Unsettled Mind(complete)

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Having hoped to find out the answer of a place where there were lots of tough fighters, he came to the city. However, everyone he came across seemed to know nothing, just that the SSE seemed to have all sorts of facilities for it. That was all well and fine, but he was trying to prevent just becoming a simple soldier. He wanted to expand his horizons beyond just the scope of conquering planets and then selling them off. It just didn’t seem like something he would enjoy, at least, not on a permanent basis, it just wasn’t that interesting to him. However, he supposed that was what limited his options a lot as well, if he went through with his plans ignoring that, he could probably figure things out from there.

Tapping his chin with his fingers, he stared at the drink he had ordered, sure it was something he had wanted, but for some reason it just wasn’t appealing right now. An exasperated sigh, this was becoming more difficult than he originally intended for it, he supposed that was just one of the obstacles he would have to face. Maybe he would try to find someone from the SSE, ask a couple questions, and then decide once he had more information on everything. It was no good to just outright brush it off from what he’d heard, first hand knowledge was needed here, and he would have to find a good source for that.

Looking at the man that had served the drinks, “Do you know where I can find someone from the Saiyan Solar Empire?” The man shook his head, whether he truly didn't know or just didn't give a shit, Yuumaru couldn't tell. It was important, so he figured he would try anyone and everyone that he could come across for who to find, he knew the king was, but he had no idea if he was still on the planet. A frown forming, he was probably over thinking things, it shouldn’t be that hard to meet up with someone that was in the organization. With one movement, he drank the alcohol in front of him, and stood, heading to the door, if anything he had a surefire way to get the attention of someone from there. It probably would have been better to have a few more drinks before doing this, as it likely wouldn’t end all that prettily.

With a deep breath, he took in as much air as he could for this, as it was going to need to carry far enough for any involved with the words to hear. “OI, ANY SAIYAN SOLAR EMPIRE MEMBER, GET YER ASS OVER HERE!” yep, screw pleasantries, he was trying to get attention, and Saiyans never really gave two fucks about that. Still, that was likely to be taken as a challenge, so despite the more than likely difference in power he was going to be prepared for a fight. He moved one foot behind him, setting his feet ready for his stance, when whoever he just summoned arrived then he would see what kind of person came. If it was a Saiyan, then he was definitely going to be expecting a fight from that person, it was just the way the were and he had no intention of backing down from a fight either. If he wanted to walk this road, then he would take all the obstacles and hardships that came with it.

His ears and other senses were on high alert for any indication that someone was coming towards him, he hated surprises. With all the voices he had to concentrate to narrow the sounds he heard, tuning out the useless chatter and bravado from other Saiyans. He didn’t give a shit what they had to say, right now he was only interested in one thing.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Upon a stool sat a lone figure, a Saiyan of typical build and weight, with nothing too peculiar about him. Over his left orb, a scouter rested. Covering his body was simplicity, a dark body-suit, and his armor was the only thing that set him apart from the crowd. One shoulder wore a pad, whilst the other did not. To an attuned warrior, it might be noted the configuration had been chosen to provide optimum protection for the presented side whilst allowing free reign of the left-arm. That would mean the Saiyan in question was a southpaw, and if those assumptions were made they would certainly be correct, for the left hand clasped a three-quarters full bottle of Bardock's Best, frost still lining the dark glass.

Most of the Saiyan present were military men and women, and all allied themselves with Koregutsu's Empire, but perhaps it was the hefty strength of the man whom had created the commotion which stayed their hand. After a long day of work upon their posts, sometimes a Saiyan wished for but a cold beer before the next days work. . .none had risen to challenge the warrior's request, and so the man upon the stool pressed his fingertip to the device which cast the red lens before his eye and assessed the strength of the man in question. With the digits before his eyes, the man drained the beer before he broke the silence with a slamming of the bottle against the bar.

With a push of his hand he spun the seat and placed his boots upon the wooden floor, walking through the crowd with his steely gaze set upon the larger man whom had called out the Saiyan Solar Empire so raucously. Once before him, the man would stop as every patron looked upon him, for each and every one knew very well whom he was. None dared to make a noise. The black haired warrior was scarred with battle, but what Saiyan wasn't? He ran his eyes over the man, looking him up and down as if he were sizing up a opponent. Apparently, he found him lacking.

“Go home, -boy-,” he ordered gruffly, he wanted this man out of his favorite bar this very instant. With that said, the Saiyan snorted and turned to head back to his bar stool. Apparently Bardock's Best was too much a beer for this one to maintain hold of his tongue.

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When it seemed that no one was going to answer, he began to become disappointed with the lot, was no one going to even come at him? This was a waste, or that was what he thought until he saw the shorter, dark-haired man walking towards him. Finally, it was about time to get some answers here, the fact that the guy was checking him up and down didn’t phase him. He smirked at being called a ‘boy’ though, so going by the logic that he seemed to act so high and mighty, it was likely a top dog. That was fine, if it came to a fight, at least it wouldn’t be some little shit.

“Sorry, but I don’t take orders from you, though I suppose depending on circumstances that could change,” he wasn’t about to say that he wouldn’t if he joined, that’d essentially be stupid, and traitorous. Something he wasn’t, despite not liking the idea of being just a soldier in the lower ranks of the order, but he wasn’t stupid. Still, the opportunity was here, so he may as well ask, “So, given that you answered the call, I’ve got a couple questions for you.”

“I’ll get the simplest , but most important one out of the way, if I were to join, would there be strong opponents? I hear about conquering planets or some such, but that’s not an answer to the question either,” planets could be inhabited by a bunch of weaklings, he wanted the proper answer to that question. That was the most important thing for any Saiyan that called themselves a warrior, if the opponents were strong, then it was worth the fight. That was what he wanted, the toughest of battles, that would push his skills and power to their absolute limits, and either force him to break them or die trying.

“Next, are there any benefits to joining?” he didn’t really care too much about that, the tone of his voice carried that message. Still, it wouldn’t be bad to get paid for fighting, it’d be like getting paid for having fun, it was a simple thing. Running a hand through his blue hair, he half-wondered what type of response he would get from this guy. Was it going to be a real answer, or was he going to give him another bit of trying to brushing him off, if it was the latter, well he’d figure a way to make him become interested.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Oh, a mouthy little shit,” the smaller Saiyan commented, the grin widening on his face to reveal his immaculately white incisors and canines. Onward and onward the disturbance talked, further disturbing the usual flow of the bar – before this one had stood up like a brazen god and demanded answers, each and every Saiyan had been having a wondrous time as they saturated their blood with delicious alcohols. The man whom had confronted the blue haired warrior could wait no longer, and with much arrogance he turned his head in the middle of the demands and pointed at the bartender. Another bottle of Bardock's Best was sent his way, and it turned end over end over the heads of the assembled before he caught it neatly and popped the top away from the mouth with nothing more than his thumb.

The gripping hand turned the frothy beverage to his lips, and the head tilted backward to allow the sweet crispness down his throat and into his belly, where it settled nicely. All the while, the “boy” kept prying for answers, and the Saiyan infront of him was hardly hearing a word. Portions were caught, aye, and the ears of the smaller male caught “strong warriors,” and “benefits,” ah, so they Saiyan was asking what his country could do for he, but thus far, he had offered nothing for his country. Perhaps his value might need to be assessed, and the drinking man certainly planned to appraise him and proved his point in the next stanza of the thus far civil confrontation.

With a casual movement the man extended the hand which held the beer, and a twist of his wrist turned the bottle sideways. . .beer spilled forth, and the dark liquid spattered all over the bottom of the “mouthy little shit's” pants and soaked his boots. The grin had never left the face, but what did leave it was a burp directly into the opposing visage. Cool and confident, the man made the same request a second time. “Go home, boy,” almost growling this time.

If the tall Saiyan assessed the smaller man with any form of sensing or computerized device, he would find that his power sat firmly in the realm of just below fifteen thousand. In the power spectrum, they were essentially equals in brute strength and quickness. With that in mind, it would be skill, technique, and fighting spirit which would reign victorious in a potential encounter. The emblem of the Saiyan Solar Empire was inked beautifully on the outer reaches of the right bicep, and if the larger warrior noted it, he might come to his own conclusion for one of his questions.

Did the Saiyan Solar Empire have powerful warriors in the stable? Aye. One stood before Yuumaru this very moment, and he twirled the bottle in his hand and gripped it by the neck, his weapon held at his side and his other fist clenched. The soldier was noticeably intoxicated. . .but was he an accomplished alcoholic or just a man out for a few every couple moons? At any rate, the burp stunk fiercely of shots and brew.

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“Yeah, oh well, it got what I was looking for though,” he was simply calling out for one of the people from the army, and it caught someone from it. If he was afraid of the trouble his mouth would get him into as well, he would never talk to begin with, for him there was no holding back. Backing down here wasn’t an option either, he would never retreat from any challenge, it wasn’t about pride for him either. It was simply showing that he would follow through the road he was set on, and if need be, he would die rather than divert his course.

The fact that he was trying to instigate a fight didn’t go by the taller of the Saiyan’s either, it was an obvious ploy to try wanting to start a fight. Well, if this was going to be some sort of test for him, then he really shouldn’t disappoint the man now, should he? Although, the burp, he had to admit wasn’t the most appealing of smells either, of course not the worst either. His father was a bit of a sadist in raising him, given his name it would likely be obvious for that reason as well.

“Nah, I think I like it here,” he grinned, rather than being bothered, it seemed he was instead enjoying himself. He relaxed his stance a bit, bringing his foot forward again and planting it so that he was standing his ground firmly against this person. A glint in his eyes, more than before showing his true fighting spirit, it wasn’t just like an ordinary Saiyan who enjoyed battles. He had something beyond it, and any obstacles between him and that thing would be assaulted with his full might. There was no turning around and going home for him, there was no home for him to return.

“I suppose if you really want me gone, then you’ll have to make me leave, but your breath and petty attempts at insults won’t work on me,” he challenged the Saiyan fully, he would not turn back, it wasn’t something in his blood, this is where he would make his first mark in the universe. If anything, it would appear almost like there was a wall behind him, it was there and there was no way back for him, instead he had to keep pressing forward, regardless of what was thrown his way.

Which is what he decided to do, and with a swift movement he had shifted into a more aggressive stance throwing out a sharp jab towards the shorter Saiyan. Right now, he would just get things started to test the waters and see what kind of fighter he was up against. He would take this one step at a time, and continue to push forward until he overcame this obstacle, he wouldn’t let himself fall here.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Excellent! A blow had been thrown, but there had been words before it and they had been addressed with a smirk and a reply, as was only polite. . .some measure of manner must be maintained in such a situation, and it was, "That'll be easy enough," the shorter man smirked as the man before him prepared his feet for battle and set things into motion with a jab. Impressive, the somewhat inebriated Saiyan thought to himself as he began to lean backwards the moment the cocked arm had begun to extend to smash a fist cleanly into his chin. . .or wherever the attack was aimed.

The defensive moment carried the Saiyan back and away from the attack, but the shot thrown had been one of excellent strategic value. . .a simple jab to perhaps open him for a more damaging shot, and the smaller man had expected a looping hook or overhand, something more dangerous. In that case, his retreating skull would have been completely clear of the slower but more powerful strike. But nay! The jab was lightning fast, and the knuckles collided cleanly with the chin, serving to push the shorter warrior backward. Footwork ensued, and soon after the feet had caught up with the lean and then the momentum gifted, and once again the soldier was prepared to strike.

Strike he did, but the range was not appropriate for a jab of his own: at any rate, his hands were up and the bottle had been dropped, it had been a ruse at any rate, a potential distraction and a test of the other man's bravery. With stance regained and his fists poised, the smaller man began to turn himself into a kick. . .the lead foot was becoming a pivot point and the other was turning and lifting, slashing towards the opposing ankle of the larger warrior before weight was redirected along the length of it and the warrior landed firmly back in the range of fists.
With the momentum of his feinting lunge, the waist turned into the entireity of the fluid movement and the shoulder set into motion the true attack: a straight left, an attack differing from the jab thrown by the other man in that it actually had weight behind it, and with weight and momentum the fist soared forward and the sights were set between the two defending fists and directly at the nose of the man whom had interrupted the merriment that had been occurring here only moments before.

“Take it outside!” screamed the bartender, his voice full of fear. It seemed the tender knew the shorter Saiyan and with that, knew very well what he was capable of.

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Well, from that answer, it almost seemed that he was being looked down on as if he wasn’t worth much as a fighter. That was fine though, if he wanted proof that there was more to Yuumaru, the taller Saiyan would be more than happy to demonstrate his fighting ability. “I hope so, being in a drunken stupor can only do so much for you. Unfortunately, making you smarter isn‘t one of those things,” he smirked back. In words or fists and feet, once he was set to do something, he made sure to see it through to the end. Which thankfully, his approach may just let him do as well, as the jab seemed to connect with his opponent rather cleanly. Of course, it was just a jab, not meant for anything more than just to open the opponent’s defenses for a bigger strike.

Still, it seemed he could work with this, to the point where he would at least be relatively evenly matched here. Movement caught the corner of his eye, as he glanced to see a leg move, aimed at his own leg or more specifically the ankle. However, Yuumaru planted his foot, if it was an attack to weaken his legs, then he would take it and keep on pushing through, even if his body broke down completely. His spirit would make him rise up to the challenge once more and keep pressing his way, until one of two things happened.

The surprise that the kick stopped was somewhat evident on his face though, it had been a feint, and instead served to likely strengthen that left straight. Since it was aimed for his face, there was one thing that he could think of to do, and both arms lifted, with the rear placed against the inner of his right arms elbow. A cross block, that took the force of that hit, but not without causing his body to slide back across the floor some from the added momentum. The block had worked for the most part, but he couldn’t say the hit didn’t do anything either, his arms were crying from the power behind that hit.

When the bartender commented about taking it outside, he tsked slightly, this was going to be annoying to deal with, especially if he was the type to attack from behind. “Well, let’s take this outside, unless you plan on wrecking this guy’s establishment,” he spoke, relaxing his stance, as he moved towards the door. He had no reason to trash the place though, it’d be a waste of money, plus it wasn’t like Saiyans were the types to run from fights, so he had no intention of bolting anyways. Exiting the establishment, he turned, and resumed his fighting pose as he waited for his opponent to come out and face him.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The straight left connected solidly, though the point that it had been blocked annoyed the Saiyan. . .apparently, his newest opponent was one trained very well, but his exact style could not be guaged at such an early stage of the battle. As the extended arm returned to a defensive position, the man before him displayed a surprisingly level head by deciding the fight would continue outside. The inebriated Saiyan smiled, nodding his head. “Aye, I wouldn't want to damage my favorite bar,” again, anyway. The man had tested himself against a Saiyan named Endive in this very establishment and nearly destroyed it in the process. The foe was allowed to peacefully exit, and the soldier followed with a Zanzoken and reappeared some distance away from the man in the street.

“While I have a moment to speak, may I ask where you're from?” he questioned as he stared at the oddly coloured hair of the man before him, locks of blue spiking from his head. . .a rare trait among Saiyan, but not something the man of the Empire had not seen before. The particular issue was the fact that this one had not immediately recognized the man he fought, as General Rensou Hiruen was well known through the streets of Saru and the neighboring towns and villages. His face and his customized armor gave him away, and the warrior should have immediately submitted. . .if he had only known what he was up against. It was not so much a matter of pride as a matter of Saiyan protocol: might was right.

The tall warrior would have to find the time for an answer, because as quickly as the soldier had inquired he had swept an arm horizontally in naught but air, and four bolts of his cyan energy had lept from his hand and were set on a direct course for him. The ki blasts were nothing special by any means, but they would serve to continue the fight. If any of the blasts successfully struck appropriate action would be taken, but for now the Saiyan merely waited the few milliseconds before they did or did not as he prepared his body for battle once again.

The left foot carried the weight, the right foot forward, left arm cocked and the fist set near the chin, whilst the right idled low to invite a mistake. The stance of the Hiruen family, a cadre of Saiyans hailing from right here in Saru, a family cursed with a terrible defect in their Oozaru state which had left most of them dead. Currently, only two of the clan remained, the soldier before the blue haired one and his four year old son. With energy flying and his body steeled to continue, Rensou Hiruen wondered to himself what this man would do if he were to reveal his standing. . .would the Saiyan bow, or would he stand and fight?

The Saiyan Solar Empire held within it's ranks many capable Saiyan, but most of the promising fighters had been slain in Yakedo's purge of the race. . .Rensou Hiruen was not yet sure if an inductee of note stood before him, but he meant to find out.

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Well, at least the could agree on not trashing the bar, that was about the only thing they could see eye to eye on it would seem, though. “Well, that’s good, pretty sure the owner at least appreciates it,” he spoke with a slight smirk. It seemed that this Saiyan did at least have some honor about him to not attack Yuumaru from behind, he could respect that. Once outside, he was asked a rather strange question, but he figured he might as well answer it, there was no advantage or disadvantage to it.

“I’m from a small village abo--,” he was cut off from his speech by the little needles of energy, he didn’t think they would be anything too special. However, he didn’t take too many chances as he blocked them with his left arm, shaking his left arm he had to quickly rid himself of the numb feeling from the blasts, he couldn‘t let it be useless. They were going to mix in ranged attacks into their battle, not something that Yuumaru wasn’t prepared for, but he only really had one ranged attack. Well, might as well give it a shot then, and with that he used three jabs in quick succession from his distance. While it might have seemed a wasted effort, he had used his own sniper punch, fast moving ki blasts that held roughly the same power as his fists. They traveled in a mostly linear path though, to offset this, he worked until they were nigh-invisible.

Those with perceptive eyes could catch these blasts though, whether this man was aware enough or not though, that would be something to discover. “As I was saying, I’m from a village roughly fifty miles from here,” of course, the fact that he was raised strictly made that whole thing a bit odd as well. He never flew from home to Saru City, it was always running, because he didn’t know how to fly another gift from his father. Not that he complained, it was just another tough form of training and as his father told him ‘if you can’t keep up with your opponent on the ground, you got no business in the air’.

His own forming now, as he was taught to do, one leg behind the other his hands held in front of him, in a relatively close guard. There was a slight variation though, his hands were held with a looseness that allowed his body to react accordingly to changing situation. It wasn’t a formal stance, but one that had been essentially beaten into him from the day he could fight, and it stuck well.

[Rensou Hiruen]

A small village some distance away, that hardly explained the point that this man knew not it was the General of the entire Saiyan army he faced! Rensou smirked as the warrior deftly blocked his insignificant blasts with a raised arm, noting the tendency of the man to steady himself rather than dodge, and attributing it to courage. The accomplished warrior himself favored such movements in comparison to the other, for to retreat from an oncoming assault too often left a warrior in such a position as to not return with adequate reply. “Interesting,” he essentially answered the statement and the return attack all at once, though the beams were nigh invisible the Saiyan whom had fired them had made an array of movements that foretold his intent.

To compound it, Rensou could very well feel his power spike and identified the retort. . .more energy blasts, it seemed the battle was devolving into one at range and that was a thing the Hiruen son could care less about. With the same display of technique shown earlier, a quick Zanzoken was executed and some distance was closed between the two. Rensou had swerved around the attacks only moments before they had slammed into him, and instead they crashed harmlessly into a building far behind him. A reinforced wall of alloy, a new structure – one built by Boliko Koregutsu himself when he had lent his own hand to the repairs made to Saru. The attack barely managed to scrape the surface. “Have you heard of the General of the Empire?” he asked, barely coming to a halt before he lunged towards his opponent and fired off a jab of his own.

The General would not halt his assault there, however, as he retracted the striking arm to defensive placement and fired off another left straight. The man was attempting to set up a stumble from his foe with the initial jab from his offhand before he crushed his will to fight with the second blow, which had proven time and time again to be an effective piece in his overwhelming arsenal. The man before him was beginning to earn his respect more and more, and it was expected he would be steady under the pressure. . .but if he fell or surrendered now, Rensou would wish little to do with him in the future. A weakling was unwelcome in the fold, but a man with potential was welcomed with open arms into the upper echelons of the Empire's standing. . .the blue haired Saiyan would simply have to prove himself capable of outstanding growth through perseverance.

Rensou Hiruen was a man of high standards, and as his technically perfect combination foretold, his full respect was a thing fought for, not simply doled out.

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He said interesting, but it was hard to tell if he actually found anything interesting, or if it was just more an observing statement. Either way, it seemed that he wouldn’t have time to relax as his attacks had been dodged, not that he was too surprised by that. It was likely not going to be too much longer before this fight really escalated either, so it was best to prepare for that. He just needed to do whatever he could, and show that he wouldn’t go down to anyone without a fight.

He asked a question, but followed it up by attacking him once more, first with a jab which caused him to stumble backwards. Then followed it up with a straight that sent his head back with the force of the blow, however, using his foot to slam down against the ground Yuumaru steadied himself. He wouldn’t go down that easily, but that punch left his head spinning, he had to push through and concentrate on his own attack. “I’ve heard there is one, but that’s about it, I never heard much else,” there was never a chance to, he was always pushed to train to his limits. He was made to learn more about himself to better himself as a warrior before he went worrying about others.

Once he had finished speaking, he pushed forward, throwing two jabs of his own to try and get an opening for himself. Following the jabs, came a powerful uppercut from below, and he could only hope that it would go through to show his opponent he wasn’t fangless in this fight. No matter how hard he was hit, he would push himself back up, even if his body was running on just his willpower. It was a bit harder to breath though, as that shot to the face had managed to cause a slight nosebleed as well. Nothing he could do about it now, other than to push through it until the fight was over, which could be sooner rather than later.

He had an inkling that this Saiyan had seen a lot more battle than he had, despite the harshness of his training, which meant he was likely more powerful. That felt somewhat insulting to have someone holding back their power on him, but he couldn’t say for sure if he was right. “So, are you holding back your power against me?” he didn’t know, but he would find out, it wasn’t something for him to take lightly. Even if it meant he would lose in an instant, if he found out that this guy was holding back his power, he would demand them to use the full extent. He hated being taken lightly, it wasn’t about pride, it was about not being dicked around, if he would lose he wanted it to be at full power.

It gave him reason to push himself beyond the limits, he wasn’t the type to bitch about being fought without restraint.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The smaller warrior scoffed, his lip curling at the answer to another of his questions. This man had never heard of he, the great General, Rensou Hiruen? It was he whom had groomed the initial defense against the onslaught of Yakedo, he whom had been chosen to face the conqueror himself, and this simpleton had never heard of him!? The Saiyan found it preposterous, and he stood dumbfounded, even after landing the straight left and drawing a trickle of blood from the nose of his opponent, he was too appalled to continue his assault. As soon as the err was realized, the opportunity to capitalize on a finishing offensive was gone – the scent of blood left the air and the wolf reset himself to the defense, but once again. . .

. . .he was much too late. A stinging punch bit into his cheek, and again it hammered the same spot as he stumbled backwards, all of his forward momentum halted and reversed by the repelling blows. This simply would not do, and a combative mentality quickly formulated the next sequence of attack his opponent would pursue, he had proven to be a sensible, trained, and intelligent warrior. . .the wise thing to do would be to string a powerful attack into the mix after two successful initiations. The scary part of the entire equation was the simple fact that Rensou had never bothered to think of what would happen or what he would do, years of fighting for sport and life had blessed him with such split second reactions.

Still tumbling backwards, the Saiyan righted himself with a push of Bukujutsu and shot forward once again whilst his kinsman set an uppercut into motion. The General had expected a charged blast or a loaded strike, and he had anticipated correctly. A powerful wave would have been interrupted by the bulling rush, an overhand might land on a shoulder or miss altogether, and a straight would not properly accelerate. By a stroke of luck or a tendency to throw such unorthodox strikes, the blue haired fighter had chosen an uppercut.

With the nature of the punch in mind, it landed -beautifully.-

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The knuckles collided with the underside of the chin, and the coiled strength behind the blow was altogether amplified by the lunge of its bad intent. The results were catastrophic for the defending warrior, and he was lifted into the air multiple meters and hurled backwards. With his energy suppressed deep within him, his body was without much of the reinforcing ki which would have dampened a blow from a fighter of this one's caliber, and thus the damage incurred was heavy.

Still, Rensou had never been one to be taken from his senses so easily and at such an early stage of any fight, it was only natural for him to shake the majority of the jarring effects away and turn himself into a vertical flip and land solidly upon his two feet. Neither a stumble of groan of pain betrayed him, but a fresh roll of his own crimson spilled from his mouth where his teeth had cut his upper lip. A mouthful of blood was spat onto the red sands of the street and a smile of white and red was flashed. “Excellent shot,” he complimented before the man whom had executed the attack challenged the sincerity of his strenth.

“Aye, Saiyan,” he admitted as he shifted into a fighting stance once again, dead set on letting his opponent be the physical aggressor. Time and time again Rensou had proved impatient in his violent endeavors, but he was fully prepared to adhere to his strict fighting code at this point: the warrior before him was too complete to toy with any longer. The right arm lifted, and the index finger was lifted before it curled and simultaneously declared, fuck you, come and have some more. The words that followed affirmed the beckoning finger. “Come and see what the General of the Saiyan Solar Empire is capable of, boy!” roared Rensou Hiruen, cyan shards of his fighting spirit flashing about him and churning the sands beneath his feet.

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It seemed that there had been a distraction for his opponent that had allowed him to not only recover, but get the jabs to their target. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to look that gift horse in the mouth, and just continued with his assault the same as always. A distraction enough to take this opponent’s concentration, he wondered exactly what was so surprising for him to effect that much. Well, he likely wouldn’t find out, but he would make sure to capitalize on every advantage that he could get right now.

The Saiyan came rushing his way, but hadn’t taken into account the possibility of an uppercut coming, which he supposed made sense. A lot of people wanted the maximum power just by using their arms for hits, but when you used your entire body as the source of power it could have devastating results. He wasn’t the type to worry about simplistic ideals like not putting his full power into every fight, that was a waste to him. Then, he heard the crunch of his knuckles hitting their target, the chin of his opponent, who then went launching back quite a distance. That had been close actually, another disadvantage to the upper, but also its advantage, the opponent had to be within extreme close range for it to be effective.

There had been some distance put between them, not that he was bothered by it, it gave him a bit of breathing room as well. Thankfully, his left arm was still responding as well, the feeling in it from those blasts was a little off, so he’d have to be careful about that. He moved it a bit, and could at least feel that motion, taking the four blasts on the same spot just seemed to numb his forearm. Ah well, it still worked, so until it officially went dead, he would continue to use it and see how far it could get him. Of course, the compliment caught him off-guard a bit, he was suspecting something else, but he supposed it just meant he wasn’t thinking of him as just some nobody from the outskirts.

The confirmation of his thoughts, a frown crossing his features, he really hated that. To him, it wasn’t a real fight until both sides went all out, and he couldn’t stand being toyed with like he had half a chance. “Thought that was the case,” too many of the younger, weaker crowd seemed to have a habit for fighting stupidly, just cause they had a little bit of power. When he motioned with his fingers and declared out loud who he was, Yuumaru had to actually chuckle, not insulting the guy, but finally piecing why he asked those questions. Normally, Saiyans weren’t supposed to be doing what he currently was, it was usually considered a really dumb thing on the weaker Saiyan’s part to challenge like that.

“Well, if I’m already doing something stupid, might as well take it all the way. If I’m fighting the General of the Saiyan Solar Empire, then show me your full power, I'll wait,” he declared, he didn’t care how stupid he was being, if there was a mountain to climb, he wanted to know how exactly tall it was. Losing didn’t matter as much to him, win or lose, if he fought with his all he’d go down with a grin on his face. Having goals to surpass was the most important thing for a warrior, if you fought just to fight, how far would your fighting spirit really take you? He wanted to have a goal, that he would not let himself get sidetracked from, even if it cost him his life in the process, to him that was his fighting spirit.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The idea that a man should stand down versus his political superior annoyed Rensou, but the Saiyan standing opposite him was correct in his thoughts – it was technically correct for him to bow his head and offer his apologies, but his knee would not yield to his fighting spirit and kneel. The son of the Hiruen clan smiled, very much pleased the man with the blue locks would stand his ground and win or lose this confrontation the way it should be, in battle! Such was the way of the Saiyans, but the Old Regime had steadily eaten away at the ways of old and still many men admitted defeat when faced with nothing but a title. The very thought disgusted Rensou, and what the taller Saiyan had chosen brought him nothing but the sincerest joy. With a movement of his forearm, much of the dripping blood was removed from his chin, but it was a futile attempt.

The technical brilliance displayed by his opponent was a sheer mastery of body much akin to Rensou's own ability. To strike with intent to harm was as natural as placing one boot before the other for Saiyan such as these, another trait which had been lost to the race under the corrupt former government. Boliko Koregutsu and his General were making headway with renewing the old codes, but it would take time and effort. . .and men such as this one before Rensou. The man with the tresses of clear sky had shown an utter talent for combat, and he had held strong to his cause: he had been wronged, and he would fight no matter whom Rensou was. There was but one final test for him to pass before he would receive the answers he had so firmly demanded minutes earlier.

“It won't take long, Saiyan,” Rensou said jubilantly, eager to unleash his monstrous strength. Suppressing himself was a nuisance, it were as if he had been stifling a wildfire which lusted only to burn. Like the aforementioned metaphorical flame, his aura welled and increased in size as he powered to his actual fighting strength in an instant, a power well over Yuumaru's own. The difference was a startling one, and suddenly it would be noted bystanders had gathered to watch their general fight: any scouter present was instantly overloaded as the Saiyan began to reveal exactly what he was capable of. . .the Saiyan populace was well aware of what he had become, but this young man from the countryside was about to witness a true rarity.

The ground itself shook, the sands exploded as if the mightiest of gusts had ripped through the street. The body of the figure tensed, his musculature expanding and his veins throbbing whilst his teeth bared with strain. Precious tendrils of yellow began to overtake the cyan fire, and finally the blues and greens gave way as an explosion of light tinted the surroundings gold. With the force of the billowing spikes of manifested might exploding around him, the shards of black atop the skull of the General danced to and fro, their color identical to the aura. Closed lids parted, revealing jewels very similar to the former hue of the aura and they grinned at the blue haired warrior whom had asked a Super Saiyan to reveal his best.

The fighting power was nearly two million strong, but no scouter here could read such a numeral, simplistic devices were simply unworthy of announcing nearly limitless strength and speed. If the taller Saiyan could sense, he would note his own formidable ability paled in comparison; it was miniscule. . .but would such a realization be understood as a challenge to overcome or a danger too terrible to face. Would Yuumaru stand and fight as a Saiyan would, or would he run like the lesser races?

“Do you still wish to fight?” chimed a warrior whom had ascended to a state thought only a legend.

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Apparently he was happy that Yuumaru was fighting against him, whether it be for being able to punish him, or some other reason he had no clue. It was a simple matter for him, a fight had been started, and he intended to see it through to its bitter end. How could anyone call themselves a man, let alone a Saiyan if they backed down from a fight just because of political ranking. Political ranking meant little in a battle, the body was the supreme power there, and he would attempt to build a body that would reach the top. His body was prepared to go through hell for that climb as well, and even now, with this mountain in front of him, he knew the true peak wasn’t even in sight.

“Good, let me see your power,” he declared once more, his voice keeping its composure rather well in the face of things. The crowd gathering, hinted that he would surely be punished for his actions now, but that would be dealt with later, right now he was in a fight. His own emerald colored eyes focusing on the man across from him, as his power surged upward at an incredible rate. His sensing wasn’t that refined yet, but even he could tell the gap between them was already reaching absurd levels. He’d really picked a damn good enemy to go up against, if there was ever a one that would seem like a mountain, this one was certainly a good choice.

The worst part, was that he wasn’t even done with growing in strength, as he turned into a being from legend right before his eyes. Boy, if there was ever an award for getting oneself into a bad situation, he would have to say that he would be the winner hands down with this one. However, the fact that he was facing down such a thing didn’t dissuade him either, the larger the obstacle, the more motivated he was to surpass the obstacle in his way. His own aura flickered to life, while he couldn’t power up anymore, it would serve to show that his fighting spirit was as strong as ever, as the silver flames danced around his body.

“That’s not even a question, I never had any intention of not fighting. Whether it be a being of legend or the very gods themselves, if I fight, I see it through to the end,” a smirk on his lips, as he locked onto the other Saiyan in front of him. Despite the massive difference, he would still make the attempt to attack, there was no point in waiting for anything, this was a losing situation, but he would go down fighting. A Zanzoken of his own was used to close the distance, as his right arm was swung forward at an angle between a hook and an uppercut. It was a harder punch to block, but seeing as his enemy was something that could destroy him with no effort, he didn’t feel the need to hold anything back.

He wasn't expecting to make it far, in fact, if this being was truly like the legend, he would likely not live much longer. That was fine, he had followed his way through to the end, and would not regret any of his decisions.