Post by Rensou Hiruen on Nov 26, 2011 21:35:44 GMT -5
Solitude had dominated the ways of the Saiyan for eleven years to this very month, and the trend was yet unbroken. Alone he rose, ate, trained, fought, and killed – for in the end, he was the last standing amongst the victims they placed before him in the arena. For sport they watched him cripple and kill, their pleasure his pain at the burning brand of ki against his flesh, the crunch of fist against his bone. How he amused them with torrents of blood and the piteous screams of his opponents when they extended past their means and rushed headlong into the embracing arms of death.
There was one thing the final Hiruen had left to remember his family, the Tsuru-no-ha, and the style was more merciless killer than beloved companion. Swirling and circling about him they tore into the forest around him, felling trees and splitting the ground asunder as they whirled. Beautiful these were, Rensou thought, as he strove to push the style of his elders past their capabilities with the utmost concentration and deepest reaches of mental and physical fortuity. Boots rose from the plowed floor of the forest as up, skyward he reached with those spheres clearing his pathway through the canopy until he relaxed his ascent far in the sky, the light of the Vegetan sun casting light down to the ground centuries untouched by magnificence.
The Tsuru-no-ha relaxed and took positions a meter above and diagonally away from his powerful shoulders; joints protected with a sheath of cartilage enshrouding the bone which was layered with sinews and muscles. Movement flashed as the tools within the body yielded unison, the fluidity of the right arm lashing backward to bend with palm skyward was perfection. Beyond that was the left arm that took place above it, tensely stationed above the other and mirroring it. The canine and incisor of Rensou Hiruen latched together and gritted his strain as word rose up from his throat.
“Tsuuuuu. . .” rippled forth, the aquamarine aura rippling about him with all the furor of a raging fire. His musculature tensed moreso, to the breaking point as he focused his powers into the center point between his ten digits. As if guided my magnetism, the Tsuru-no-ha orbs to his right and left responded, pulling away wildly at times, but still drawn to the coaxing of the master. They circled and danced around the two hands now, and the clothes about Rensou began went aflutter with the might exerted in the here and now.
“. . .Ruuuuu.” growled out, the orbs whom swirled flashing brilliantly as arcs of ki flashed like lightning from them, illuminating the skies above the forests of Vegeta in their chaotic splendor. Without warning they flashed individually, but in a miniscule measurement of time the blinding light had fused and covered the whole of both hands. Sweat beaded and dripped from the brow of the focused Saiyan high in these skies, his body shaking, utterly wracked by the intensity of his efforts. The aura showed no such signs of weakness, however, for it had widened and grown higher with the Tsuru-no-ha's power to fuel it.
Rensou Hiruen had just completed his strongest Tsuruha to date, the wave his family had crafted hundreds of years ago. Whereas the style of Tsuru-no-ha was fluid in the disaster it wreaked, the absolute horror of the destruction contained within his shaking hands was a sharp and frightening contrast. Treacherously it shimmered as the wielder smiled at his glorious work, pupils rolling with delight and stress as his mentality snapped and whispered bidding into the destructive recesses of the brain.
Crush it, Hiruen son!
[[Listen to this for the remainder of this post. XD www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMRvp4g2cdA ]]
“HRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH! ! !” Rensou cried in more of a roar than pronunciation, his flexed appendages shoving the glowing light within his palms away from him, where it began to descend to the lush forests below. Like a raging tsunami it washed through the skies, tremendous in width. . .beautiful to the unblinking eye as in less that a second it had traveled the distance to the canopy. Once there, it delivered havoc thousandfold. Flower, vine, thorn. . .incinerated. Branch, leaf, twig. . .obliterated. Life and mold and rot dematerialized as if it never were, but onward it pushed, spraying shards of tree and billowing smoke with the friction it passed with. To the ground it pushed, the length of the aquamarine beam trailing back up to the form of Rensou whom still maintained his thrusting stance. Through loam and dirt it traversed, finally halting and like that, a light that had burned so brightly extinguished as if it were a miniscule star reveling in death. Ten feet into the Vegetan earth was the crater, and that many fell Rensou Hiruen.
Exhausted both physically and mentally, the Saiyan had not the strength to maintain flight and as such he had crumbled to the dirt below him, rebounding with a bounce and sounding with a groan as his body reeled with pain from his crash. . .as his lungs greedily lapped for oxygen. Despite pain and exhaustion the Saiyan smiled with open mouth, proud to have pleased his ancestors with the tribute of Tsuruha, the damnation wave.
There was one thing the final Hiruen had left to remember his family, the Tsuru-no-ha, and the style was more merciless killer than beloved companion. Swirling and circling about him they tore into the forest around him, felling trees and splitting the ground asunder as they whirled. Beautiful these were, Rensou thought, as he strove to push the style of his elders past their capabilities with the utmost concentration and deepest reaches of mental and physical fortuity. Boots rose from the plowed floor of the forest as up, skyward he reached with those spheres clearing his pathway through the canopy until he relaxed his ascent far in the sky, the light of the Vegetan sun casting light down to the ground centuries untouched by magnificence.
The Tsuru-no-ha relaxed and took positions a meter above and diagonally away from his powerful shoulders; joints protected with a sheath of cartilage enshrouding the bone which was layered with sinews and muscles. Movement flashed as the tools within the body yielded unison, the fluidity of the right arm lashing backward to bend with palm skyward was perfection. Beyond that was the left arm that took place above it, tensely stationed above the other and mirroring it. The canine and incisor of Rensou Hiruen latched together and gritted his strain as word rose up from his throat.
“Tsuuuuu. . .” rippled forth, the aquamarine aura rippling about him with all the furor of a raging fire. His musculature tensed moreso, to the breaking point as he focused his powers into the center point between his ten digits. As if guided my magnetism, the Tsuru-no-ha orbs to his right and left responded, pulling away wildly at times, but still drawn to the coaxing of the master. They circled and danced around the two hands now, and the clothes about Rensou began went aflutter with the might exerted in the here and now.
“. . .Ruuuuu.” growled out, the orbs whom swirled flashing brilliantly as arcs of ki flashed like lightning from them, illuminating the skies above the forests of Vegeta in their chaotic splendor. Without warning they flashed individually, but in a miniscule measurement of time the blinding light had fused and covered the whole of both hands. Sweat beaded and dripped from the brow of the focused Saiyan high in these skies, his body shaking, utterly wracked by the intensity of his efforts. The aura showed no such signs of weakness, however, for it had widened and grown higher with the Tsuru-no-ha's power to fuel it.
Rensou Hiruen had just completed his strongest Tsuruha to date, the wave his family had crafted hundreds of years ago. Whereas the style of Tsuru-no-ha was fluid in the disaster it wreaked, the absolute horror of the destruction contained within his shaking hands was a sharp and frightening contrast. Treacherously it shimmered as the wielder smiled at his glorious work, pupils rolling with delight and stress as his mentality snapped and whispered bidding into the destructive recesses of the brain.
Crush it, Hiruen son!
[[Listen to this for the remainder of this post. XD www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMRvp4g2cdA ]]
“HRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH! ! !” Rensou cried in more of a roar than pronunciation, his flexed appendages shoving the glowing light within his palms away from him, where it began to descend to the lush forests below. Like a raging tsunami it washed through the skies, tremendous in width. . .beautiful to the unblinking eye as in less that a second it had traveled the distance to the canopy. Once there, it delivered havoc thousandfold. Flower, vine, thorn. . .incinerated. Branch, leaf, twig. . .obliterated. Life and mold and rot dematerialized as if it never were, but onward it pushed, spraying shards of tree and billowing smoke with the friction it passed with. To the ground it pushed, the length of the aquamarine beam trailing back up to the form of Rensou whom still maintained his thrusting stance. Through loam and dirt it traversed, finally halting and like that, a light that had burned so brightly extinguished as if it were a miniscule star reveling in death. Ten feet into the Vegetan earth was the crater, and that many fell Rensou Hiruen.
Exhausted both physically and mentally, the Saiyan had not the strength to maintain flight and as such he had crumbled to the dirt below him, rebounding with a bounce and sounding with a groan as his body reeled with pain from his crash. . .as his lungs greedily lapped for oxygen. Despite pain and exhaustion the Saiyan smiled with open mouth, proud to have pleased his ancestors with the tribute of Tsuruha, the damnation wave.
