Rensou Hiruen could not manage to accomplish such a feat, "Then I deserve my death. . ." he affirmed, resolve in his words. And thus, the roar that finally ceased to echo through the expanse he stood upon was the final cry of a man destined to be forgotten and the introduction of a -legendary- warrior whose name would inspire his allies to victory and instill a fear not of whatever god his enemies called their own, but of the last heir of Tsuru-no-ha.
Reborn in a land where no life was allowed to rise up, an ascending force began to climb closer to untouched summits. At first the inferno cracked to life slowly above his boots, that shimmering hue of the ocean clawing up his legs, bathing him skin in light as it massed about the clenched fists at his sides. Vein pulsated beneath his hide as the winds found new prey to batter, but the aura stood against it with Rensou and flared, as if the ki blaze surrounding him was fueled by the Vegetan air.
Powering beyond his limit was Rensou Hiruen, his expression shifting to a smile as agony assailed his limbs, deriving itself from a power his body was unaccustomed to. The muscle and tendon of his jaw powered the bone to rake his bottom teeth against the upper in a terrible grit, his snarls of exertion escaping through the clenched things with a terrible furor.
Let it begin!
It happened not by order but automatically as he tested his stretched power, his fist coming up and extending out upon the lever that was his arm. The uppercut, capable of lifting a man from his feet and sending him crashing to the dirt was this punch, and it felt good with this much power. The high of it all rose above his shuddering muscles, the pain slowly fading away the more it was ignored. Bounding forward with a pull of his lead and kick of his back foot, the Saiyan fluidly moved to where his imagined foe would have collapsed.
Extending an arm, the fingers flattened and the palm was raised. A bolt of energy birthed from the hand, ripping forward and blowing apart the charred, cracked ground with an explosion that sent a shower of debri nearly a hundred meters. Rensou fired that cannon again, digging deeper metaphorically and literally with another shot that hid him in a plume of dust and smoke. From within the cloud the blasts sounded off again and again, the haze growing taller and wider with each succession. The aura of the Saiyan shined brightly through the odds, however.
Finally, he halted, but only momentarily as he twitched techniques. Mentally commanding the spheres of his family from within him, the spheres were put to immediate use as he battered the already broken body of his pulverized opponent to miniscule fragments of former imagined life. The arms directed the symphony of destruction like a composer would his players, beautifully those wrecking balls of Hiruen ki circled and whirled before accumulating the desired force. Once attained, they were driven into a crater which would soon be visible from the void of space, a product of the beating the Saiyan was applying to his home planet.
The entire violent flurry of fist, ki blast, and Tsuru-no-ha barrage had taken an eternity in the mind of Rensou Hiruen as he carefully calculated the exact angle and direction to send each and every attack with, and as for force, the Saiyan had been applying himself beyond his conventional ability. His physical showed the signs; beaded sweat that had drenched the gloves, boots, and pants. . .a heaving chest drawing oxygen to supply his efforts. Stated before, the mind had approached each and every movement like a combative supercomputer, and the body had reacted like a tuned machine.
The exact time this show of destruction had lasted was 4.273, repeating, seconds.
Still willing himself beyond peak power the Saiyan performed, crouching to propel himself up and out of the crater crafted by his destructive hands. Those hands came together to mold one last masterpiece. Rensou Hiruen whispered the name of the technique, an honor to the family that had honed it for several decades until the cutting edge was razor sharp and bloodthirsty.
"Tsuuuuu. . ." the aura flared up to a size only describable as gargantuan, lighter blues and greens etching their way through the fires as the spheres necessary to power the wave began to swirl around the cupped hands. The ground below the flying warrior began to quiver and thunder sounded as true lightning lit the skies that had suddenly grown darker.
". . .Ruuuuu." continued the beast elevated above the desolate wastes below him, the dark clouds rushing to shade this great one accumulating above him as his eyes closed to further enable his focus and his hands spread to accomodate the growing energies. Revolving around the pull of ki were the spheres now, their beautiful light a blur as they gradually assimilated into something far greater than their individual strength.
All at once perfection was absolute in one beautiful moment in this ugly place as the tensed body brought the powerful battery of energy out before him, elbows bent to absorb the horrific recoil as the beam only known as Tsuruha hurtled downward into the crater and drilled down past the initial crust of planet Vegeta, deeper still, until there was no discernable bottom to the pit, only blackness as Rensou offered his tribute to the heavens.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ! ! he cried before his screamed offering dwindled, and he floated down to the hard surface below him. Knees that should have buckled held fast, conscious that should have faded remained intact as Rensou Hiruen began to slowly walk out away from this place and toward Saru city. The point that he was walking away from here was more impressive than his previous feats, as his body should have collapsed long ago, but the will of the unbreakable forced it onward.
