Post by Saito Kito on Aug 6, 2014 21:18:46 GMT -5
“Forty-seven…Forty-eight…Forty-nine…Fifty”
For a moment Kit hung from the sit up bar, his abdomen writhing in agony as he finished what was his fourth set of fifty. Two hundred sit ups would have been nothing for him in a regular setting. He would compete with his brothers in competition doing thousands at a time if the day suited him. Today was no normal day and he certainly wasn’t training with his brothers. Saito had worked hard to get where he was, and as the room itself fought against his success he was torn between surrender and victory. Overall he weighed over one thousand pounds. Two hundred or so from his own natural weight, and an additional one hundred and fifty attached to each of his limbs. The remainder was constantly changing due to his weight fluctuation and so it was attached to his waist as a belt underneath his pants. Kit didn’t want to force himself to weigh more than a ton when not in training and since he never removed his weights, even to shower, it was understandable that he would not want to suffocate in his sleep or die of blood loss. What an anti-climactic way to go. Kit was far more concerned about his safety than his training, at least up until recently. Even weighing a ton he still wouldn’t have trouble knocking out a few hundred sit ups, so why was it so difficult now? Saito knew the answer well, as he himself had placed the handicap on his training. He needed to be pushed further, and he found a way to do so.
With the funds he had gathered doing odd jobs, and his own mechanical expertise, Saito had done something rather incredible. He had built for himself a gravity machine. It seemed to work well in the main training area of the Dojo and at the moment could only last as such. Given a further expansion the gravity would be limited in intensity. Kit needed it to be thorough. He needed his training to be as intense as possible. He had started at only twice the normal gravity which was no easy task. It still wasn’t enough to push his normal training efforts. He needed more. Three times wasn’t enough, and neither was four times. Five times seemed to be a good start, but he had already accomplished that in his training with Ethan. No, he needed to stop playing around and get to the real workout. He needed to train in ten times the earth’s normal gravity.
So his pull ups were not that of a one ton nature, but that of ten tons. His body weighed more than the average school bus which meant that now even the most basic physical exercises would be difficult to maintain for long. Push-ups, sit ups, chin ups, and even just running exercises seemed to pull at his muscles. It would be one thing if he were just picking up a bus, which he had already proven was entirely possible with a little bit of determination. But having the weight constantly attached to him was overwhelming. Finishing his set he dropped from the bar, his upper body shifting so that he would land right side up, crouching on both legs. His breaths were labored and heavy, large beads of sweat coating not only his forehead but arms and legs as well. He had stripped down to nothing but his training weights and baggy training pants. He had been forced to tighten them uncomfortably around his waist to ensure that they would stay attached to him in the training. The entirety of his pants had been coated in the nasty sweat, and his chest glistened in the natural light that poured through the window. His skin screamed at him, wanting to fall off of his bones. He understood now that increasing the weight would be dangerous if his body was not accustomed to the weight before it. At ten times normal gravity he would train for the day.
He began basic kicking exercises, striking a post that had been reinforced against the wall. His legs struggled to effectively raise up and hit the wood, but he would suffer through, striking it over one hundred times, rhythmically counting to himself to ensure he didn’t miss a strike. He would begin his second set with his other leg when a crack would break his counting. Looking up he found that the roof of the training room had grown too pressured in his training under the intense gravity, and just as quickly as it had warned Saito, it fell. The roof did not collapse entirely, however the post Kit had been striking was in a prime location for the falling debris. A normal collapse wouldn’t be a problem, but at ten times his normal gravity he knew the tiles would crush or impale him.
Franticly the Crane warrior threw up both hands. His weights trying to pull him back down to the ground. His life depended on staying up, and as the building made contact with Kit’s hands a miraculous teal Ki formed over his palms. The debris instantly poured off to the side of his hands, as if avoiding the Ki at all costs. It would strike the rounding energy and then slide off as though it was too slick to land on. The remaining debris would do the same until a pile of rubble surrounded Kit, though the spot around him would remain untouched. Pulling his hands down just in time to see the energy fade, Saito realized he had just created a new energy to defend himself. The spirit energy used in his Spirit gun had manifested in a defensive manner, redirecting the oncoming danger. Now was not the time to deal with this, Saito needed to clean. He would spend the next hour hauling the debris into a single pile in the center of the room so that he could continue training and fix the new hole in the roof afterwards, the entire time considering the new ability he had discovered.
He would name it the spirit redirection. The name suited the technique as that’s exactly what it did. Any oncoming attack that was lower than Kit’s own PL could be redirected. By holding out his hands –or hand given a small enough attack- Saito could push away the attack, redirecting it to another spot much like he had done to the rubble. He believed that larger attacks such as ones stronger than his own could still be redirected with great effort, though the attack was not meant to block, but rather to move the attack away from him. This meant that the attack would still hit something, and would still cause damage to something. He had to test his theories, and so once the room was clean he began his testing. At the long end of the room Saito rose up his index finger, pointing at the opposite wall. A small Spirit Gun blast formed at the tip of his finger, and instantly expanded into something much larger. It appeared that the stress of the gravity made it harder for Kit to control his output. No matter, he would simply deflect a larger attack…or be destroyed by it. Once the teal ball had grown a milky white center like it had after charging in the fight against Brandon, Saito launched it, firing the attack at the wall with supreme command and accuracy.
Now he had to get to the other side of the room, his Ki dash taking effect. Now he knew the true meaning of pain as his legs immediately demanded he stop, the gravity made it as if Kit had used the attack nearly ten times in a row after moving a very short distance. Until he had mastered this level of gravity his Ki dash would be a bad idea. This once however he did it, zipping past his own attack and putting his back against the opposing wall. The energy flew towards him, and the fighter rose both hands up into the air as if he were going to catch it. His palms open the new energy began to manifest taking its effect quickly. When the Spirit energy made contact it was clear that the defense could not be used to simply block as Kit had assumed. He would need to move his arms quickly in a different direction, and so he redirected the attack. His arms bent at the elbow and shoved the charged spirit gun towards an open window. The attack of course had been charged, and so it was stronger than Kit’s natural energy. The force of the attack had rattled inside of Kit’s chest, and then pushed him against the wall with a loud thud. The spirit gun shot out the open window, flying off into the sky and vanishing into a small sparkle in the sky.
Slumping down the side of the wall, his muscles shaking from the immense power of his attack Kit did the math. At his powerlevel of sixty thousand he was able to produce a spirit gun at just under one hundred thousand in power. That meant that his technique could deflect higher level attacks, but certainly at a price. He had cracked the wall after deflecting the attack, his back aching from the impact. He would need to be careful countering larger attacks. Perhaps a smaller attack could be more easily redirected, but a large one like his own Spirit Gun was not going to be so easy to deflect. He would need to get stronger for this attack to mean anything.
Little did Kit realize this was just the start of a hidden talent he possessed. As he progressed his spirit redirection he would begin to understand that his level of comprehension in the category of spirit energy would lead to a number of impressive feats.
Spiritual Integration Level 1 Spirit Redirection
Using the palms of his hands the user is able to redirect on coming Ki and physical attacks. These attacks are not blocked, but instead moved to a new direction and executed from there. Any attack at a lower level than Kit’s power level is able to be redirected however larger attacks require considerably more effort and will have a physical effect on the user such as being pushed back or even suffering injury to the hands and arms. Using the attack repeatedly could result in failure as it takes excellent focus to pull off a redirection.
Using the palms of his hands the user is able to redirect on coming Ki and physical attacks. These attacks are not blocked, but instead moved to a new direction and executed from there. Any attack at a lower level than Kit’s power level is able to be redirected however larger attacks require considerably more effort and will have a physical effect on the user such as being pushed back or even suffering injury to the hands and arms. Using the attack repeatedly could result in failure as it takes excellent focus to pull off a redirection.