Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 10:59:58 GMT -5
Within the forest that surrounded the Gallick Encampment, in one of the clearings that had been created for training purposes. The canopy overhead letting him remain hidden from any that might try to fly overhead, the same way that the encampment was hidden. Here he could practice to his heart’s content with the bastard sword that he had refined in the forge, the sword that his father used to carry. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the time when he was a child and was being trained to be a powerful warrior. To become the ultimate warrior he had to overcome himself and push beyond his limits, reaching new heights that had not been seen in ages. Born an Elite Saiyan and raised as a low class, Yuumaru was someone that had the best of both worlds, the naturally higher power level with the training to back it up.
Of course, his father had made sure to knock him down whenever he had gotten cocky as well, but lately there wasn’t someone to help him like that. So, he would just have to work through everything himself and try to remain the leader that everyone needed right now. Which was why he was here as well, shaking his own thoughts off once more, he thought back to the sword training his old man did. Closing his eyes he focused on the nothing except clearing his mind, thinking too much would be a distraction for the movements and he wanted to make sure they were perfect. Starting off, he let the sword flow with is hand in slow strike, guiding the blade with his mind to memorize the motions. Stepping forward he went into a series of short slashes that stopped short and changed direction mid-swing. Steps that would put an immense amount of stress on the wrists in exchange for creating attacks that were harder to dodge in return.
In his mind he had created an image of his father standing next to him, going through the motion for each swing. While he did this, his own body would follow the image in an attempt to copy it, and perfect it into his own abilities. If he could do this, regardless of who he went up against he would be a formidable opponent and could make the most confident of warriors hesitate. That would probably be a while, as there had only been one instance where he had seen such skill in action and he was not at that level of skill just yet. Even without looking he understood that his movements were still sluggish compared to even the image of what his old man would be doing. To overcome himself, he would need to push past his physical limits and overcome any and all doubts that were in his mind. It wouldn’t be easy, but this was why he was out here training in the first place, so that he could work out his imperfections. To start, he couldn’t quite replicate the movements he had seen in the past, so he decided that he would have to change them into his own.
Instead of focusing on just the sword, he decided to instead add it into other attacks and modify his style to switch between the types of attacks. Where he would lead with the sword, he would follow with the leg, or simply switch the sword to another hand to continue with a punch or palm strike. It didn’t require as much muscle strain to incorporate, and it offered a wider range of feints for him to work with as well. Given that he was going to be fighting against stronger enemies from this point on, it was necessary for him to evolve his own style into something that could adapt to the situation at hand. In fact, after he was rested from this training session he was going to go greet this new group that wanted to challenge him. Regardless of who they were, he was going to defeat them and unite the Saiyan under a banner of equality and he would make sure that banner stayed in place.
Now more tragedies would happen on his watch, his sword slashed cutting away at the training post in front of him. However, it also cut away at the hesitation that he had been feeling; no longer could he allow this to go on as simply guerilla warfare forever. No, he would stand face to face with his opponent and emerge victorious over them all. That was his pledge as a Saiyan, as a warrior, and above else as a man who knows what it’s like to be thrown away without a second thought. Slashing more at the training post, he measured the appropriate strength he needed to use to prevent wasteful movements. Raw strength alone would never win him the war, he needed skill, intelligence, and above all he needed to be what a Saiyan could truly become.
Putting the sword down, he needed to sharpen his hand to hand fighting as well, starting with some basic jabs. Light and focusing on speed, jabs were meant to be like fine blades to weaken down his opponent’s strength so that when his big weapons came out, they had devastating results. Starting off with one hundred jabs with each hand, he would increase with each shift of his hands; he wasn’t ambidextrous by nature so he would need to train up his weak hand as well. After roughly an hour of high-paced jabs, each hit would bring a splintering of wood as well as a splash of blood from his fingers. There was no time to be resting though, while he was here his enemies were also training to become stronger and he would not allow himself to lose. Even if it meant sacrificing his body to achieve his goal, then he would do so without any hesitation, Vegeta needed a new path to walk down.
When he was finished with the jabs, he looked at his hands and tried to flex his fingers, but they were too stiff from the piled up damage. Which left him with very few options of what he could do next, but there was always an option for him even with his hands like they were. Hitting the training post with his open palm, the force of the strike moving it back a centimeter in the ground. He struck once more, rotating his body to add a bit of extra force behind the blow as well, the machine straining against his might. This machine had been built as a means for them to unleash their pent up frustrations and train as well, so far it was doing its job very well. The fact that it could hold up against his attacks was a testament to its sturdiness, but then this was the machine in its passive mode as well. It had another mode, but right now Yuumaru wasn’t exactly in the best of positions to try dealing with that.
Especially since it absorbed all the energy that people put into it and used it as a source of its own power, unleashing that on himself would be…on second thought. He would have to save that for the next time though, his body was far too damaged to take that kind of punishment. However, the next time he trained, it would be a different story. Then again, maybe he could find someone to train with and help him expand his fighting experience even more. There were only two Saiyans that came to mind, the ones that he had met during the scuffle at the junkyard. Maybe if he could meet up with one of them again, he could see if they would be willing to train with him at times.
For now, he focused on the situation at hand, slamming both palms into the training post; he forced it back about ten feet from his current location. From there, he formed a sphere of energy in front of his hand, charging as much Ki into it as he possibly could. This was one of his more formidable techniques, the Giga Foe; the sphere grew to the point where it was larger than his outstretched hand. Yuumaru released the stored up energy into a beam that was six feet in diameter, watching as it slammed into the training post and unleashed a powerful explosion. This was one of the better techniques he could utilize, the other one being the Gallick Gun that he had learned from his old man. That was something he saved for special enemies though, it was the strongest one he had right now and using it too much would let people be able to counter it.
With the training he had done, he felt that it was all he could do for now and that he would have to make the first move now. The government was getting too comfortable with the situation, so he was going to take a different approach and knock them out of their seats. After healing his wounds, he would make an attack against the elite soldier and let them know that they weren’t safe from him regardless of where they were. There were several specific people he was looking for amongst them as well, and letting those people know would be a bonus. Heading back to the camp, he would need to spend the next few hours inside one of the rejuvenation chambers to get his body back into fighting shape.
Of course, his father had made sure to knock him down whenever he had gotten cocky as well, but lately there wasn’t someone to help him like that. So, he would just have to work through everything himself and try to remain the leader that everyone needed right now. Which was why he was here as well, shaking his own thoughts off once more, he thought back to the sword training his old man did. Closing his eyes he focused on the nothing except clearing his mind, thinking too much would be a distraction for the movements and he wanted to make sure they were perfect. Starting off, he let the sword flow with is hand in slow strike, guiding the blade with his mind to memorize the motions. Stepping forward he went into a series of short slashes that stopped short and changed direction mid-swing. Steps that would put an immense amount of stress on the wrists in exchange for creating attacks that were harder to dodge in return.
In his mind he had created an image of his father standing next to him, going through the motion for each swing. While he did this, his own body would follow the image in an attempt to copy it, and perfect it into his own abilities. If he could do this, regardless of who he went up against he would be a formidable opponent and could make the most confident of warriors hesitate. That would probably be a while, as there had only been one instance where he had seen such skill in action and he was not at that level of skill just yet. Even without looking he understood that his movements were still sluggish compared to even the image of what his old man would be doing. To overcome himself, he would need to push past his physical limits and overcome any and all doubts that were in his mind. It wouldn’t be easy, but this was why he was out here training in the first place, so that he could work out his imperfections. To start, he couldn’t quite replicate the movements he had seen in the past, so he decided that he would have to change them into his own.
Instead of focusing on just the sword, he decided to instead add it into other attacks and modify his style to switch between the types of attacks. Where he would lead with the sword, he would follow with the leg, or simply switch the sword to another hand to continue with a punch or palm strike. It didn’t require as much muscle strain to incorporate, and it offered a wider range of feints for him to work with as well. Given that he was going to be fighting against stronger enemies from this point on, it was necessary for him to evolve his own style into something that could adapt to the situation at hand. In fact, after he was rested from this training session he was going to go greet this new group that wanted to challenge him. Regardless of who they were, he was going to defeat them and unite the Saiyan under a banner of equality and he would make sure that banner stayed in place.
Now more tragedies would happen on his watch, his sword slashed cutting away at the training post in front of him. However, it also cut away at the hesitation that he had been feeling; no longer could he allow this to go on as simply guerilla warfare forever. No, he would stand face to face with his opponent and emerge victorious over them all. That was his pledge as a Saiyan, as a warrior, and above else as a man who knows what it’s like to be thrown away without a second thought. Slashing more at the training post, he measured the appropriate strength he needed to use to prevent wasteful movements. Raw strength alone would never win him the war, he needed skill, intelligence, and above all he needed to be what a Saiyan could truly become.
Putting the sword down, he needed to sharpen his hand to hand fighting as well, starting with some basic jabs. Light and focusing on speed, jabs were meant to be like fine blades to weaken down his opponent’s strength so that when his big weapons came out, they had devastating results. Starting off with one hundred jabs with each hand, he would increase with each shift of his hands; he wasn’t ambidextrous by nature so he would need to train up his weak hand as well. After roughly an hour of high-paced jabs, each hit would bring a splintering of wood as well as a splash of blood from his fingers. There was no time to be resting though, while he was here his enemies were also training to become stronger and he would not allow himself to lose. Even if it meant sacrificing his body to achieve his goal, then he would do so without any hesitation, Vegeta needed a new path to walk down.
When he was finished with the jabs, he looked at his hands and tried to flex his fingers, but they were too stiff from the piled up damage. Which left him with very few options of what he could do next, but there was always an option for him even with his hands like they were. Hitting the training post with his open palm, the force of the strike moving it back a centimeter in the ground. He struck once more, rotating his body to add a bit of extra force behind the blow as well, the machine straining against his might. This machine had been built as a means for them to unleash their pent up frustrations and train as well, so far it was doing its job very well. The fact that it could hold up against his attacks was a testament to its sturdiness, but then this was the machine in its passive mode as well. It had another mode, but right now Yuumaru wasn’t exactly in the best of positions to try dealing with that.
Especially since it absorbed all the energy that people put into it and used it as a source of its own power, unleashing that on himself would be…on second thought. He would have to save that for the next time though, his body was far too damaged to take that kind of punishment. However, the next time he trained, it would be a different story. Then again, maybe he could find someone to train with and help him expand his fighting experience even more. There were only two Saiyans that came to mind, the ones that he had met during the scuffle at the junkyard. Maybe if he could meet up with one of them again, he could see if they would be willing to train with him at times.
For now, he focused on the situation at hand, slamming both palms into the training post; he forced it back about ten feet from his current location. From there, he formed a sphere of energy in front of his hand, charging as much Ki into it as he possibly could. This was one of his more formidable techniques, the Giga Foe; the sphere grew to the point where it was larger than his outstretched hand. Yuumaru released the stored up energy into a beam that was six feet in diameter, watching as it slammed into the training post and unleashed a powerful explosion. This was one of the better techniques he could utilize, the other one being the Gallick Gun that he had learned from his old man. That was something he saved for special enemies though, it was the strongest one he had right now and using it too much would let people be able to counter it.
With the training he had done, he felt that it was all he could do for now and that he would have to make the first move now. The government was getting too comfortable with the situation, so he was going to take a different approach and knock them out of their seats. After healing his wounds, he would make an attack against the elite soldier and let them know that they weren’t safe from him regardless of where they were. There were several specific people he was looking for amongst them as well, and letting those people know would be a bonus. Heading back to the camp, he would need to spend the next few hours inside one of the rejuvenation chambers to get his body back into fighting shape.
