Orenji's first Student (Ark)

[Ark Ghiest]

Two waves of energy rippled through the air as they traveled towards Orenji. The attack was an amplified version of his Force Palm technique, but not in terms of strength. By spreading out the surface area of his attack Ark was able to create a literal wall of Ki that could be launched at an opponent, or even used to deflect some ranged attacks. Having used both hands this time the wall of Ki was even larger than his normal attack and he was pleased to see it strike the Namekian.

As soon as the afterimage is contacted by the rolling Ki it disappears, the technique one the human knew himself, Zanzoken. Snickering some he starts to turn his head, guessing correctly that the Namekian planned on using the technique to get behind him. The muscular frame of Orenji was hard to miss as he pivots some, the green mans mouth open wide, orange Ki already gathering within it. Knowing he had no chance of getting out of the way this time all he could do was brace himself for the blast.

The energy slams hard into his back, hitting him squarely across the shoulders as well. Only on his knees he was not truly able to brace himself against the force behind the attack, his body launching forward. Hitting the dirt Ark manages to tuck into a sloppy roll across the dirt, his body skipping and bouncing close to a dozen times before coming to a rest on his stomach. Orenji had barely held back on that one, his power having been substantially higher then Ark’s own. Coughing some the human shoves himself over onto his back, blinking several times as he tries to get his body to respond.

Unlike his match with Drexx days ago his teacher was not afraid to push his endurance limits, that blast a testament to the Namekians tough discipline. Tilting his head some he looks back at Orenji, his friend no less impressive even when being viewed upside down. Whatever power Orenji had found in his time on Namek had greatly affected his body, the alien much more muscular than he had been upon their first meeting. How had Ark come upon such powerful friends?

”Power isn’t the only thing one needs, but it sure does help doesn’t it?” The human lets out a slightly pained chuckle as he brings up the point the Namekian had tried to make before giving him a quick thrashing with his own impressive power. ”Still, I am sure you can see why I wish to become stronger do you not?”

[Orenji]

Orenji waited as his beam left his mouth and headed straight for Arks upper back. Not knowing whether or not the human was going to move out of the way. Mere seconds later Orenji was going to get the answer he was waiting for. The beam smacked dead center against the Humans back, sending him skipping across the ground. Orenji watched as the male fighter bounced, skipped and skidded across the ground, eventually stopping yards away from his original position. HE waited for Ark to rise to his feet, but that didn’t happen. Maybe Orenji had ended their little spar without even knowing it.

He began to make his way over to Ark, who was still lying on the ground. On his way over Orenji stopped suppressing his power signature. It seems that the spar between the two has ended. So there was no need to keep suppressing it any longer. Finally Orenji was almost next to Ark as he began to speak.

”Power isn’t the only thing one needs, but it sure does help doesn’t it?”

Ark let out a slight chuckle as he spoke, That was what Orenji had told him only minutes ago. Orenji just shook his head; he knew what the human was getting at. Having great power defiantly is helpful in everyday situations. He had an idea what the human was going to say next.

“Still, I am sure you can see why I wish to become stronger do you not?”

”Yes, I can see why you would want to become stronger Ark. Everyone wishes to become stronger. Be aware don’t let all the power you may get go to your head, there is no reason to prove to people that you are stronger than them. Now just lie there for a second.”

Orenji brought both his hands over Ark, the same bright orange light that was cast before. Was now hovering over Ark like a bubble. The light slowly expands from the center of Orenji’s hands, making its way over Ark until there is a light orange barrier surrounding Ark. Inside He would be feeling a warming sensation running through his body. He was going to have to sit there for a few, to healing process take place. Now all Orenji had to hope for was no distractions, healing took great focus to accomplish, without someone trying to get his attention.

Just then like Orenji’s own thoughts had cursed him, Ari came out of one of the Namekian buildings running straight for Ark and Orenji. Orenji slightly looked up to see her coming, which was one person he didn’t want here right now. The kalavarians child, now wearing common Namekian child’s clothing, A white dress, with red vest over it. She ran up right next to Orenji, he slightly turned his head seeing her pure white eyes. To his surprise she said nothing to him, instead she sat down next to him, looking at Ark.

”Are you done fighting now Ark? Who won?”

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Saga Grading Performed and PL given

Orenji: 4850
Ark: 7400

Before there is fuss, the big difference really boils down to Ark's weights and receiving the master bonus. Good fight guys keep it up.

[Ark Ghiest]

Lying on his back, chest heaving slightly Ark was not sure what the Namekian had planned as he approached. It was indeed obvious that this first spar between them was over, Orenji realizing this as he lets his power rise back up to its true height. For someone of such strength the green man showed so much control when it came to his attacks and his ego.

The words that come from his friend next the human couldn’t agree with more. Already he had seen those with power abuse it for their own needs and own entertainment. How strong were you really if you used the strength you possessed to bring harm to others? Ark did not seek strength for his own personal gain, but for the gain of others. If he was to join The Protectorate officially than he needed to possess the power to actually protect others, not just enough strength to keep himself safe.

”Of course Orenji. I have disciplined my body and mind for the better part of my short life and all with the goal to better myself in all ways. Strength is a powerful tool, but it must be used properly or it can result in destroying more than it creates. I, like you, realize that a true warrior must control himself and the power he possess.”

As he speaks the human does not move, watching as the Namekian places his hands above him, that same strange glow starting to emanate from them as it had before. When he had witnessed the technique for the first time he had assumed it was some way to dull the pain, perhaps even slightly mend the damage that had been done so a warrior might continue fighting. With the waves of healing energy not pulsing through his body Ark understood the true power of the technique.

With his own Ki Orenji was healing the human’s body, slowly but steadily bringing it back to its normal state of health. The ability shocked him, never having heard of such a technique and now able to witness it firsthand. Resting on his back he offers no further words since the Namekian seemed to be concentrating, the expression locked onto his face.

Even if he was not going to distract his friend, which did not mean others would not. Hearing soft footsteps he cranes his neck up a little to see who it was approaching. The last thing he expected was for it to be one of the small children Orenji had taken in to his own village, having sword to protect them. Smiling at her before starting to put his head back down Ark was surprised when he is the one addressed instead of the Namekian.

The questions actually draw a chuckle from him, the second of the two something he could have answered for the girl from the start. ”Orenji won little child, as if there was any doubt that he might. Your green friend here is the strongest fighter I have ever seen, and compared to his power mine is like that of a child, but luckily Orenji treats children well does he not?”

[Orenji]

”Of course Orenji. I have disciplined my body and mind for the better part of my short life and all with the goal to better myself in all ways. Strength is a powerful tool, but it must be used properly or it can result in destroying more than it creates. I, like you, realize that a true warrior must control himself and the power he possess.”

Orenji is still concentrating on Healing Ark, Even with Ari sitting next to him, his concentration doesn’t break. Ark was almost healed back to 100%, but it was still going to take some time for his internal wounds to heal. Orenji gave a slight chuckle to Ari’s question; it was amusing to see her curiosity in the fight. She sat next to Orenji patiently waiting for Ark to answer her question.

” Orenji won little child, as if there was any doubt that he might. Your green friend here is the strongest fighter I have ever seen, and compared to his power mine is like that of a child, but luckily Orenji treats children well does he not?”

”He treats us very well, he has made us feel safe ever since saving us from our Home world. We feel protected and safe whenever he is around, but he leaves a lot.” Ari said looking up at Orenji

Orenji slightly turned his head down at Ari and gave her a slight smile. Then turned his attention back to Ark, putting more power into healing him. No doubt Ark would have questions for him about what was being done to him. Minutes passed, and nothing was said, finally Ark should be fully restored, back to fighting power. He let the bright orange light slowly begin to dissipate finally letting Ark get back to his feet.

”I was only doing what I have sworn to do as part of the Protectorate. It was nothing special, as part of the Protectorate it is something that all of us have sworn to do. Now Ark I can sense power within you, we are going to take a short break, there are a few things that I have to take care. Then we can continue this teaching lesson, if you still want to.”

[Ark Ghiest]

Ark remained on his back as Orenji continued his work. As the warming sensation spread through his body he could feel the pains and aches from their short spar fading away. He had guessed at the techniques purpose when Orenji had used it on himself, but this confirmed it. Somehow the Namekian was able to harness his Ki into a sort of healing wave, the energy leaving his own body to heal another’s.

Glancing up at the large Namekian it was somewhat amusing that he knew such a technique. Upon first meeting the alien Ark had thought him a little cold, having been so focused on what was ailing Namek he had not given the human much more than a gruff greeting. Able to actually fight alongside him and converse with him Ark had learned his first impression had been horribly inaccurate. Looking at the solid frame of his friend it wouldn't be hard to think he was a rough individual, while in reality it was quite the opposite. Orenji knew what it was to possess strength, but also what it meant to use that power responsibly.

Sitting up Ark rolls his neck some, working out the remaining tension as Orenji speaks. The casual tone in which he speaks of giving the girl a new home spoke volumes of the Namekian’s character. The act of taking this young girl in was something he had done without a second thought, and he would no doubt do it again if the situation called for it. Shoving up to his feet he nods some to his friend.

”If you have other responsibilities to attend to then by all means, but I would like to continue this once you have the time. At the very least I would be interested to learn that rejuvenation technique you know, if you are able to teach it to me. I have never seen anything like it and although I am not the strongest fighter I might be able to help those more powerful than me if I know something like that.”

Stretching Ark offers a smile to the small girl and Orenji, not sure what other duties the Namekian might have taken upon himself. From what he had seen so far the human could only imagine the green man trying to put all the duties of his village on his shoulders, and most likely never offering a complaint. If there was anything he could do to help he had no problem offering assistance, after all Orenji was doing him a favor by helping him increase his strength.