Post by Rensou Hiruen on Jan 21, 2012 12:06:44 GMT -5
Rensou Hiruen had come to require a weapon, and whilst his current arsenal was that of a destructive nature, the Tsuruha; that chaotic and gigantic beam of green and blue that was capable of rendering foe lifeless and city ruined would not be enough. Not even the other patented technique of his family would approach the specialized weapon he meant to create this very day in the mansion that had become his own, Hunni's former complex was spacious and luxurious, and the training grounds of the pit where Rensou had formerly worked for that murderous bastard were filled to the brim with training equipment – through use of the equipment and good nutrition and rest, what with the beautiful home, the power of the former Gladiator had risen to levels he had never thought possible.
However, without an arsenal of abilities the last Hiruen would be hard pressed to handily defeat those whom were close to his own level or beyond it. Simply, the weapons he held within repertoire would require the whetstone, and from the fighting spirit within himself he would need to forge another sword to run through his enemies. Rensou had been searching his mind for an answer for weeks, and after many ideas directed towards furthering himself, he had arrived at a solution.
The primary finishing attack of the warrior had always been the Tsuruha, a direct opposite of the technique that enabled situations for the beam to erupt from him and finish confrontation. The Tsurunoha was a style of fighting more than a flashy use of ki energy, and the twin spheres required the most absolute control and concentration from the novice. At Rensou's current mastery of the technique, the extra striking points were merely an after-thought that put little drain on his physical and energy reserves. Two extra fists for such a small price was a wondrous thing indeed, and lent to the last Hiruen's combat supremacy. The menacing signature beam of his family, the combining of the easily manipulated spheres and a charged mass of ki beneath two tense hands was known as the Tsuruha, the release of the Tsurunoha. The beam was of gargantuan nature and already difficult to dodge, but the gathering of such destructive energies was lengthy and opened his defense like most attacks of the same nature.
Rensou had resolved himself to remove the gathering process altogether.
The first piece of the puzzle had been a simple thing, to remove the charging mass of energy that the spheres integrated into. During the charge of Rensou's typical Tsuruha, the orbs would swirl around the gathered mass of energy and their condensation would wane, allowing them to become one with the other energies and amplify destructive force.
The second problem was the fact that the composition of the Tsurunoha. The twin points of power were compacted to the point of near solidity, enabling their lengthy existence. Whereas other energy techniques dissipated with time, the double spheres could remain active for extended durations of time. Therein lied the problem, to force two things of such composition together would require the utmost strength.
With that in mind Rensou Hiruen had made his way from the mansion to the circular pit where he had trained many weaker men and transformed them into true Saiyans, and his efforts were to be directed at a section of reinforced wall where the gladiators had once practiced their own techniques. He shrugged his shoulders under the weight of the bangles upon his wrists and ankles. The additional mass had become a secondary part of him. Rensou closed his eyes as he replayed memory of his training with beloved Grandfather, Tsuyei. A firstborn like his son Tsuren, Rensou's father. . .a father that had slain his wife and oldest son, Tsunen, a man whom Rensou held no ill feeling toward. The Hiruen Oozaru was the most dangerous weapon in the arsenal of the family, a strain of Saiyans so hellbent on destruction that they were without ally in such a form.
Onyx eyes closed slowly as coal locks whipped about the scarred features, and instantaneously the prized possessions of the fighter appeared from nothing and floated beside him. They twitched impatiently as if they knew what were expected of them, jagged arcs of energy erupting from them like lightning and hissing audibly, as if they were miniscule waves of thunder.
This would require all of Rensou.
There could be no learning curve. .
The Tsuruha must be perfected. . . !
The figure tensed, but as quickly became fluid as the fingers unfurled from clenched fists and feet opened beneath him and lowered his form. As one the arms acted, the right arching behind him with palm towards the sky. The underside of the left hand mirrored it now as Rensou put all his planning into action in a single blink of an eye. Perfection must be quick, lest it lose all the properties that made it such. No Hiruen had ever sought to again manifest the spheres once they were given breath, once the weapons were wielded was usually enough to triumph even over the most terrible opponent. No warrior could hope to withstand their most powerful weapon. If one was faced, surely the first iteration of the Tsuruha would wash them away as if they were sands upon a beach under the crushing force of an energy tsunami.
Certain minute details prevented a doubly powerful Tsurunoha sphere, a single entity was not possible as compatible energies were sorted in the internal reservoir and birthed to the material plane as twins. Once activated, however, the opposing energies waned to face the life force that threatened the existence of their master. It was at that point they set themselves upon a single purpose. Then, they could be combined! The crackling orbs were suddenly willed away by Rensou, but he gave them no time to conjoin with his inner self. Instead, he called upon them again. The last Hiruen ushered them to existence at that same point within his cradling hands.
The result was nothing less than beautiful. A single occurrence of Tsurunoha in the form of harmonious destruction, and the result awed the senses of Rensou as his fingertips lovingly danced upon the perfectly smooth surface of his ki energy. With each brush and tap, the thing rippled as if it were liquid to be molded to his liking. Rensou's liking was the use of such strength, and he had no doubt that it would be perfect.
“Chou. . .
He uttered, but no forethought had occurred to him – the word was unplanned but fit the sphere perfectly. As if pleased, the energies radiated with bolts and swirls of ki that illuminated the immediate area and reflected in the dark eyes of the Saiyan. Flawless, this creation was. It required no charge time, only the presence of the Tsurunoha. How dangerous was it?
“TSURUHA! ! !”
Rensou cried as his arms finally lost their relaxed nature and ripped the thing through existence out before him, willing it forward where it blasted from his hands and crossed the distance to the target wall and bored into the surface with all the relentlessness of the Tsuruha, and all the control and simplicity of the Tsurunoha spheres.
However, without an arsenal of abilities the last Hiruen would be hard pressed to handily defeat those whom were close to his own level or beyond it. Simply, the weapons he held within repertoire would require the whetstone, and from the fighting spirit within himself he would need to forge another sword to run through his enemies. Rensou had been searching his mind for an answer for weeks, and after many ideas directed towards furthering himself, he had arrived at a solution.
The primary finishing attack of the warrior had always been the Tsuruha, a direct opposite of the technique that enabled situations for the beam to erupt from him and finish confrontation. The Tsurunoha was a style of fighting more than a flashy use of ki energy, and the twin spheres required the most absolute control and concentration from the novice. At Rensou's current mastery of the technique, the extra striking points were merely an after-thought that put little drain on his physical and energy reserves. Two extra fists for such a small price was a wondrous thing indeed, and lent to the last Hiruen's combat supremacy. The menacing signature beam of his family, the combining of the easily manipulated spheres and a charged mass of ki beneath two tense hands was known as the Tsuruha, the release of the Tsurunoha. The beam was of gargantuan nature and already difficult to dodge, but the gathering of such destructive energies was lengthy and opened his defense like most attacks of the same nature.
Rensou had resolved himself to remove the gathering process altogether.
The first piece of the puzzle had been a simple thing, to remove the charging mass of energy that the spheres integrated into. During the charge of Rensou's typical Tsuruha, the orbs would swirl around the gathered mass of energy and their condensation would wane, allowing them to become one with the other energies and amplify destructive force.
The second problem was the fact that the composition of the Tsurunoha. The twin points of power were compacted to the point of near solidity, enabling their lengthy existence. Whereas other energy techniques dissipated with time, the double spheres could remain active for extended durations of time. Therein lied the problem, to force two things of such composition together would require the utmost strength.
With that in mind Rensou Hiruen had made his way from the mansion to the circular pit where he had trained many weaker men and transformed them into true Saiyans, and his efforts were to be directed at a section of reinforced wall where the gladiators had once practiced their own techniques. He shrugged his shoulders under the weight of the bangles upon his wrists and ankles. The additional mass had become a secondary part of him. Rensou closed his eyes as he replayed memory of his training with beloved Grandfather, Tsuyei. A firstborn like his son Tsuren, Rensou's father. . .a father that had slain his wife and oldest son, Tsunen, a man whom Rensou held no ill feeling toward. The Hiruen Oozaru was the most dangerous weapon in the arsenal of the family, a strain of Saiyans so hellbent on destruction that they were without ally in such a form.
Onyx eyes closed slowly as coal locks whipped about the scarred features, and instantaneously the prized possessions of the fighter appeared from nothing and floated beside him. They twitched impatiently as if they knew what were expected of them, jagged arcs of energy erupting from them like lightning and hissing audibly, as if they were miniscule waves of thunder.
This would require all of Rensou.
There could be no learning curve. .
The Tsuruha must be perfected. . . !
The figure tensed, but as quickly became fluid as the fingers unfurled from clenched fists and feet opened beneath him and lowered his form. As one the arms acted, the right arching behind him with palm towards the sky. The underside of the left hand mirrored it now as Rensou put all his planning into action in a single blink of an eye. Perfection must be quick, lest it lose all the properties that made it such. No Hiruen had ever sought to again manifest the spheres once they were given breath, once the weapons were wielded was usually enough to triumph even over the most terrible opponent. No warrior could hope to withstand their most powerful weapon. If one was faced, surely the first iteration of the Tsuruha would wash them away as if they were sands upon a beach under the crushing force of an energy tsunami.
Certain minute details prevented a doubly powerful Tsurunoha sphere, a single entity was not possible as compatible energies were sorted in the internal reservoir and birthed to the material plane as twins. Once activated, however, the opposing energies waned to face the life force that threatened the existence of their master. It was at that point they set themselves upon a single purpose. Then, they could be combined! The crackling orbs were suddenly willed away by Rensou, but he gave them no time to conjoin with his inner self. Instead, he called upon them again. The last Hiruen ushered them to existence at that same point within his cradling hands.
The result was nothing less than beautiful. A single occurrence of Tsurunoha in the form of harmonious destruction, and the result awed the senses of Rensou as his fingertips lovingly danced upon the perfectly smooth surface of his ki energy. With each brush and tap, the thing rippled as if it were liquid to be molded to his liking. Rensou's liking was the use of such strength, and he had no doubt that it would be perfect.
“Chou. . .
He uttered, but no forethought had occurred to him – the word was unplanned but fit the sphere perfectly. As if pleased, the energies radiated with bolts and swirls of ki that illuminated the immediate area and reflected in the dark eyes of the Saiyan. Flawless, this creation was. It required no charge time, only the presence of the Tsurunoha. How dangerous was it?
“TSURUHA! ! !”
Rensou cried as his arms finally lost their relaxed nature and ripped the thing through existence out before him, willing it forward where it blasted from his hands and crossed the distance to the target wall and bored into the surface with all the relentlessness of the Tsuruha, and all the control and simplicity of the Tsurunoha spheres.
