[Search out the Strongest] [Yuumaru,Basna,OPEN!]

[Rensou Hiruen]

The metallic hull burned red with the engulfing flames, but the three occupants within the ship were completely comfortable within the reinforced outer shell. The Gladiator was a fine vessel, and had only failed Rensou Hiruen once in many voyages. To think, his son had been conceived in this very ship, though he did not inform his son of such a thing as he ran his fingertips through the spiked locks of his young one. Together they stood, their eyes full of anticipation while they settled on the screen that was displaying the surface of the grandiose planet they had finally arrived upon. The trip had taken a full day and night, and Rensou had adequate time to rest from his encounter with the black skinned demon, a battle Tsuken was unaware of.

“Unc' Bowiko sho' picked a perdy pwanet fo' an awwiance, papa!” Tsuken noted as he excitedly jumped up and down, the screen was displaying one of the many isles of Namek, and an island meant water, beautiful, unpolluted water: a commodity on Vegetasei. Rensou Hiruen owned a pool, but it was simply that, a small pond, what Tsuken saw before him was a literal ocean to splash and play in. Rensou could only nod his head as he agreed.

“It is certainly beautiful, son,” but the General soon switched his focus so as to alert his other passenger, Yuumaru Mori, of the soon to occur landing. “Ayleen, ask Yuumaru to join us on the bridge.” The new recruit was a strange Saiyan, one whom wore the rarely seen blue locks of the race. . .perhaps it was a genetic defect, perhaps it was just a rare trait: Rensou could hardly care, Mori was a Saiyan and one of extraordinary ability and boundless potential, the precise reasoning he had chosen to bring him along on this particular mission. Rensou needed warriors, not mere soldiers, and Yuumaru would hopefully prove a fine comrade.

The elder Hiruen glanced downward at the black singlet and blue armor of his own design he had brought along for Yuumaru, along with a pair of white gloves to wear under his gauntlets and a matching set of boots. Namek was an ally in the Vegetan empire, and Rensou was dressed to impress. Upon his right breastplate were the stars of a General, and pinned to his strap and pad was his flowing cape. Tsuken simply wore the strapped armor, but a cape also flitted this way and that from his back. The pair were a sight to behold: majestic, the epitome of Saiyans, and Rensou would see to it that Yuumaru would appear respectful as well.

“Thirty seconds until landing, Master Hiruen,” Ayleen informed, her Saiyan accent and female eloquence bringing a smile to Rensou's face as he slid into a chair and fastened the harnesses his ship was equipped with. Tsuken strapped himself in as well, and Yuumaru had best hurry and do the same lest he be thrown about like a plaything when The Gladiator slammed into the ground, digging a crater deep where the inputted coordinates had taken Rensou's ship. Once landing was made, the top of the spherical craft would hiss with hydraulics and beep with electronics, allowing the three to finally step foot onto Namek and set themselves to the task Boliko had presented his General.

They would find the strongest warrior Nameksei had to offer and bring him or her back to Vegetasei, whether they wanted to come or not.

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Walking through the corridors his training had ended, so he was taking his time to get back, he hadn’t been sure how long he was training though. That was until Ayleen mentioned that they were about to land, and the Saiyan blinked slightly as he picked up the pace towards the bridge of the ship. That bit of training helped him clear the distance to cover a lot better, it was strange that his body felt so much lighter now. Maybe this would help him more than he realized, walking through the door to the bridge, he moved towards one of the seats, strapping himself in. As he glanced out at the planet’s surface, it was a lot more full of life than Vegeta, and there were apparently strong warriors here as well.

“If nothing else, the planet itself seems worth the trip,” he’d not been off of Vegeta in his entire life, instead in secluded training with his father. He was essentially new to the entire universe, and was just barely containing his own excitement at it all. They were here to bring the strongest warriors back to the planet, and so the Saiyan tried to extend his senses as far as he could, to pinpoint where the strongest warrior might be located. It was a rather large planet, so this probably wouldn’t be such an easy search, but still, the prospect excited him all the same.

Yuumaru flexed the hand wrapped in bandages, getting it loosened up, he would need it if there was to be a fight here. If not, it was still better to have his arm available, they were still on a foreign planet, so anything could happen at any moment. He removed the gauntlets for the time being, he would have to get ready in a proper Saiyan way to be apart of the emissary for this mission. For now, he’d just enjoy the ride, and when it was over he’d get ready and see what kind of planet this was firsthand. Taking in a deep breath, he got his body to start cooling down as well, he hadn’t had much time after the training to let that happen.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou inhaled deeply, this place was a far cry from Vegeta, a place which still carried lingering effects of the terrible racial war between the Tsufurujin and the Saiyan. This place was pristine, he thought, as he floated up above the crater whilst the hatch of The Gladiator shut with another audible hiss and twitter. With the tiniest of efforts, the formidable warrior floated free of the crater had craft had created and set his feet upon the rim of the indention, staring out with amazed eyes. Trees, free of corrupting radioactivity were within his sight and the lushest of grasses was beneath his boots. The greenish waters of the planet lapped at the rim of the island, as if caressing the edges. The cape at his back fluttered in the breeze, a gust which carried with it moisture that was altogether calming and invigorating. A sigh left those lips. “It's beautiful, Yuumaru,” Rensou noted. And then a tiny devil came streaking past him, shocking the father back to reality. They were here for a mission, not a vacation.

“Ahahaha!” Tsuken cried out with joy as his small legs carried him in a full run to the edge of the island before they pushed him into a leap, his body turning into a dive in midair as he cut through the water with reckless happiness. Rensou smiled, watching as his youngster swam to and fro with his arms paddling beneath him and his legs kicking. The eyes of the boy were closed with excitement and his mouth was agape with his laughter, occasionally spraying what water entered his mouth without a care in the world. His father allowed the moment of pleasure, Tsuken was but a child nonetheless. Rensou did turn to Yuumaru in an attempt to direct him, but immediately took note of the concentrating state the warrior had placed himself in: obviously probing the world for the best.

Rensou would opt for the other approach, whilst Yuumaru searched, his General beckoned with a rolling flash of his cyan fires. His power level immediately sparked, calling out and presenting itself. The fighting strength had not been concealed before then, but now it was absolutely making itself known. One way or the other, the Saiyans were going to find a Namekian worthy of working with them. “Keep looking, Mori, but I fear they will be here very soon~” Rensou grinned, even Boliko had ascertained that violent and fearless signature of his to be a threat to the world of Nor four years ago, and he had come prepared for battle. If these Namekians had any courage at all, they would come as well.

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The contrasts of the planet stood out to Yuumaru as well, since he lived in the wasteland the majority of his life, the harshness of that environment wasn’t found here. It seemed to have something of a more peaceful feeling to it, a strange feeling for a Saiyan to say the least. Keeping his focus, he prepared himself, putting on the prepared armor that was there for him slipping the gloves and boots on last. The final preparation being to attach his gauntlets as he stepped outside, sweeping wide with his senses, to try and pick up on the stronger signatures. “It certainly is, I wonder if there would be a way to every bring this kind of beauty back to Vegeta,” if it was possible, it would be nice to restore Vegeta to its former glory.

The son of Rensou ran to play in the water, and Yuumaru smirked, it was good to see a young Saiyan able to enjoy themselves in natural water like this. If nothing else, he enjoyed the sight of the planet, but the mission was for the people of the planet and not the planet itself sadly. His eyes looked around the horizon as well, in case they had visitors concealing themselves, he doubted they would. Still, he would rather see them coming than let them get a free shot at his back, probably a more cynical look at things, but trained for fighting since they were old enough did that to people.

“I look forward to it, I want to see what their best warriors look like,” he wanted to face one as well, regardless of the power difference. It meant that he would at least get a glimpse into a different fighting style, and that could prove to be rather valuable for the Saiyan. Of course, with the power that his General was outputting, no one showing up was an almost non-existent chance. He’d faced that power himself before, but to a much greater extent, though he could still tell the other Saiyan had gotten stronger. His wall was continuing to grow, he couldn’t let himself fall behind like that. Green eyes shifted back and forth, watching and waiting for a warrior to show and let him see what kind of fighting class Namek had.

A smirk forming, he was looking forward to test himself against them, as a Saiyan it was something he couldn’t hide. The possibility of a strong warrior to face, it was what caused his blood to rush through his body, excitement growing for the possibility of a good fight.

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There wasn’t much to do in a planet like Namek. Therefore, it only made sense that Basna had felt the presence long after they entered the atmosphere. He peered into the lime green sky to watch as the thing dropped like a meteor and crash landed on an island far in the horizon. The flames of inertia trailing behind the hunk of metal quickly faded into the atmosphere, leaving nothing but smoke in its wake, which soon dispersed.

“Great, another crater…” he moaned to himself in monologue as he shot out into the sky. He contemplated on how they would have to find some other form of travel or landing –else they’d tarnish the lush land of Nameksei.

His antennae twitched, detecting two –three entities. He was almost certain they were saiyans. Why? What else could it have been? Touketsuki? Not likely…

Their powers were quite impressive; something a normal person would’ve been shaken by. But not Basna, not ever since his encounter on Earth, he didn’t think he’d every witness anything stronger in his lifetime; of course, nobody but himself. His eyes squint. They focused on the armored saiyan standing just over the new crater they created. He was definitely the strongest, and probably in charge of this little crew.

Five feet away from the man, the namekian landed softly but confidently on his soil and faced the saiyan. He kept reminding himself they were now allies, so aside from the crater, there was no reason why he should act aggressively. Basna gazed at the crest on the man's chest to confirm he was speaking to the Solar Saiyan Empire and smirked. He approached the man with an extended hand to shake. “Welcome.” He said. After all, he was now the Master of the Namekian Warrior Caste, Nameksei’s ‘military forces’ so he was a pretty important person now and as such he had to keep a good appearance.

“What brings you to our humble planet?”

[Rensou Hiruen]

Tsuken exploded out of the water, landing nimbly between his father and Yuumaru as the Namekian landed and offered his greeting. The youngster stared with wide eyes before he pointed a finger at the odd man before him, exclaiming, “Papa! He's gween!” Rensou smiled and nodded as he accepted the hand of the Namekian and shook it firmly. The man was obviously a warrior, Rensou noted his build and the strength of his grip. . .more importantly, he could feel his power, and it was one of the strongest present on this planet, if not the most powerful.

Rensou had only met a Namekian once before, in the pits of Saru during his days as a Gladiator, fighting for his next meal in the arena and better than that, a bottle of liquor. The Namekian was no longer alive, and Rensou stood here, facing yet another. “We've come by order of King Boliko Koregutsu to find the strongest warrior Namek has to offer and return him to Vegeta for training.” Rensou stated bluntly, he had found the strongest warrior the planet had to offer, now all that was left was to return him to Vegeta.

There was little time for pleasantries, but Rensou made time for them at any rate. “I am General Rensou Hiruen of the Saiyan Solar Empire, and this is Yuumaru Mori, one of our strongest. . .and this is,” Rensou was interrupted.

“My name Tsuken, Gweeny!” smiled the youngster as he extended his tiny hand to be shook by the tall alien he had already decided was named Greeny.

Rensou was apparently disinterested in the whole scenario, and he turned and began to descend back into his ship, pressing a small button on a device retrieved from a pocket within his breastplate. He fully expected the Namekian to come along, and if he wouldn't come peacefully. .well, there was enough strength between the three present Saiyans to ensure he was brought back to Vegeta, one way or another. "Come along, time to get going," the powerful Saiyan informed. He was still slightly sore from his encounter with that black creature the night before he had departed in the morning to arrive on this beautiful planet. The Saiyan had lost a full day's rest and was in no mood to be away from his beloved home for long.

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Eyes flickering towards the oncoming power source, lifting his eyes to see the green being coming towards them. That was definitely a new one for him, he hadn’t encountered any creatures like this one before, raising his eyebrow slightly at the sight. The burst for the water distracted the green gaze for a moment, as Rensou’s son appeared between him and the General. Pointing out that this Namek native was indeed green, it took a great deal of willpower from Yuumaru to suppress that chuckle that wanted to come out. Especially since this inhabitant seemed nice enough and was being polite, he would try his best to do that in return, as a show of respect.

He understood that this person was a warrior just like Rensou himself did, the build, power, it all lent to the notion that he wasn’t weak at all. That was good, he was glad that they did have some strong fighters here, if simply for the fact that he wanted to spar this warrior now. He was introduced and Yuumaru nodded his head in a silent, but respectful greeting towards their new comrade. If he was going to be training with the SSE, then he imagined there would be plenty of times for them to cross paths. He’d make a good opponent to keep him on his feet, with their difference in power, he smirked at the thought of the idea and couldn’t wait for it.

“General, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to spar with our guest here,” he requested, better to not make it seem too rude. He had problems with formality, but he could at least get the basics of it, like referring to his leader by rank, rather than name. Turning towards the Namekian they were going to bring back, “How about it? Care for a little battle before we get going?” His excitement was growing by the minute, waiting for the answer that would let them start, and of course, permission from the General himself. If he was ordered to stand down, then there wasn’t a thing he could do about it, but wait until they were aboard the ship itself.

His hands were flexing, they wanted the chance to test themselves against someone that was stronger, but not overwhelmingly so, like the General. He remembered how easily he had been outmaneuvered during the recruitment that day, but this Namekian was much closer to him. If he fought smartly, he could probably find a way to turn the tables, and even get a victory, but that wasn’t a guarantee, which just excited him all the more.

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Basna’s eyes sparked at the man’s request; another chance to train with the saiyan’s amazing equipment? Sign me up! He thought. But… he was still anxious about the great power Elder Carnel could provide him with. It was quite a dilemma. His face was stern and serious as he watched the saiyan walk away. His gaze shifted to the boy he had been ignoring until now.

“It’s Basna,” he corrected, shaking the kids hand out of pity. He didn’t want him to go and start crying or something.

His attention was then caught by another saiyan, one with blue hair –like Ozikai. He smirked at the thought of fighting and showing his power to the saiyan. He looked at the man known as Rensou Hiruen. Although, Basna jumped at the thought of training with them, he wasn’t really given a reason for actually going with them. Last time, it was to fight Touketsuki Yakedo, but what about now? Perhaps they were allies, but they weren’t his boss either. Basna had no boss.

“And what would I gain from joining you?” he interrogated. “You haven’t really given me a reason.”

[Rensou Hiruen]

Tsuken smirked, obviously unimpressed by the boring name the Namekian had informed him was his own. He much preferred the title he had set upon him, and his four year old mind would not stray away from an idea once it had formed. “Whatevuh you says, Gweeny,” he snickered before he began to follow his father back towards the ship, his young ears catching the words of Yuumaru – the thought of battle, being a Saiyan, the boy was instantaneously excited.

Rensou, however, was determined to reenter his ship and catch up on the full night of rest he had lost two days prior. Yuumaru's request went answered, however, but Rensou never bothered to turn his head towards the recruit whilst he gave permission. “As long as we depart before nightfall, Mori,” he decided, but then the words of the Namekian caused him to look over his shoulder with an icy visage.

“There's a war coming, -manuke-, and you'd be better prepared to defend your planet with our assistance.” Tsuken giggled again, instantly recognizing the word Rensou had spoken in Old Saiyan before he had switched back to Galactic Common. “Yuumaru, I'm going to take a nap, when this man is inside the ship, inform Ayleen to return us to Vegeta,” with the necessaries addressed, the Saiyan descended into the depths of his vessel, leaving Yuumaru and Tsuken with the Namekian.

Rensou worried for neither, Yuumaru Mori had proven a capable fighter should a spar break out, and Tsuken could more than take care of himself, and the father was not one to coddle his child and impede his enjoyment.

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Eyes watching the interaction between the Namekian and Rensou’s child, it seemed a rather odd one at that, trying to discuss a name. Did it really matter that much what a child called him? Shrugging it wasn’t an important thought anyways, so he continued to watch the conversation, and the retreating pair of Saiyans. Tsuken apparently liked the idea of a fight, so he turned and stayed with them, while the General retired for a while. That was fine, he could handle things while Rensou slept, it was just a spar, not like they were going to be fighting to the death or anything, he just wanted to test this warrior’s strength against his own.

“If it gets too close, I’ll end the spar, and get everything together for the departure,” he knew better than to refuse orders or let his own enjoyment sidetrack his duties. They had a mission to complete, and they had a time frame to work with before the return trip home, the spar was as good as set, if this Namekian agreed to it. Of course, it seemed he wasn’t entirely convinced about this training agreement for him, but if he came to train with Saiyans, then his power would drastically increase along with his combat experience. That was the thing Saiyans were best known for really, if there was a threat to the planet, it would be best to have as much power under your belt to throw at the enemy.

“Yes, General Rensou, I’ll have us on route as soon as possible,” he replied, watching as the General descended into the ship. Turning his attention towards the Namekian, he decided to pose a question to him regarding what he would gain. “Do you have the power as you are now to ensure that your planet won’t fall if it’s attacked? If not, then what do you have to lose by training with the race known for its combat prowess?” it was as simple as that to him. If this man’s world was in the line of danger as well, then now was not the time to be looking a gift horse in the mouth.

“Tsuken, do me a favor? Let me know when it starts getting close to nightfall,” he wasn’t entirely sure he could keep track himself, but he would try. Shifting his feet into his fighting stance, he nodded his head towards the warrior before him, “If you want a spar, then I’ll be glad to show you everything I have, but if you hold back any of your power, I will fill your body with pain.” It was a demand, he wanted to face the full power of his opponent, he wouldn’t tolerate this one lowering their power to his level. Neither would get anything out of that, and it would just be an exchange of attacks, with a power difference, strategy and tactics played a bigger role.

“If you’re ready then come at me,” he offered the Namekian the first strike, whether he accepted or not wasn’t his concern, as Yuumaru flared his aura to life. Unleashing the limits of his current power, it wasn’t anything compared to those gathered here, but he would push himself to surpass them all. His father had always told him about strength, about what it was like to be strong, and when they trained the gap between them was massive. Perhaps even larger than Rensou without him going to the legendary state, and he had been trained by this man all his life. Yet, he didn’t know the one thing, what strength was or what it felt like, right now he was just fighting and surviving by the skin of his teeth. It was a question his own father asked, and he wanted to find an answer that he could call his own, without anyone else’s influence effecting him.

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Basna’s eyes widened. A war? Since when was this in effect? The namekian clenched his teeth in frustration. That good for nothing Elder! He thought. First, the old man refused to grant him his power and now he hadn’t even informed any of them about this intergalactic war. If what the general said was true, and he hadn’t reason to doubt, then he definitely needed the saiyans help. He wasn’t ready –not yet. After-all, what else would their alliance be good for if they didn’t back each other up?

Still, he was left in turmoil as the saiyan retreated into the ship. Basna needed information, he needed facts, but all this man said was a war. A war against what? Who’s the enemy –Touketsuki?

He glanced at the blue haired saiyan and smirked. Ignorants… he thought. Namek has never seen nightfall with their three shining stars. The closest thing to night was when the storm clouds came in and blot the sky out. He observed the man’s tail, he wouldn’t be able to transform without a moon, so if this was the full extent of his power, then Basna had a sure victory. His energy gradually started rising as the man gave him green lights to start the offensive. He loved the offensive and he was using every bit of power he had. He wanted to prove himself stronger than this saiyan.

Before it began though, his mind kept lingering on the future events that would take place. He would leave Namek once again with the saiyans and become even stronger. Finally, he wouldn’t waste away on this planet. A crooked smile crossed his face as he thought about it, but he still wanted Guru’s power. If he could get that power AND train with the equipment of these saiyans, surely, he’d become the strongest in the universe and nobody would lift a finger at him.

“Alright, let’s do this.” He said, grinning widely and confidently. To him, the battle had already been decided. He would swipe the floor with this saiyan and enjoy it. First, he would assess his fighting prowess and get a feel for him with simple movements. Breaking the ice was always generic and uncomfortable. He always tried to find new and different ways to do so, but this time he went for something more traditional.

With a kiai to inaugurate the spar, the young namekian dashed forward, just inches over the blue grass and thrust the first and easily blockable punch.

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Yuumaru wasn’t all that worried about a war, while he would prepare for it, he didn’t see the point in worrying about when it would break out. The only thing that mattered was making sure you were prepared for the inevitable, it was the way the universe worked. The Saiyans were usually just the better prepared for the wars that came their way, since they never stopped training or fighting throughout their lives. It intrigued him, the expression that the Namekian had, he was so shocked by the news.

There was no time for him to worry about that though, they had to finish the fight before nightfall, and since this was his first visit to a new planet, his time frame was based off of Vegeta’s. That didn’t give him a lot of time to defeat this opponent, but he would push himself beyond his physical limitations to get it done. There was a gap in their power, he knew that he was on the receiving end of a more powerful fighter, but that didn’t scare him nor did it make him think he would surely lose. Fights weren’t such simple things that power alone could decide, no, there was much more to them than that.

The Kiai and dash were noted by the Saiyan warrior, but so was the punch, a familiar voice ringing in his head. ‘If a man wants to test your ability with a pathetic punch, deal him a blow that will teach him you’re not a man to be toyed with.’ His father’s words were never eloquent or were poetic, they were simple and to the point, and Yuumaru’s green eyes already blazed with the force of his fighting spirit. As the fist came, Yuumaru ducked his head under the arm and pushed forward, quickly closing the gap, before he launched a powerful uppercut towards the Namekians jaw. Whether it hit or miss, the message was clear, that testing him would result in him unleashing everything he had onto the green humanoid.

Focusing his energy into his right hand, he was going to see what kind of damage his new technique could cause to a stronger opponent. He would have to try and force an opening where he could use this attack, but that was fine, he enjoyed fighting like that. This guy was the perfect opponent for him as well, he would be forced to evolve in his fighting style if he wanted to have a chance of taking this Namekian down. A wide grin at the prospect of being pushed to do such a thing gave him such a thrill of excitement, that it was hard to keep his body from shivering in anticipation.

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Basna lunged for the first attack. His opponent seemed battle ready, and proved to be as he ducked under his extended arm and moved forward. His antennae twitched. Basna’s free hand moved forward to catch the upper cut which would have landed cleanly on his jaw. The impact was met with a big ‘thud’. His defending hand stung from the saiyan’s solid fist, his teeth clenched to withstand the pressure. The fight was already getting interesting and it just started.

Everything happened within seconds; the green man dashing, the other evading, and before anyone knew it, they were face to face in a power struggle. The wind blew and the grass blades danced around their feet. Energy crackled from Yuumaru’s fist to Basna’s and then back. He squint his eyes and smirked with intrigue. He wouldn’t be able to play with this saiyan, else the fight wouldn’t last long. It was weird too. According to Basna’s knowledge, saiyans were well known for their tendency to play around with food before getting serious, but of course, this seemed to be the exception.

Basna could only assume that his power was taken into account and this particular saiyan decided he couldn’t play around. Smart, he thought.

Taking advantage of their close quarters, Basna gripped onto the man’s fist tightly and pulled him forward, leading Yuumaru’s stomach into a painful and uncomfortable encounter with his knee. He would make sure to make it nice and deep as a message. His way of saying: ‘your power has been acknowledged’.

As a saiyan, he lived up to his reputation and proved the trust his general had in his ability. Now Basna has taken it into account and his body tingled with that excited sensation of an epically expected battle. Only a few namekians made Basna feel this way, and it only excited him more about visiting the allied saiyan planet and train with tough adversaries. No longer would his power be at a stagnant halt. It had been five years and he had barely changed at all despite his rigorous and consistent training. It was frustrating, and this man lifted that stress off his shoulders like an anti-depressant pill.

Following the knee, Basna thrust down with an elbow-strike at the man’s back as he retreated a few inches, releasing Yuumaru’s hand to use the same for a left hook to the face and then a third blow to the pectorals with his other hand, which would outstretch forward and pushed the saiyan off his feet and flying nearly six feet away.

(Notice, I’m a bit assertive about my attacks but it doesn’t mean they hit. You can block or evade every single one of them depending on your own judgement.)

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The message was received it seemed as even if they Namekian had blocked his attack, the fact his teeth were grit, showed that he was feeling it. Good, that meant the Saiyan’s punches COULD hurt him, and it wasn’t as one-sided as the Namekian might have thought. While it was true he had the power, Yuumaru had the endurance and stamina to take beatings, it was one of the few things he received from his father. Of course, the power of his will was nothing to scoff at either, he would make sure to keep getting back up regardless. Having just been recruited, losing so easily this early into his time as a member of the SSE would tarnish his standing as a warrior.

If there was anything that he had pride about, it was his position as a warrior, that was the one thing he had always pushed himself to become. It was why he endured twenty years of the punishment that was his father’s training, even as a child, being thrown into that jungle. Every fight for him, was essentially a fight for his survival, at least in his own eyes. As his hand was held, he continued to hold the power stored in his fist for the right moment to attack.

When he was pulled forward, he braced himself for the moment of impact from the knee, and the elbow, his body aching and screaming from the pain. There was no choice though, he had to endure, the attack couldn’t be used effectively while it was being held. Though, no sooner had he thought that, had his hand been released, and the Saiyan ducked the left hook and aimed his right hand for the midsection of the Namekian. He waited for the last hit to get close enough, timing the motion of his punch to match his opponent’s, before releasing the shockwave at point blank range.

If his Void Ripper managed to hit, it wasn’t the outside of the body that would be targeted, but rather the inside and the internal organs. The size of the shock wave itself was about as big as Yuumaru himself, which meant that even the ground was getting carved by the attack. Unfortunately, with letting the opponent get so close, meant that he took another hit from him, being knocked back several feet. Managing to catch himself, he landed on his feet, and regained his stance before looking towards Basna.

Yuumaru would wait to see how damaged his opponent was, before thinking of a strategy to fight him with from this point on. He couldn’t take a lot of those hits, the power gap was still there, he would have to figure out a means to reduce the damage if he could. He moved his body a bit to check how damaged everything was, noting that his legs still held their spring-like quality. That was good, that would be needed shortly, he wanted to leave a mark on this opponent even if he was bound to lose.

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Basna cringed during the last exchange of fists. The ground crumbled beneath him as some sort of pulse like wave traversed through his body. His entire being jerked and shook for a brief moment, the wave leaving just as it came. His outstretched arm collapsed to the ground like a rubber band and was lamely retracted back. He was confused and his breathing ragged. His opponent stood about six feet away, observing as Basna took this time to assess what had happened.

During their exchange, he remembered the saiyan pressing his open palms on his thorax just as his own thrust made impact. In that very moment, his entire body shook by an invading force that momentarily thwarted all of his movements. A moan of pain escaped his lips the moment he moved his arm. “What the-?” he murmured to himself. What abstruse technique had this sneaky saiyan used? His body still functioned quite normally, but there was this faint and persisting pain that spread through his body like dominos. He moves a limb, and a radius from his used limb experiences a burning sensation.

If this guy wanted to fight sneaky, Basna knew how to do just that. He smirked, feigning to have been unaffected by whatever it is this man had done to his body. His white aura flared with that tint of blue at the seams. Slowly, his third eye emerged between his antennae, giving him a much wider view of the panorama before him. He clenched his fists and his entire arm ached and spread even to his shoulder –but the pain was resistible and slowly healing.

His antennae twitched. The rubble and debris left-over from the large crater their ship had indented on his planet began to levitate into the air and moments later, they rained down on the blue haired saiyan as if to bury him in the same. This man had only attacked one, but Basna understood the nature of this attack. It was a move that weakened him and lowered his ability to function, slowly it would lower Basna’s performance to the point in which he could no longer defend himself. It was time to do something similar.

Yuumaru would soon discover that the pelting rocks were nothing but a diversion from the elongated arm launched at wherever his body was at. His palm opens wide, threatening to grab onto one of the man’s limbs and drag him back into close quarters.