The White Haired Saiyan(Complete)

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Within several seconds, the fiery spikes were upon him which left him with no other option than utilizing his ultimate defense. Nameless slammed his hands together as his Ki enveloped him and caused his flame to clone itself out from his body and mold into his fiery armor. The burning cinders bounced off the armor and hurtled towards the ground. Takanee's expression changed as he viewed the armor in a gaping awe. He stuttered as he attempted to speak, 'Yo-You.. How did you..When did you.. That's AMAZING!' Robin responded with a simple, 'I know', before bolting towards his cousin. Whilst in mid-stride, Nameless fortified his right hand and sent it rocketing towards his cousin. Unlike his strength, Takanee's speed was not so favorable and Nameless's fist smashed his cousin's face in. This time, Takanee's large body went hurtling twice as far as his own did and crashed with an almighty halt, into the ground. Nameless then noticed that he had knocked his cousin unconscious and as a result, seemed to have won the little spar. Nameless moved quickly away yet again towards where his cousin's body lay and checked to make sure that his pulse was alright and there was no external and internal bleeding. Luckily, there wasn't. A massive sense of relief swamped Nameless as he turned off his technique and flopped to the ground, relaxing.

'Impressive, Nameless, It seems that the ancient has truly blessed you,' spoke Elder Guukou. Nameless propped himself up from his lying down position and looked at his Elder. 'Guukou-sama You know me better than anyone else, and you know how I hate the formalities. Regardless of my rank, I want you to call me Nameless,' said Nameless as he watched the Elder bow in respect. 'Although the Ritual of Purity has been performed, the Saiyan ways of crowning have not been completed. Thus, you must follow me back inside for a few moments,' said Elder Guukou. Nameless urged his aching legs up and followed his master back inside the large white marble columns. The two walked silently through a series of rooms before stopping in one large one with a huge chair in the middle. Ornate features decorated the walls and a huge gold-thread trimmed white carpet went through the middle. Hundreds of people stood along the carpet leading up to the huge throne. He quickly scanned the crowd and found a familiarity with all of the faces he saw. But he was fairly sure that he hadn't seen over three-quarters of the people in this room, yet each one was so familiar. He quickly remembered his encounter with the Angel and realized that any king who had ever laid eyes on anyone, was in his memories. He had the wisdom, memories and knowledge of every King before him; right up to Ithuriel. But, he couldn't utilize any of these, unless sparked at the right moment in time. Whether it be somewhere that one of his fore-fathers had been, or reading a book that had been read before; he could experience it.

He quickly snapped back into reality just as Guukou gestured for him to follow on the carpet. He did so and walked right up to the base of the throne where Guukou ushered for him to sit upon the throne. Nameless felt the cool marble underneath and readjusted his position above the throne, sinking back and relaxing. Guukou then knelt before him and spoke, Nameless, King of the rebellion for now, we welcome you to the position of our ruler and as a gift that must be passed on, we grant you with the scroll that holds the knowledge of the use of the sword, Maellartach.' Instantly, knowledge flicked in his mind and suddenly, the wisdom to use the blade was granted. Nameless stepped forward, stood up, focused ki on his spinal column and just like unsheathing a sword in a back scabbard, a huge and almighty sword slid out of his skin and was wielded in his right hand. Nameless whispered it's name, 'Maellartach', and the sword instantly flared into a blast of light, which resulted in blinding all those in the room. The runes that ran down its blade glowed golden, with the hilt. Power, stamina, strength, ki, wisdom, intellect seemed to flow through the golden shaft and into him; however, this was not true, it truly felt that he was invincible and could destroy anyone who opposed him. But that wasn't the case as since wielding the sword, nothing had happened.

Nameless experimentally swung the sword and found it to be relatively easy, light and comfortable in his hand. Robin placed it down at his feet before looking back down the carpet towards the kneeling Guukou. Guukou snapped his fingers and at Robin's feet, laying atop Maellartach was a set of white robes with gold hemming and similar symbols, like that of his sword. Guukou gestured for him to put it on and he did so, finding that they fit comfortably. He stood up and smiled just as a break in the clouds caused the light to pierce through the glass and illuminate the gold hemming, the gold symbols and his white hair. Guukou stared at him in a sense of awe and before he could understand, a tear rolled down the elderly man's cheek. Nameless stepped forward and bent down in level with his master. Nameless opened his mouth to speak but was beaten to it by the Elder. 'You remind me so much of my brother, Ithuriel, Oh if only he was here to see you. If only the damned Vegeta army didn't get too him. If..,' the old man sighed and continued in a sadden tone, 'If only this and that. I shouldn't blabber about what could have been, not what is. What is, is you. You are far different to Ithuriel in many ways, but you both have an alarming air of confidence. No doubt the highest I have ever had the privledge to witness. My only advice is don't let that confidence overrule you like my brother's did. He wouldn't even listen to me, and there was no way I could have stopped him from entering into their base.' Something instantly clicked in Nameless's mind as he looked down at his left fore finger where the ring that his former Leader had left for him which would allow him to enter their base with ease.

He quickly concealed the ring behind the sleeve of the coat and looked back at the man who now stood before him. Oh and one more gift, this one is from me personally. The old man slapped his hands together and a datapad would appear. Like most things in the room, it was white with a single button on the top. Nameless looked up from it and protested, 'I cannot accept this gift elder Guukou as I have my own path.' The Elder's eyes flashed admiringly before speaking, 'I had realized as much which is why that I will gladly switch your sword for one formerly owned by Ithuriel. It is the. Funnily enough, Ithuriel had a strong sense of humor and named it Rex and I am confident that he would have wanted you to have him. After all, the ability to travel great distance it is far greater than what you currently have. Wouldn't you agree?'

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Nameless nodded, bent down and picked up the large blade. He unraveled it and studied it before taking the quill that Guukou held out for him and signing his name. A sudden aura of ki enveloped him and so too did the wisdom to wield the new beast of a blade, as apposed to his older sword. He couldn't quite find the point of where he remembered how to use the blade. But just as Guukou stated, he can't ponder on what could have been. His new life had started and the coronation had ended. Everyone in the room bowed in respect and exited, leaving the Elder and his apprentice. Nameless bent down and retrieved the sword, shoving it back into his sheath and making it disappear for a final time. He bent to his master and spoke, 'Was that really all that necessary?' The Elder smiled and disappeared in a flash of smoke. Where to: Only the Angels know, literally. He said smiling. Nameless would then extinguish the flames and head to his room to lay down.




After a few minutes, he stopped. He could now see where they ware hanging out. The place was a small open field in the middle of the tree-covered forest. In the center was a small house, and that's where they were all at. He could see them by the window, playing cards around a table. All of them together should make a group of 3-5 people. They seemed like just a bunch of punks, but they shouldn't be that tough. Still, Nameless wouldn't like to take on all of them at once, so he decided to lay low for now and Wait for an opening.

Luckily for him, it didn't take long before one of them had to go outside to the woods to "alleviate himself". When the man stopped in front of a tree, Nameless slowly pulled out his blade out of his shoulder strap. After silently dropping from the tree he was on, the Saiyan waited for the man to turn around, to give him a hard blow to the head with his weapon. The man immediately dropped to the floor. Convinced that he was unconscious, Nameless proceeded to copy his victim's picture. At the next moment, Nameless used his holo pad to a perfect and flawless disguise. Aware of this, Nameless proceeded into walking into the house the others ware. After opening the door, it wold appear that the others ware falling in the trick, as they had no idea of Nameless's true self. Viewing this as a plan going well, the Saiyan sited on the table, ready to proceed with his ideas.

Suddenly, however, the victim he had attacked earlier comes inside, alarmed. It appears he had recovered from the blow sooner than thought...

Confronted by the man, Nameless had no time to defend himself against the accusations. Knowing the gang wold inevitably find out he was the false one, he soon threw himself between the middle of them, reaching the window. Crashing into the outside, he got up immediately, and went to the front door, as he was too near the tree-covered forest, and didn't want to be attacked by the back from a smart hidden enemy. He stood in front of the house, waiting for the enemies to come outside. It was not long before they exited and covered his front. There ware exactly five of them. They started to talk to Nameless with long threats and warnings. But the Saiyan didn't answer or even listen to any. He was too busy thinking about the best way to take them down. He stood his ground against them, until one of them finally attacked with a wood stick. He retaliated instantly by delivering a powerful kick in his stomach, throwing him back to the rest of his comrades. The others didn't Wait. They all attacked right afterwards. Nameless defended and holded a incoming punch and a kick, but he didn't manage to defend himself against a third attack, so he took a powerful punch who threw him backwards to the ground.

Angry, he slowly rose himself from the ground, wiping the blood out of the corner of his mouth. He waited a moment. He bended his head down, and closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. However, the thugs weren't going to wait. The one with the stick ran towards him and was about to throw a downward blow, when he rose up and punched the middle of the stick, breaking it in two. The other fist flied to the face of the attacker, throwing him back, just like Nameless did moments before. It seemed that the Saiyan was actually Intensefying his powerlevel when he was standing still, which made his body notably harder than normal. With the punks now ready to be more careful than before, Nameless yet once again stopped for a couple of seconds. He moved his left shoulder slightly up, and soon a piece of what looked like a bone was visible coming out of the flesh. Nameless moved his hand over it and grabbed it, pulling out a smooth motion. With the group members scared than ever at what they just witnessed, Nameless yelled at them, ready to continue the battle. "COME ON, SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!"

Moving and spinning with his enemies spine, Nameless was ready to use both his weapon and his fists in battle. He waited for the enemy to attack, but they still seemed frightened by what Nameless had just done. Anxious, Nameless wasn't planning on waiting another moment. "Alright... if you won't attack... I WILL! And so, impatiently, he charged towards the group. Running, he jumped to the man in the center and kicked his torso with both his feet, standing in a horizontal position, pushing him back and eventually making him fall through the middle of the group and into the ground. Nameless, managed to fall perfectly on the man's stomach in the process. The Saiyan immediatly turned around afterwards, as the other four ware already retaliating. The first attack was a punch, which Nameless defended by placing his bone weapon horizontally in front of him. The attacker broke his hand and fell back in pain, only to be greeted with following blow of the mans weapon. The next punk attacked with a middle kick, which Yasu managed to grab, and take the opportunity to throw the man through a few two meters away into the ground. Trying to take him by surprise, the next thug grabbed Nameless's head with both his hands, like he was about to give him an headbutt. Yasu lightly bended his head to his front, and let the man do what he wanted. Bad decision. As soon as their heads collided, a small "bonk" noise was heard as the punk immediatly lost the strenght in his grip and apparently fell unconscious on his back, with a small node of blood appearing on his forehead and expanding. Right after this, Nameless narrowly avoided an attack from a knife coming in the direction of his stomach. He dodged consecutive attacks afterwards, before he downwarded hitted the knife with his bone, making it fall on the ground, and followed with an attack to the man's face. The attacker still managed to stand his ground, but not after another pair of attacks.

With all of the crew on the ground, Nameless dropped his weapon and turned around. Feeling he had won, he was now walking out of the place, and ready to leave.

He could hear someone laughing in an evil manner...

"Uh? What's th-" he was interrupted when someone grabbed his neck from behind, applying him a chokehold. It was the man who had head butted Yasu before, and who was still bleeding from his forehead. "Did you really think we would give up with just a beating? It was foolish of you to turn your back on us. Now you're going to die, you prick!" Another one slowly got up from the floor, but the other ones remained on it. The one who had broken his hand earlier walked towards Nameless's dropped his weapon. "Well, this does look like a good weapon." He said, picking it up. "How about we try it out?". Smirking, he started walking towards Nameless, and was ready to start the beating with his new "toy".

"Think, Nameless, think... you can't give up now..." As the man rose up the spine and was about to throw the first blow, Nameless grabbed himself onto the his holder's grip and rose both his legs up, in order to kick the attacker in the stomach and giving the Saiyan a little time. The thug with the weapon fell back in pain for a couple of seconds, effectively throwing an opportunity at the Saiyan. However, the other grabber, noticing that his victim was struggling, decided to tighten his hold in order to stop Nameless blood circulation to the brain and make him pass out. His eyes started to become heavier by the moment and the world around him slowly began to fade into darkness. "No... I won't black out yet... there's a way out..." Knowing he was about to lose against a bunch of punks, he received an amount of determination and adrenaline out of nowhere, and opened his eyes before he could black out. He then proceeded to turn his head slightly to the right, and find the open space on the middle of his assaulter's arm, and block it with his chin. With this, Nameless immediately felt his brain being invaded with blood once again, escaping his defeat. He still needed to escape from the grab he was on, so, figuring that he had the same strength as his attacker, he tried to move his opponent's elbow up. He was succeeding, but the other man with the stick had already recovered and was about to go help his comrade. Noticing this, Nameless quickly hurried up and slipped his head down through the man's elbow, avoiding an incoming hit just in time. His holder took the hit in the chin, and immediately fell on to the ground.

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Path Of Heavenly beings (Tendo)- The user is able to focus minute portions of ki into his brain altering his cognitive pattern. This allows him to become several times more dexterous improving hand speed and coordination a great deal. Though his power level does not rise his hand speed, coordination, and precesion are uncanny. His hands move so fast that they appear to not move at all to those close to his PL. However those who have 50% more PL than himself see his hands move as an extremely fast Blurr. Those of twice his PL can follow his hand movements just fine. Due to the velocity in which punches and strikes are thrown they are extremely powerful augmenting a normal attack into a monstrous blow.


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[Gray Callahan]

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