Post by Banduk Gundu on Jun 2, 2013 20:33:24 GMT -5
Deeper...
Deeper still...
Deeper still...
Banduk II peered deeper into his own mind as he sat perfectly still atop a tall hill overlooking Guru Village. It was his favorite place to meditate. The cool blue grass rippled calmly around him as a thin, hazy aura swirled about the surrounding area. All that could be heard was the steady breeze blowing against his ears created by his rising energy. Of course, he was far too focused to hear such a thing, focused on his own mind and soul. This meditation was a key part of his training, as it helped harden his patience and calmness, both of which were absolutely necessary in being a Guru.
Ahh, the Guru of Namek... A position that is widely considered to be the most respectable and noble of them all. It was a position that only one Namekian could possess, and the current Guru was nearing the end of his service, having become too worn to continue. Banduk was next in line, and was selected unanimously by the elders of the surrounding villagers to be the Guru's successor. Though his father's death was a considerable setback, the young Namekian was well on his way to reaching the proper skill level required.
The winds swirled faster around Banduk as his energy intensified, almost like his Ki was being stretched and compressed rhythmically inside him. It was like an exercise in itself, concentrating exceptionally hard until his brain was sore. He would sometimes sit still and reflect for days on end, taking the opportunity to do some self-reflecting. He would admit that he was a bit nervous about his upcoming promotion to the position of Guru, but he was also confident that with the talent handed down by his father, he would make for a fine leader of the Namekian people.
Finally, Banduk felt that his energy had reached its peak. He had pushed it to its highest limit, and so began to relax. His power declined quickly, and the wind around him settled. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath, concluding the mental training with a moment of silence. As his mind returned to reality, he gazed down upon the village below. The houses were small and white, following the basic Namekian standard. There were a few children playing in the fields, and the adults were working tirelessly to put up a new structure of some sort. There was always something going on in the village, and the atmosphere was always pleasant and productive. It was one of those small places where everyone knew each other, and there was always another friend just around the corner.
Finally, Banduk's eyes reached the other end of the village where a single, spire-like hill pierced the horizon. A spiraling path wound its way up the side of the hill until it reached the singular white temple on top. That building was where the Guru of Namek himself resided, an elderly fellow by the name of Pitka. The Grand Elder's life was hanging by a thread, which was why Banduk was working harder than ever to qualify himself to take up the position. He stood up and took another breath of fresh air. It had been a while since he had something to eat, so after stretching a little, the young Namekian gentleman casually made his way down the hill into the village below.
"Hey, Banduk!" "Enjoy your meditation?" "Good day, friend!"
These sounds filled Banduk's ears, the sounds of his good friends greeting him and striking up small talk. As he strolled through and returned the greetings, speaking of how he found his metal training productive, he was reminded of why he strove to be the Guru. It was the people... The people of Namek. His companions, his brothers, the blood of this proud planet. He wanted to protect them, to be there for them, no matter the cost. They looked up to him as they did his father, and he was determined not to let them down.
Eventually, Banduk made his way to the well in the center of town. He offered a smile to the young lad operating the device, who was glad to lower the bucket and retrieve some water. The young man also produced a small loaf of bread, a local delicacy, to offer to Banduk. "Ah, thank you, boy." Banduk responded, taking the bread in his hands and sitting across from the boy. Namekians only required water to live, but solid food was always a treat. He tore the bread in half and gave one piece to the boy, who was glad to receive some food of his own. After pulling the bucket of water back up, the two shared a refreshing meal together.
"Banduk, when will you become the Guru? Father says that no one can know for sure, but I really want to see it happen!" the boy exclaimed, having become Banduk's biggest fan, so to speak. Banduk laughed and took another sip of the perfectly clear water, sighing contently as he felt the liquid refresh his muscles. "Don't worry, my training is nearly complete." he answered. "The day is close at hand." The boy seemed happy to hear that, and after their meal was finished, Banduk stood up and left, offering a pleasant farewell to the boy who'd given him food.
That boy was yet another reminder of why he strove to become the Guru.