Kemuri
Yamcha
Pl: 100,000 Limitless: 500,000
Posts: 47
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Post by Kemuri on Aug 30, 2014 9:49:12 GMT -5
Everything was going as planned. Kemuri would soon be rid of several annoyances that had become more of a headache then it was worth to him. First was Mr. Popo, aid to numerous guardians of Earth for centuries. He had proven himself on another level compared to many when he made sporadic appearances in the war against his former master Vector. He had proven himself to be a difference maker in several battles and was part of the reason that eventually Kemuri sided against Vector in an effort to unseat him. He then became an even bigger pain when he chose that old man Kaladar as Guardian of Earth and took him high into the clouds to help train him even more. The second was split; either he was not going to have to pay a mercenary that was only loyal to his wallet or the bitch he fought that proved to be the only thing possible of stopping his enslaved genie. In either circumstance Kemuri would get something that benefited him.
It was then that the Kage turned his eyes fully towards Saito Kito. He had never run into him directly but it would not take make much to figure out his fighting style if he had in fact been trained by his father in that incestuous little compound of his. His father was a fool. He had proclaimed himself a great martial artist but had not been in the last war that saw the removal of Vector. His skill had been untested on a level that truly determined the strongest. His father was nothing but a washed up old fool who hid away from the world because he could not handle this truth. His son was probably much the same way in that fact.
“Come you little pup. Show me how vain I am. Or you that much of a coward like your father?” Kemuri would taunt as he drew his sword and kept it at his side. “Tell me. How many little cousins do you have that have three ears, no eyes and one hand do that fools incestuous practices? Also how much of a whore was your mother? How many of the fool’s offspring did she give birth to before being tossed away like a worthless carcass?” Sure not all of the comments he made were true but it was more than enough to probably cause the young man to get as angry as possible. He wanted this to be fun and that was when he noticed something that would truly set him off.
“Did it really take you this long to escape from that compound? Your fool of a father was three times as strong at half your age. Surely you are nothing more than worthless than the fool himself.” Kemuri stated before letting out a hyena cackle to go along with it. This fight was going to be nothing more than toying with the boy before he got the chance to remove Kaladar’s head from his shoulders.
(Sorry for the delay. Would have been up last night if I had not passed out on my keyboard working on homework.)
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Aug 30, 2014 14:14:19 GMT -5
Finally the two had reached their destination. The lookout was much larger than most would give it credit. The two had walked to the other side, and although it was possible to see, if one tried, the other fight taking place between Bear and Carla, it was well out of earshot. Not that Kit would dare take his eyes off of the creature he had challenged. Kemuri was a name he had not heard prior to the morning, and it was not one he intended to hear more of. His knowledge of politics was limited, but Kemuri's callous words upon entering the lookout, slaughtering all of those who would reside there, was enough for Kit to take him seriously. In all honesty he would have been better off facing Bear with Carla, or doubling up against Anri. That wasn't how Saito fought. It wasn't about what was easiest, or safest, it was entirely about what was right. Certainly it wasn't right for Kemuri to continue his rampage, and it was unfair to team up against fighters who could hardly hold their own as is.
His only regret was not waiting to hear Kemuri's command. Had he heard the orders, he may have chosen to aid popo. Still in his chest he felt a sadness that he couldn't shake. He had only known the genie a day, but their bond had been real. It was clear that the genie was kind, gentle, and caused no harm to any living being. Now he would fight for his life in what was arguably the most one sided fight for the day. If he could go back, and stand in his place or at least at his side he would. But now the mystic trainer would have to bear his cross alone. He would have no help from Saito, Kaladar, or any of the other's who claimed to be on the side of the lookout. This cut deep into the warriors empathy, as it would be the second time that his teacher was murdered without his being able to stop it. The thought of Sekai reared its ugly head. The man had taught Kit the invaluable ability of his focus state, and the power of his spirit gun, yet hours later was slain by the treacherous Nyu. It seemed that everywhere Kit went he was being challenged. There were days that he wished he were back at the compound. Life had been simpler there. He could have left the defense of the world to another warrior. Let Azazel carry the burden of everyone. Allow Carla the chance to grow into the hero they wanted. It appeared however that the newest member of their defensive team would be taking on the most diabolical of the bunch, their leader.
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Tp Tp Tp
"Saito! Would you hurry up its nearly four thirty!"
The young teenager rolled over in his bed. If he had to guess, he would have said that seventeen was the age that every human being died. Why? Because truly if he had to wake up at four one more time his head would physically explode. He had no choice however, the tapping at his door was insistant. It was his elder brother, and he knew that if he didn't rise for the morning routine his entire team would suffer the consequences of no breakfast. Slowly rolling out of the warmth of his bed, and putting his feet on the dreary rock floor, the seventeen year old Saito finally made it out. His form was remarkable for his age. He trained heavily on a daily basis and so it was no surprise that he could grapple with anyone in the school. Anyone but his father of course. Jintoku Masamune was more than a legend outside of their compound, he was the greatest fighter Saito Kito had ever known. Everything about the man inspired Saito to better himself. It was the oddest relationship of loathsome pride.
Making his way out of the room and down the steps towards the training field, Saito caught another glimpse of his arrogant hero. Their morning training had been combat with the old man himself. Although he was getting on in years, Masamune was no push over. His natural combative ability was incredible, and it didn't help that the boys he fought knew nothing but what he taught. He knew every counter perfectly, and would dance through the arena. Taking a beating on the stage was one of his younger brothers, Killeon. The boy was nearly sixteen, and stood no chance against their father who was more than triple that in both age and ability. Taking a hard dive to the ground his father spoke.
"Is that it? So you do not want breakfast this morning Dogs?"
It appeared that each of the boys on his team had taken a beating from their father, and what was even worse was the circumstance, as their father was clearly drunk again. The man had a bad habit of staying up the night before drinking, and then challenging his children in the morning. It was disgusting to watch, and yet spoke heavily towards his abilities. Even in a drunken stooper the man was able to best any of them. Saito enjoyed eating too much not to step up, and he certainly didn't fear a thrashing from his father. The arena was raised up about four feet from the ground, with two sets of stairs leading up to it from either side. Saito took the one furthest from his father and lazily made his way up to the stage. Shirtless, and still wearing only the pajama bottoms he had worn to bed, he hardly looked ready to fight.
"What kind of disrespect is this boy!? Stand up straight!"
Saito had grown very capable of drowning out his fathers ranting. It was only when the first punch was thrown that the kid was alert. Masamune's fist slammed into the teens forearm. It was the easiest attack to block against, but the next volley would not be so simple. The next punch hit home, right in the chest, followed by another to his stomach. A knee followed by a kick to the face from the same leg, and finally with both palms a push forward that would send Kit stumbling back. The crowd of injured boys were silent, watching their last hope for a meal get beaten into the ground. Kit was the strongest of them, and had proven it time and again. Yet he had never beaten their father in combat.
"Worthless degenerate!"
He yelled, as well as several other obscenities. These were far more difficult to hear as another fist struck the side of his head leading to a powerful ringing to erupt within his ear drum. This abuse was normal, and one watching would immediately wonder how the boy could respect a man of such domineering nature. The answer to that however was not so simple. It was convoluted in a deep seated family, and their unusual practices. A stray elbow struck an unsuspecting nose. This one however did not belong to Kit. Masamune took a step back as the boys around them let out an audible gasp. In his own defense, Kit had struck their father. Though it was not unheard of, when he was in one of his drunken spars, it was not suggested that you provoke him. The boys waited for a punishing blow to finish the fight, and instead heard their father speak. Slurring his words as he did.
"At a boy Kito. Showem who made you"
With that he turned, stumbling off the stage and towards his own room as though nothing had happened in the first place. The other boys were shocked, and Kit, who had legitimately been torn a new one, was as shocked as any. The group would be allowed to eat, and it was around the dinner table that things grew even stranger for the teen. Finishing off his third bowl of sweet rice, he had the opportunity to speak with his mother, who sat calmly next to him, running her fingers through his matted blond hair.
"Sweetheart. You haven't been brushing like I told you"
He said, trying her best to run the knots through. Saito fidgeted as any boy would, and then looked to his mother. She had always been the one to go to when dad was being absurd. Although there was little she could do, she could offer her empathy, and that was enough.
"I know how he is sweet boy. But you should know, he respects you more than anything"
Kit let out a condescending grunt, but his mother continued.
"He always says, Saito is the one. I had dozens of children, but Saito is gonna be the one"
"The one?"
"I don't know what it means either, but he believes in you Kit. You will do great things one day" ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Kemuri was not the first to make fun of his way of life, nor would he be the last. He regarded his mother highly, and had said worse about his own father. The Hyena was not wrong, he was the product of a non monogamists household. Incestuous was not the right word, as his father did not sleep with family, but why correct the beast? He wasn't interested in knowing more about Kit. He even drew a blade which told the warrior that he was not only uninterested in learning about the fighter, he was planning to remove him from existence. His tunic had been destroyed in his fight with Popo leaving only the tattered sweats he had worn on the way up. His bare chest was a perfect tanned shade. It had taken him years to learn the ways of tanning rather than burning, and not a moment too soon. He couldn't very well show up for a fight looking like a lobster.
Kemuri didn't have to worry about that, only fleas. His coat was well maintained, no doubt a product of his vanity. The man was far more interested in his image than he was what he was doing. If he thought for even a moment about his actions he would realize that what he was doing was unethical. Then again morallity didn't really matter to Kemuri did it? Saito couldn't analyze his opponents intentions. Unlike Kemuri he had little to no information about his opponent. The wolf before him had seen his father, and knew his family, enough at least to make jabs at it. Saito took in a deep breath of air. Their encounter had begun.
"You know me so well Kemuri, and yet I know nothing about you. Tell me, where do you hail"
He said his neck rolling from left to right, stretching the muscles therein. Some might have seen what he was doing as stalling, but Saito was not afraid to fight the dog. He did not believe in fighting someone he had not spoken too, especially in a combat that would determine so much. He wanted to know more about the creature he was about to face. Even if the canine would not show him an ounce of respect, he intended to do this right. He wasn't a barbarian, and they were not merely fighting. They were about to take part in an ancient art that deserved respect, regardless of if Kemuri did.
Kaladar had been rather quiet. Beyond declaring the beast would fall this day, he had hardly spoke to Saito and yet now stood as his only ally against him. Saito knew the beast was masking his energy, though the real excess of his power was unknown to all of them, and Saito didn't want to go in blind. He could only hope the guardian would do him a service and at the very least give him something, anything really. Surely Kemuri intended to kill them both, and that was the defining difference between himself and his opponent. Kit would free Kaladar. He didn't need to kill him, or maim him. He would simply remove the shackles from the man who would soon be his teacher. That was his goal.
And he would not fail.
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Kemuri
Yamcha
Pl: 100,000 Limitless: 500,000
Posts: 47
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Post by Kemuri on Sept 1, 2014 20:13:45 GMT -5
The shirtless boy stood there flexing and basking in the sun light. How amusing it was to see him trying to live up to the idea that he was going to be able to somehow beat the ruler of the entire planet. He cracked his knuckles and took the verbal barbs fairly well though he doubted that they did not affect him on some level. It didn’t matter though the Kage was going to slowly pick apart the young man one little slash at a time. He had done this several times over his many centuries of life but it never seemed to ever be as satisfying remembering back on it. He loved watching someone squirm while he toyed with them. It was just a strange quirk that Kemuri had and something that everyone else would have to deal with. His sword began to glow as his energy flowed into the blade only making it much more deadly.
"You know me so well Kemuri, and yet I know nothing about you. Tell me, where do you hail" The human said with a tone that almost was commanding of him to respond. How amusing it was to see pathetic little humans try to comprehend things that are greater than themselves. Kemuri stared at the man before letting out a long hyena cackle.
“Where do I hail? I don’t think anyone has ever asked that of me while I was standing on the battlefield. No one ever took a moment to care about where their opponent ever came from before. It is rather refreshing.” Kemuri would state in a somewhat genuine tone. Then he would suddenly disappear from view of the young man. The Kage would be pushing his body to the upper limits of his speed while in this form, using his zenzoken, so fast that the eye could not follow normally. He would then appear directly behind Kit before bringing the sword down across the bare back of the young man. At the current power levels and the speed at which Kemuri was moving it was unlikely that Kit would have enough time to react. The slash that Kemuri had intended for would not be a deep wound but rather something that was more meant to be painful. “And incredibly stupid!” Kemuri laughed as the sword came back up for a second attack.
The sword slash would be a feint attack before his hand level in front of his chest and fired a ki blast. It was meant to push Kit across the Lookout and away from Kemuri. The hyena wanted to have fun with him and this was going to just be the start of it.
Saga Locks: Saito Kito- PL: 54,469 / Focus State: 108,938 Kemuri- PL: 100,000 Limitless: 500,000
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Kami
Tien
PL: Base: 65,000 True Power: 455,000 Allies: Mr. Popo Pl: 300,000 <> Zeni: 6,675
Posts: 143
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Post by Kami on Sept 2, 2014 20:01:25 GMT -5
Everyone was going on with their respective fights. Kaladar decided to remain near Kemuri and Kit. For Kit was the one person on the Lookout that needed his help the most. He would be unable to help him in the fight. But he was going to give him as much advice as he could from the sideline. The two seemed to be engaged in a short conversation. Kemuri seemed to be insulting Saito’s family and where he came from. He had to respect for anyone but himself.
Kaladar wanted nothing more then to shut the hyena man up, but unfortunately he was going to have to leave that up to the others. While he would be watching this fight. Kaladar made sure to keep a sense on Popo’s power signature. He knew his old friend was not going to be returning from his fight. Popo knew that he had to keep Jenn down there for as long as he could. Azazel seemed to be doing very well against Anri, due to her increase in power. The only person to worry about now was Kemuri.
“Saito, I commend you for wanting to go up against Kemuri and for helping when you did not have to. During this fight you are going to be alone for most of it. I will try to help you as mush as I can from here. If I see a weak point I will let you know.” Kaladar said to Saito in his mind
Kaladar hoped the man wasn’t going to be confused as to how Kaladar was able to talk to him without being near him. It was a little trick that he learned from Popo many years ago. He figured it was the one advantage they would have in their fight against Kemuri.
“To explain something, this collar around my neck is why I can’t help you. It has reduced my power to a mere fraction of what it is capable of. When Kemuri had me imprisoned he said if I tried to remove the collar it would explode, killing me. All I know is that there is a device that can deactivate both the collars. I believe that Kemuri is the only person that would know where this device is.” Kaladar paused for a brief moment.
“I don’t think that Kemuri would leave a device like that in the hands on anyone but himself. So saying that, there may be a chance that he has made a mistake and brought that very device with him. If we find the device I can be freed. Then and only then can I help you defeat this hyena man.” Kaladar explained to Saito
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Sept 3, 2014 21:25:41 GMT -5
Again the laughter left the hyena’s lips. It was high pitched, and caused Saito to squint in disapproval. Whoever Kemuri was, it was clear he thought very highly of himself. Saito had never met the man before but already he had declared himself the ruler of the world, ordered them all killed, and insulted his family. It didn’t take a genius to know he was the bad guy. His antics however would not end Saito’s honorable actions. He refused to fight a fair fight with someone he didn’t know. Apparently Kemuri felt the same way as rather than responding to the man’s questions, he disappeared.
Damn he’s fast!
He could hardly get the thought out when a slicing pain hit his back. He grunted, an unusual sign of weakness that Kit rarely afforded his opponent. Kemuri had been too fast for Kit to even brace himself. Had he chosen to, the fight would have ended there, his sword cutting through the warrior’s throat and spilling his blood across the lookout. His immediate reaction was to move, which Kemuri helped with. He was only a few steps forward when the second attack landed. Kit hadn’t even turned around to be fooled by the threat of another slash, so the blast hit him square in the back, right where the first wound had been. This caused the fighters legs to pick up into the air slightly, and glide over the tiles as the attack pushed him away.
Luckily it would not explode. Kemuri had gotten what he wanted, creating a gap about as large as the first one had been between the two. Kit spun on his right leg, his left going down and taking a knee into the ground. He wanted to be sure he saw his attack, and was not blindsided again. Reaching back with his right hand he ran his bare knuckles over the wound. It burned now, which to Kit’s displeasure was a good thing. He returned his hand to the front of his face to reveal blood spatter on the tips of his knuckles. The bleeding had been almost entirely stopped by the heat of the Ki energy. Although the burn was uncomfortable it had cauterized the wound, which would be better for him in the long run. The dread of the encounter was suddenly coming to his stomach. If Kemuri could move effortlessly about so quickly that Kit could not even sense it, how would he ever defeat the beast. Additionally the creature had no honor, he had proven that simply by drawing a blade. Outmatched the entire fight now seemed hopeless. He took a few deep breaths, and gathered his thoughts. The last thing he needed was to start doubting himself. He was all that stood before the shadow of death.
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By the age of twenty five Kit had finally fulfilled the role he was meant to. Mentor. He didn’t particularly like it, and so the enthusiasm he put forward was less than effective. It wouldn’t take long before his father would intervene. The man personally saw to the mentors, and when their students began to fail it was never a friendly conversation. From within his risen office at the very tip of the compound, Saito and his father argued.
“Are you even trying? These children don’t know the difference between a rabbit stance and a dorsal stance. They know nothing of disarming, and all at the bottom of their class”
Saito shrugged, his arms draped lazily over the back of a chair which he had taken a seat in, backwards. Although he was a man, and frankly even larger than Masamune, he was easily the least disciplined when it came to traditional study. He listened to his father berate their performance, and rather than responding with anything critical he spoke simply. Apathy in every word.
“Is that all? I should really get back to my training.”
Raising from his chair he felt the hand of his father take hold of his shoulder, and pull him back down. Had Kit fought it he could have managed to pull himself back up, but that would serve no purpose. His father was intent on yelling at him further and he would get his wish. Once he was back in the chair Masamune walked back around it so that he was facing his second born son. His face was twisted in a manner Kit had never seen before. His father had been many things in his life, angry, powerful, mystic, convoluted, and inebriated, but his next choice was something Kit had never before seen.
“Saito, you don’t seem to understand. These boys need a leader. They need someone who will show them the right way to do things. Someone who will never faulter in their duty, and whose form will always stay true. Your brothers need a man who is proud, a little arrogant, and damn impressive in combat. They need someone who knows every drill, every stance, every technique, and every graceful step. They need…you.”
The man’s chest filled with regret, his face heated and red with shame. Both the father and child felt this way, as they had clearly failed one another. Kit’s attitude towards the entire situation changed in that very instant. His father had explained in a way Kit couldn’t have ever imagined why what he was doing mattered. His own father, Jintoku Masamune had conceided that he was unable to teach his own children as well as Kit could. Perhaps this momentary weakness would only be temporary, but it was clear that he had meant every word. Without making a sound Kit slowly rose from his chair, his eyes hitting the ground instantly. He couldn’t look at his father, let alone be in the same room as him. He had never spoken such kind words to his son, and the shock of it would take days to recover from. Though as he turned to walk out he stopped at the door, his head turning around enough so that his father could be seen out of the corner of his eye.
“Thank you Father”
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It was then that the Kami’s words rose to his ears. Though the man was not speaking, the diction rang clearly through his mind, unadulterated by distance, wind, or the cackling of their enemy a few yards away. He spoke kindly though with a sense of urgency. He explained fully how Kit would manage to salvage the situation. And although he had spoken mostly words of strategy, Saito could sense the desperation of his plight. It was almost as if he were thanking Saito for giving away his life for the cause. This however was a misrepresentation of their situation. Saito Kito would not die this day. He had too much to live for. He had a school that was ready to open, a brother who needed his guidance, and now an entire planet that begged for release from the shackles of the treacherous monster before him.
Raising first his bloodied knuckle, the warrior said nothing, not offering Kemuri the dignity of a heroic speech. Saito wasn’t much for talking. He had heard them all before, and certainly had the capacity for it, but something about the beast made him unwilling to speak. For the first time Kit had lost all respect for his opponent. Even Nyu had been given credit as a peon in the game of conquest, Kemuri however had no such leeway. The bastard was corrupt, and he had no one to fall back on but himself. It was for this reason that Saito knew that a fair fight was out of the question. At least from Kemuri. He would have to expect the unexpected, and be prepared to fight in a barbaric manner he had not yet encountered. He would however make Kemuri regret the choice to face Saito and not sick the mercenary Anri or the callous Della on him. He had accepted a challenge from the man who would be his undoing. With his bloody fist in the air, Kit thought to himself, unsure if the telepathy worked both ways. If Kaladar could read his thoughts then the message would reach him, and if not they would still echo within Saito’s mind as he reached around his wrist, and unclipped the first lock in his weighted arm bands.
My actions were not based on a want. They are not for the betterment of myself, my family, or my school. My actions today speak for what is right. I refuse to let my actions fall short of my beliefs, and I would sooner die than accept a cowardly knee to a man who deserves no such honor. I have never met this creature, nor you before. However his underhanded tricks and cheats will get him no further.
The first weights hit the ground with a crash, cracking the marble tile below it. His arm immediately felt lighter than a feather, and within seconds the second weight followed, striking the tile with a vengeance. He had three more to go, and would continue his thinking while it happened. All the while keeping his eyes on the devil Kemuri.
If I were to leave today, I would be no better than the monster standing between us. Though few recognize it, a man has a duty to uphold what is right. Some are run by money, others by hate. I am persuaded by neither of these things. I know that if I refuse to be the good I demand from others, I am a hypocrite. I will not be a hypocrite. I will not let him bully others with his self-righteous demand for control.
His two ankle weights dropped, having a lesser fall they did not crack the ground, though the weight was equally as apparent to Kit, who had one further weight to go. Finally rising to his feet, his eyes slowly glowing in a deep gold to match his marvelously growing hair, he let free the last of his bondage, and without another thought his body shimmered and vanish. For a moment the warrior would appear to have gone, though the trained eyes of both Kaladar and Kemuri would know better than that. His presence was there, though his location sporadic. His Ki dash had activated in a manner Kit had never felt before. His weights had always held him back, allowing him to make direct attacks quickly, but this was unreal. Even the Crane master was impressed with how quickly he moved. His reappearance would occur just as the final weight had hit the ground, and at that very instant his leg would appear, colliding with Kemuri.
His aim was the head, a direct, no nonsense strike to the left side of the dogs cranium. Though the beast could dodge or block, he was now in a similar situation to the one Kit had been in moments ago. An unexpected burst of remarkable speed. Unless Kemuri had tapped into a new level of power, which seemed unlikely. The two were now at an even pace, and the fact that Kemuri underestimated the human made this even play a surprise attack unlike no other.
In the brief second Kemuri would have to view the human he would get an eyeful. The focus state had taken its effect, and Saito was now four times as strong as he had been before. Numerically the man had jumped from twenty five thousand to nearly one hundred thousand simply by removing his weights, and activating the long lost ability that each Human possessed. His body had begged for release from the binding weights not because they were unmanageable, but because Saito knew he possessed something even greater than what he felt inside. His body had finally reached a peak that no other human he had met was capable of. Saito Kito was finally a force to be reckoned with. Something Kemuri would realize quickly.
Following the kick, and without even a second inbetween, the now slightly airborne warrior flipped to his left, allowing his body to face Kemuri –who was either still blocking from the attack, fleeing, or flying away because of the strike- and with the power of his thoughts spoke a single two words. Two words that demanded the respect that Kemuri refused to afford him. Two words that encompassed the passion and honor that Saito had spoken to himself. Two words that would define the entire fight they were about to begin. A battle that would undoubtedly help to decide the fate of the planet Earth.
“Spirit Gun!”
He roared, his finger primed and facing the devilish creature. The blue orb had formed, and fired off rapidly, again faster than Kit had ever done it before. Without his weights he felt weightless, light and free, as did his Ki. The marble sized orb expanded almost instantly, and from a near point blank range fired on the bastard. He was going to show this shameless twat that you never bring a sword to a gun fight.
(Weights off)
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Kemuri
Yamcha
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Post by Kemuri on Sept 5, 2014 23:37:02 GMT -5
As the blade crested through his back and the ki blast slammed into his chest the boy was sent tumbling across the Lookout. It was pathetic how much the Kage could toy with the boy right now. He was the King of Earth and there was no stopping him. Kemuri peered over his shoulder for just one instant as he looked at the feeble old man that claimed to be Guardian of Earth. The fact that his age was one of the factors that kept him from finding a way to get to Kemuri only seemed to amuse him. How he would enjoy parading him around Earth as a show of who not to deal with when it came to trying to remove him from power.
As he turned back the young boy made a show of taking off the weights that were adorning his body. Each crashed to the floor causing a small cloud of dust to rise upwards. It was not that impressive what he was doing. Most warriors of this caliber had weights that limited their power and movement. Making a spectacle of it was doing nothing but boring Kemuri. It was not however until the moment that the final weight dropped that he noticed the skyrocket of power from him. He disappeared from normal view for a moment though as Kemuri’s eyes searched for him he caught glimpses of where the boy was moving. It was impressive technique although not as fast as the one that Kemuri had just performed.
When the boy returned to normal speed his leg arced high towards his head. Kemuri’s right arm rose instantly out of instinct from training for so many years. The kick would collide with his arm sending a shock of dull pain downwards through his shoulder. The boy would push off of his arm before flipping through the air for a split second.
“Spirit Gun!”
The words would be followed by a quick blast that pierced through the air. Kemuri would rip his sword arm up and slice through the blast prior to impact. The drawback to this counter was that the blast would cause an explosion that would hit the Kage no matter what. He shifted his feet so he wouldn’t slide anywhere. As the explosion engulfed him more dull pain would burn through his body as his kingly outfit was sullied for the first time today. The explosion would kick up dust around Kemuri allowing him to take advantage of a counterattack. His free hand would shoot upwards towards where he sensed the boy and fire four ki blasts. This was meant only as more of a distraction as he would use his Shadowform, instantly three other copies of himself would spring out from him.
“Not bad boy,” The hyena would cackle as the four Kemuris charged from the cloud of dust. The first Kemuri would go high as if he was coming for the killing blow. The second come charging straight forward to impale Kit upon his blade. The third Kemuri would dart diagonally off to the right before cutting back in to slash at Kit’s ribs. The fourth Kemuri would stand where he was and simply smile and say, “Now this fight ends pup. Too bad I would have loved to show your father your carcass right before I wiped the compound off the face of the map!”
While all four Kemuri’s would look and read similar making it near impossible to tell the difference between the four of them. The copies of Kemuri were nothing but smoke and would quickly dissipate upon contact with Kit. With that said the real Kemuri was the third one that had darted off diagonally. If his attack landed he would spin to the back of the human before slashing his thigh with the blade. If for some reason he figured out who was the real one and attempted to block it Kemuri would simply fire a Smoke Bomb at point blank.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Sept 6, 2014 0:59:00 GMT -5
The battle had truly begun as Kit’s attacks made their impact. The first had been blocked, though not entirely unexpected, the beasts ability to slice his Ki in half was new. The spirit gun was no simple Ki blast and this meant that his Blade was much stronger than Kit had given it credit. Though that was the least of his problems. At the moment his blast took its effect, Kit used the shockwave of the initial impact to push himself a fair few feet from Kemuri, his sandals sliding across the marble tile a little ways before pausing. A single bead of sweat had formed over his right brow, and wiping it away was not in any way a priority. It carefully sat atop the golden hair of his brow as Kemuri revealed his newest attack. One that caught Kit entirely by surprise. With a cloud of smoke not one, not two, but three additional Kemuri’s emerged. The idea that there could be more than one of him was astounding, and the fact that one had already been more than Kit could manage was distracting.
Four small attacks flew at him, these were child’s play. Popo had used them as a distraction several hours ago, so it was clear that this was Kemuri’s aim. Though there was little he could do about their intention. Kemuri would have the desperate seconds he craved, as Kits right arm glowed in a teal light. A flat palm would meet the first Ki blast, and the back end of that palm would meet the second. The third would meet the same fate as would the fourth and soon all four minor blasts had been redirected. Those were nothing, just as they were intended to be. What Kemuri did next would be significantly more than nothing. It was then that he truly noticed the four dogs, and it was then that the three would advance strategically around him.
This hound has been taught far more tricks than I could have realized. What has my training taught me? How can I defend what I have never seen before?
His thoughts again could be read by Kaladar if he was listening, though they were not particularly helpful. The man would be unable to help him, not at the speed the fight was going. The two were standing still, though no longer than a few seconds and then again their conflict would pick up. Saito wondered if the elder could even follow their movements at his limited state. He had to find that damn remote. Trickery would be necessary to convince Kemuri to reveal it, and in order to even get close to that he had to survive the next barrage of swords that drew near.
What can I do?
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“Its all in how you visualize it!”
It was their fourth hour. Kit had fired several of his blasts into the oak, and now was slumped soundly against it. The smell of the smoke was actually soothing as his new trainer spoke. The two were training, and had no idea that within another few hours one of them would be dead, and Kit would forever be changed. Had he known perhaps Kit would have been willing to try a little harder? Perhaps he would have been able to defend Sekai, and save him.
“Kai please, I surrender. Ha ha I am defeated”
He said, throwing his head back allowing the sweat drenched mess of hair to collide with the smoky oak behind him. If it had been that easy to turn Sekai away the man wouldn’t have been a good trainer, or even memorable. But he was, he was both memorable and impressive. His arm extended forward, a fist pointed only a few feet from Saito. He was unsure how to proceed of course. The fist posed no threat from such a distance, and so he sat casually, unafraid. Only a few seconds later it would glow, a deep blue forming around the fist, and then appearing as five different Spirit gun marbles.
“Return to training Saito, I fire in five…four…three…two”
It took Kit that long to even comprehend what was happening. He leapt from the tree, diving out of the way just in time to see the five marbles jettison from Sekai’s knuckles and into the bark of the already perturbed tree. It was impressive, five simultaneous spirit guns, and so accurate. Granted he had been at a short distance anyway, but the fact that he could fire it so easily and with such accuracy…He had to know more. Quickly standing from his prone escape position the man questioned Sekai instantly. What had he done? How could Kit accomplish it? When could he do it?
“Ha ha, no way Saito. This is my best technique, there is no way I could have learned it day one, and neither can you. Give it a try a little later. But it proves my point. Just like in the spirit gun, visualizing your attack will ensure its truest aim. This attack is fast, sporadic, and unexpected. By the time the enemy knows it’s been fired, they are already bloodied in three different spots. It can be explosive or piercing depending on the concentration. I have no doubt you will master it one day. For now however, how about another spirit gun.”
Suddenly Kit was reminded as to why exactly he had been down to begin with. He was already winded and now he had to stand up and continue training. He exhaled heavily with a little chuckle and rose his index finger again, pointing at the tree. His focus state activated again, his eyes turning a clean golden color, his clear aura becoming a teal one, and his energy focusing into his fingertip. Though even with all that his energy was too low to be successful.
“Her brother. One for now…and one for later.”
Sekai had reached over with his fist out. This time rather than a ball of Ki he had two small objects. Beans. Kit hadn’t any clue what they were, but he ate the first one. Instantly his energy returned. Even the minor burns he had uncovered disappeared. Sekai had handed him a legendary Senzu bean. Impressed by its power, the artist put the other safely in the hidden pocket in his gi’s pants. That way it wouldn’t fall out. He didn’t know it, but he would need that bean later, as well as the Spirit Shotgun.
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He hadn’t any more time to spare. He quickly pushed off the ground, the single bead of sweat dropping to the ground. Kemuri had blocked him in every direction except for up. From the air he could clearly see all of the Kemuri’s below him. He wasn’t sure which was the real one, or if in fact any of them were really fake. If they were all Kemuri’s strength he was probably doomed anyway, but he would still reveal his trump card in the hopes that it provided him with an opportunity to counter. Perhaps Kemuri would be sloppy controlling so many peons and he could kill one or two of them. Pulling his fist back it began to glow, his aura erupting around him and he grew slightly higher into the air. He was not too far off the ground when he threw the enraged fist downward and released the attack. After releasing it he declared its name, out of respect for the technique and its originator, Sekai.
“Shot Gun!”
All five bullets flew out, each with a specific target just as the bead of sweat collided with the hard ground. Even the droplet apparent to Saito in his heightened awareness. The bullets were explosive due to the lack of charging, but that was just fine with Kit. Four of them flew directly downward at the swordsmen coming towards him from below. The remaining one flew at the Kemuri that was still running his mouth. Saito had started too drowned out his talking, it would only distract him from his goal, and that was the last thing the blond needed. If Kemuri was so easily able to draw his attention away from the deadly blade he was wielding, Kit would already be dead. The goal was to hit each Kemuri with the explosive round. Each one held the power of a spirit gun bullet, which had already proven reasonably ineffective against Kemuri. Hopefully at least one or two of them would be caught off guard by it, and the hope was that while they were attacking they would fail to properly counter the bullets. Nothing was certain with Kemuri. He didn’t fall for the obvious tricks that his brothers did, this one however was slick and certainly not obvious.
No matter what happened from there the fighter would backflip once to gain a little distance, and land a few feet away from the now smoky area of the lookout where the dog pack had been. His legs instantly kicked up in movement as he moved backwards, keeping his deep golden eyes glued on the smoke. He needed to see how many of the Kemuri’s survived, and he had to be prepared for a counter from the bastard. His feet were already moving, ready to quickly move away from the dog if he attacked. Though a four way attack would be difficult to manage a second time.
Actually that thought prompted Kit to realize something. He hadn’t even used half of his reserves. In his fight with Brandon he had used the exact same combination of attacks and had ended up weakened. Clearly without his weights, and thanks to his training with popo, he was a far superior warrior. This thought however also brought the memory of the arrogant child. Brandon hadn’t exactly been friendly, but he was nothing more than an irresponsible kid, one whom had been killed likely on Kemuri’s orders. The reasons to hate this beast rose significantly with every passing moment. Now he would wait to see what his efforts had borne.
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Kemuri
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Post by Kemuri on Sept 8, 2014 21:16:54 GMT -5
The boy’s tenacity was starting to wear on Kemuri’s patience. He should have just accepted his fate, gotten down on bended knee and begged for mercy. A glimpse of Kemuri’s power was a burning scar that adorned the boy’s back but did he take that as a warning no. Instead he simply tried to look beyond his obvious limitations like humans often tried. It was pathetic how hard they fought for what little power they were given. They were almost as stubborn as the idiotic monkeys that stayed on the Moon.
As the energy blasts ripped from the young man’s hand the hyena decided to see if he could push himself even further. Three of the blasts slammed into each of the Kemuri look a likes each in sequence would explode in giant cloud of black smoke. The smoke would be enough to have a small layer begin to form about four feet off the ground. While it would not due much now as the smoke began to settle it would in fact thicken creating a divide which would possibly come into play in the near future. In the meantime as the human leapt into the air Kemuri decided that it was time to take it up a notch. In the time it would take for the boy to bring about his attack Kemuri would push his power level to that of 140,000. Immediately the blast would be batted away with ease. At that point he would disappear from view once again. Using his zanzoken Kemuri would suddenly appear with his sword coming clear across the chest of the boy. This was followed up by Kemuri’s right hand slashing across what would be his abs. In one fluid motion his empty hand would come down hard as the claws of the Kage sank into the shoulder of the boy.
“Now tell me. What are you going to do…when an enemy won’t yield and is only here because he is toying with you?” Kemuri cackled as his fingers would continue to dig into the shoulder of boy. With a quick tug he would then launch the boy into the face of the Lookout with sickening force.
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Kami
Tien
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Post by Kami on Sept 11, 2014 22:18:12 GMT -5
Kami watched the battle begin to unfold with Kemuri and Saito. At the power Kaladar was he was going to of no help to Saito. He watched Kemuri’s moves with great intent as well as Saito’s. It was bothering him that he could do nothing, while everyone fighting for the safety of Earth. Popo was facing off against what used to be Jenn. Azazel was squaring off against Anri. When he looked over to Carla, she was fighting against bear. Everyone was doing something, while Kami just stood still watching Saito.
“You are doing very well Saito and you need to keep it up. I have been watching Kemuri’s movements and it seems he likes getting close. I suggest if you can try to keep him at a distance. It may seem like an obvious thing, but that is all I have come up with at the moment. What I am trying to see is the device that controls this collar.”[/i] Kaladar explained to Saito
The device was going to be the key to how this battle was going to go. Him and Saito needed to find this device to free the King and himself. There was no doubt that the device was with Kemuri. It had to be on his person somewhere. Kaladar was trying to locate a spot that Kemuri was purposefully trying to protect. If it somehow broke, Kaladar would instantly be able to help Saito succeed.
Kaladar watched Kemuri try to sink his claw into the shoulder of kit and no doubt throw him across the Lookout. Clenching his fist with anger Kaladar could do nothing but watching his future student get beaten.
“Saito I believe the device might be in a pocket on Kemuri’s coat. If you can try to shoot another spirit gun into both of his sides. You may get lucky enough and destroy it. If that were to happen, together we could take him down and help the others.”[/i]
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Sept 16, 2014 22:39:37 GMT -5
It had been a relatively effective maneuver. Saito had managed to avoid damage this time, completely destroying all of the Kemuri clones. This revealed a single other signature. Throughout their combat Kemuri had taken most literally no damage. He had avoided and blocked every attack that had been thrown at him. The first had been a physical strike that by all purposes should have struck him, but instead was met by a suspecting forearm. The second came in the form of a spirit gun from behind which had not only been immediately recognized, but also quickly destroyed by the opponent’s sharp blade. Finally, his spirit shotgun, the strongest attack in his arsenal had been batted away with ease, all by an opponent that shared his power level. It was truly mind boggling how Kemuri, being the same strength as Kit, was capable of dodging, countering, and blocking with such prowess and grace. It was clearly time to take a lesson from the book of his enemy and begin doing the same.
Saito after all had already taken a fair amount of damage in the fight. He had been sliced on his back, and then immediately had the wound painfully cauterized. He had been forced to use his Ki dash and knew that using it a second time would demand physical consequences. Kemuri however seemed capable of using his quick paced attack repeatedly without physical ramifications. Another advantage that Saito simply didn’t have. If Kemuri could use lightning speed at a whim without any drawback, he truly was just toying with Kit. Though in his focus state he was not so easily tricked. Kemuri’s power had spiked considerably but this would not end their fight, nor give Kemuri the devastating advantage he had been expecting. No, Kit held onto a solid seventy-seven percent of the dogs total power, and that meant he would still be able to keep up. That, paired with what Kemuri referred to as tenacity, would be enough to harm the bastard. No one could dodge forever.
From his superior position in the air it was simple enough to know where Kemuri was coming from. His power had spiked making him almost visible even through the smoke, no not visually but in a manner that Kit could never have explained. The sixth sense he had been taught by Sekai. The sense that all humans possess though few ever learn to use. He could feel the outline of the beast, every ounce of Ki that dripped from his hairy form. Every dark echelon of energy, from the initial basic power he had started with, to the increased energy it took to maintain a zanzoken, to the new level he had obtained in the seconds it took Kit to release his attack. Kemuri’s surprise attack was not nearly as surprising as he had thought, and Kit was able to twist himself to face the pup, his hands glowing once again in bright teal. It had been the same attack he had attempted against the basic ki blasts. It had been effective then and would appear to be effective once again. His pupils thinned as the base of his palm met with the side of Kemuri’s Katana. This had two points, the first was to deflect the blade and send it off course, which would be successful. Kemuri would not strike his flesh with the sword again, not this time anyway. The second purpose of this was to do something that Kit had not done in some time. He was attempting to break Kemuri’s blade.
Years prior, back at his father’s compound, he had done this. It had been an attempt to disarm the blade holder, and had actually caused the sword to break in half through the center of the blade. This would not make the blade worthless, as a sharp bottom half simply made it a short sword, through the piercing and distance advantage would be gone entirely. Kit had focused his entire strike into the sword and could only hope that it was not magically enchanted. Anything was possible with this new enemy, and if Kemuri’s blade was anything but normal Saito would probably find that his deflection had been just that, and the dog would still have his weapon intact. His hand, in the force and commotion would also strike at the dogs open palm, thus causing his ab strike to be redirected.
It was the second strike that Kemuri made that would be successful, though perhaps not in the way Kemuri had expected. He had thrown out his hand in order to grasp the warriors shoulder. Kit had instinctively moved his hand to catch the attack expecting it to be a punch. Kemuri’s open palm and curled fingers were not at all what the warrior had been expecting. The teal glow on his hands met with the nails, causing the beasts fingers to open slightly. Kit would catch the oncoming hand, but Kemuri’s overwhelming strength would push the warriors hand into his shoulders. He had avoided the drawing of blood, that much was true, but he was unable to stop the judo action that came next. After another condescending remark about the obvious the dog threw Saito towards the building off in the distance.
Saito flew like a torpedo through the air, his body making an aerodynamic sound to rival an airplane. Raising his arms up above his head, crossed, he would make impact with the first tower, his body being seemingly crushed by the now falling debris. The tower had been rather small, but Kit used the oncoming object to end his air raid with a collision. Though his arms now hurt, especially around the elbows, and his entire upper body ached with the rattle that came along with the impact, he had ultimately done very well in preventing further damage. Even his hand and shoulder seemed relatively put together. The beast sure did love drawing blood.
It was then that Kaladar’s words reached him. His acknowledgement of Kit’s struggle and the master’s inability to help. These were things Kit already knew. It wasn’t the Kami’s fault he was hindered, or maybe it was. Saito wasn’t sure what trickery Kemuri had used to trap the Kami, but he didn’t see himself falling into a helpless state like that any time soon. He was still stronger than the average human being, but their opponent was anything but ordinary. His strategy seemed to be on getting the collar off, and was just the reminder Kit needed to try and combat the brute. His focus had been entirely on defense at this point, and he had not been entirely unsuccessful, however Kemuri seemed to become annoyed with him and had powered up. If he continued to craftily avoid the beast he would only power further. Saito had to counter the creature, and combat him at the same time, and attacking him in the manner Kami had suggested was a great idea.
He had already pulled himself from the rubble, his arm breaking through first, and then sliding his body through the opening. From his standing position he had to question either Kami or Kemuri. One of them was not thinking the situation through. If Kaladar was right, and Kemuri did better in close combat, why had he thrown Kit such a distance away? Perhaps Kaladar was incorrect, and Kemuri preferred a fight from a distance and had only fought at such close combat because Saito had forced his hand. Either way, he wouldn’t wait to find out. His energy too began to glow. He could grow no stronger in a general sense, but he knew his attacks could be charged thanks to the young Brandon. The boy had inadvertently taught the man how to charge his attacks, and he would apply the energy to a specific technique. This would bring his power level even higher if only for the temporary use of the technique. This time however it wouldn’t be the spirit gun. He refused to fire it from such a long distance. Kemuri already treated the attack as though it were a simple Ki blast. No he had to use it on something stronger. He would begin the charge for what would be the most incredible Ki dash he had ever performed.
He was a considerable distance away from the being, and so his charge would be protected at least by distance. His spikey hair blew as the wind began to pick up. It had dried the remaining blood from his back, and the cool reminded him of the bruises forming on his arms. He would show the beast his cunning in battle as well in one excellent attack. It was all he could really do. The beast had seen all of his attacks, and none had damaged him in the least. So it was time to combine them together. A deadly combination that surely would at the very least leave the bastard naked of his gaudy outfit, and free of his controlling device.
Charge 1
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Kemuri
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Post by Kemuri on Sept 17, 2014 21:26:42 GMT -5
The boy did not truly understand what was going on. He was supposed to lie down accept the beating that was coming his way and just give in. Surely the Kage could find something entertaining for the boy to do after his will was broken. And while it was true they were close to the same power level the boy was a fool to expect his initial attacks to truly land decisive blows. Just as Kemuri, while he had confidence in himself, knew that not everything would find its target. Truly the only decisive blow to land for either fighter thus far was Kemuri’s slash when the fight first started. Otherwise both had taken minor damage from each other’s attacks.
While Kemuri avoided the initial attack, even with the surge in power, his attack was telegraphed and countered rather nicely by the young pup. He channeled his ki into his palms and then blocked the sword slash. Impressive considering the power difference but the boy could not avoid everything. While an attempt to catch the hyena’s hand proved to be futile the throw was satisfying. Kemuri watched with joy as the boy smashed into the tower creating a large cloud of debris. As he watched the boy stand there was just a slight hesitation as if something occurred that he had not been expected. Perhaps it was an injury that had snuck up on the boy. It was not unheard of but it was when he glanced downwards to check on the other battles that he noticed the way Kaladar was looking so intently at Kit.
“Really? The boy can’t figure this fight out on his own Kaladar? That is hilarious!” The hyena cackled as he continued to look down at the feeble guardian of Earth. “If he can’t fight without you strategizing for him then he does not deserve to be on this Lookout training.” The hyena cackled again.
It was at this point that he noticed the boy had returned to his standing position and was now charging ki in front of him. It was pointless to do as the Kage was more than capable of dealing with the charged attack. He playfully twirled his sword in his hand before his eye picked up something. The boy had not tried to catch the blade earlier as he had originally thought but rather tried to break it. While unsuccessful because of Kemuri’s ki being channeled through the blade it had cracked it. He would have to watch that as the battle progressed.
“What is the point? Just give up and I can find a nice little place for you in my palace. You could be court jester. I could even give you the pleasure of ripping your old man’s head from his shoulders as an opportunity to make it to be a normal entertainer.” Kemuri mocked. He brought his open hand up in front of his chest and fired off several blasts directly at Kit. If they connected they would do a decent amount of damage but nothing life altering. It was more of the fact that if Kit stayed where he was he was either going have to fire the blast which Kemuri doubted that it was truly that powerful or he was going to have to abandon the attack. In either case Kemuri was going to make out.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Sept 17, 2014 23:03:44 GMT -5
The dog had begun yapping yet again, this time criticizing Saito’s ability to strategize for himself. It was getting more difficult to ignore the mutts whining. Saito had heard other warriors talk trash before, but it was a first to be on the losing end of a battle that involved such verbiage. Usually a fighter who chose to talk rather than fight did so because they were at a severe disadvantage and wanted to anger their opponent. This was far from the case with Kemuri who held a commanding lead in their combat. The bastard was talking just to hear himself gloat. He held his own tongue, again finding that the mongrel didn’t deserve to hear his voice unless it was to announce an attack. He had spoken with Anri and Brandon during their combat, and in most cases Kit spoke to his opponent as a sign of respect and goodwill for the fight, but both of them knew that wasn’t what this was about. It wasn’t about goodwill and certainly wasn’t to better their art. Kemuri was no artist, he used his abilities as a tool. He used each attack as a means to an end. He had grown dependent on his energy and tricks rather than on the power that could come from a simple respect of the art. Because fighting was in fact an art, and Kit was a prime example of a martial artist.
The beast thought he was indestructible. He thought that only his attacks could actually land any level of critical forbearance. Saito’s feet began to tingle as the Ki reached his legs. He had only charged enough to improve the attack slightly, but in his eyes it would be more than enough. Kemuri was expecting him to use the charged energy to fire a blast, this was made apparent by the energy attack that quickly left his hand in a burst. The energy was meant to goad his attack into firing, or into having Kit release his stored energy, but neither would be taking place. Kit had not charged the attack into a meager spirit gun, he had put it into his legs. His Ki dash had already been used once, and Kit knew that another use of it would have consequences, but if he was successful the price he had to pay would be well worth it. If Kaladar was right, and the switch was on Kemuri’s person, Kit would ensure that it would no longer be hidden in a pocket. Kemuri would have no pockets left to hide it in. He waited until the second before the fiery blasts would make contact, and then disappeared. He had kicked off in a sprint, but it was no normal run. He had released his Ki Dash in a manner he had never done before. His skin tightened at the inertia present, the warrior was moving faster than he ever had. The release of the attack was vaguely measured at one hundred and seventy thousand of Kemuri’s powerlevel and would release Saito into a full run around the creature. Kit would use the sprint as a chance to run in a complete circle, only a few feet out from the creature. Undoubtedly Kit’s presence would become known, but even the beast Kemuri using a Zanzoken himself would be outclassed. The monster had raised his powerlevel to just above Saito’s, and he would regret this decision greatly. While they were now equal in speed thanks to the time Kit had been given to charge, Kemuri was at the slightest disadvantage and would not be given an opening, not by Saito. He would have to use his full force to push through the human.
After only a few seconds of the running Kit would activate phase two of the attack. His right hand glowing. This attack would not be charged as his speed attack had been, but the point was not to harm the monster, it was to attack him from all sides. His voice echoed loudly across the lookout due to the reverberation within the tunnel he had surrounded Kemuri in. He declared his attack.
“Shotgun!”
This would be the second application of the shotgun, and given the attacks used this far it meant that Kit would have only enough Ki to perform a few more techniques. He had exhausted a good number of his resources with this combination attack, but hopefully it would have some form of impact. The goal was to run so fast that his shotgun would fire from five different directions, each nearly point blank. Kit knew not all of the techniques that Kemuri had, but if he was in any way surprised by the cunning attempt, the blasts would fire on him from not two directions as Kaladar had suggested, but five. After the attack Kit broke his formation, beginning a solid run back towards the rubble he had been at, he enjoyed the distance it provided him and knew he would need it. Admittedly, he also wasn’t sure how he was going to stop. He had never ran this fast before in the Ki dash and his inexperience with it was about to show as he just chose to keep running rather than putting on an impossible break. The drawback of the attack would take effect regardless, and by the time he hit the rubble pile his right leg had seized in a painful cramp. His knee buckled, and the human fell forward, rolling several times. Finally catching his balance and sliding the remaining distance on his left sandal the artist reached down to sooth his reacting leg. He also found himself in a state of blurry incompetence. His remarkable combination had come at a significant price. He hadn’t even the mental capacity to look up and see if his attack had been successful. He needed a moment to recuperate and hopefully a recovering Kemuri would grant him that time.
Saito was not stupid, he knew the beast had yet more power unrevealed. His talking had not been a bluff and his confidence was far too real, but if Kit had injured him in any way, or more importantly damaged or revealed the triggers, he had done his job. The next step would be protecting himself from what would undoubtedly be a displeased retaliation. Kit had after all at the very least ruined Kemuri’s flashy outfit. Flamboyant idiots like Kemuri did love their clothing. Kit’s hair was still standing on end, and his muscles had not changed in size, though his breathing had picked up, and from his knee’s he certainly didn’t appear to be in the greatest position. The fight was drawing to its end whether Kit wanted it to or not. He hadn’t the energy reserves to continue fighting at such a painful pace. He could conjure perhaps one more good attack, and he believed that this energy would be vital to his survival. It was too soon to gauge the situation. He had to clear his head of the nauseating spinning, and view his enemy’s position.
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Kemuri
Yamcha
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Post by Kemuri on Sept 20, 2014 0:41:41 GMT -5
While Kemuri should have been paying attention to the fight that he had on hand with Kit the fact of the matter was that he cared little of the boy. He would be of no consequence when Kemuri actually focused and even now he was of little consequence. It was because of this that while he waited for the boy to finish charging whatever he thought would be effective Kemuri noticed two momentum changing events. The first was Delashano’s sudden power spike and the apparent disappearance of Mr. Popo’s energy signature. This meant that his genie was that much more powerful than that of Kaladar’s. The second was a sudden beam of energy shot from the hands of the bitch that his little mercenary had been fighting. The power behind that attack should have been more than enough to kill Anri definitively but to Kemuri failure was not an option. It was a crime to the leader of the planet, one punishable by death. It was because of this that he drifted to the edge of the lookout to look straight down as he felt Delashano’s power rising quickly.
“Delashano…Mahajenn…whatever you want to be called hear me now. I wish for you to follow the command word for word. I want you to make sure that Anri is dead, if he is not then kill him and then kill the bitch that he is fighting!” Kemuri boomed out as he held his hand close to his head so that the ring that his genie resided could hear him. Between speaking into the ring and yelling down to the fast climbing genie at a volume that almost anyone could hear there was little doubt that the wish had not been heard. Just as he had little doubt that the command would be followed due to the current wish and the prior wish which made the genie be at his beck and call. He was not going to perpetuate failure in his new administration, and Anri unfortunately found himself as becoming an example of that.
It was the action of making the wish that had caused Kemuri to completely lose his concentration on the fight that he was in. He heard the rush of the air from the boy before he saw him. As he turned he shouted out the name of his technique, a stupid habit to have, as five balls of energy leapt from his hand and at point blank range slammed into the Kage. His body was immediately engulfed in the resulting explosions and as the dust cleared it would be revealed that the left arm and shoulder of his outfit were completely disintegrated. His fur had been burned in several spots and a few small burns had become evident.
“I have had it!” Kemuri roared as an aura burst forth around him. He was no longer playing around and had gone to his full power. His eyes were able to catch Kit slowing himself to come to a stop. It was at this moment that Kemuri shot forward at top speed. As Kit came to a full stop his hand went to his leg to rub out what could have only been a knot that was forming. Due to the speed and this action when Kemuri would grab for his head the Kage was sure that there was nowhere for the boy to go. He may have recognized him at the last second and possibly even saw him but the fun was just about to start. Kemuri would grab Kit’s head and immediately slam it into the Lookout, dragging it across the tiled floor as he used Kit as a brake to stop himself. He would slam his head into the ground one more time with enough force to stun him if the attack hit. Spinning on his heel Kemuri would drive his cane sword straight through Kit’s knee effectively pinning him to the ground as the steel dug several inches into the Lookout’s floor. The boy was about to endure more pain in the next few moments before than he could have ever imagined.
Kemuri would circle back around till he stood just out of arms reach and looked down at him. “Now the fun begins pup.” Kemuri cackled as a small remote like device peaked out of his belt at the bottom of his destroyed robes.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Sept 20, 2014 3:07:14 GMT -5
It had been a most glorious moment. All of his skill as a warrior put forward in a display that Saito couldn’t help but be proud of. His attack had hit, and Kemuri finally looked more like a stray than a pure breed. His attempt to destroy the small trigger had failed, or at least Kit assumed as much. Kaladar surely wouldn’t be standing around watching the fight if he had his energy back. The success of his attack bore a new confidence in the warrior. His thumb rubbed gently into his thigh, working out the stress that had started. He would need to stray away from using his Ki dash again. It wasn’t much of a worry to the artist, as Kemuri appeared to finally be in some form of disarray. It was from this point, above the losing side, that Kit recalled what he had heard. He had been so focused on executing his attack that he never considered that Kemuri’s orders had actually been against his own kind. More importantly against Anri. His eyes widened. He and the alien had exchanged words and even a battle before this fateful encounter. He had fully intended to make good on his promise to battle the creature at full strength. Now that Kit knew what his full strength was he had even more confidence in the matter, and yet now it appeared their kinship would never blossom further. Kemuri, the traitorous bastard, had given Anri a death sentence, and when Az failed to carry it out he commanded the other of his warriors to do it.
“Unforgivable…”
The only word he could squeeze out before the monster was on him. It had been even faster than the Ki dash that Kit had put forward. The aura that had suddenly exploded from the demon was more than enough to dash the jolt of confidence that had been granted to him earlier. The dog had reached a level that Kit hadn’t even the time to calculate. Sekai had taught him how to read power levels, but this was… Mathematically the equivalent of…well…He couldn’t say. The sudden joy ride across the lookout had taken his attention away from it. Each break in the tile stung against the defenders head. Rather than continuing to scold Kemuri as he had intended, his words became muddled grunts, each one low as it was released into the palm of the dog, who had smothered his face. With all of the focus he could muster, which honestly wasn’t much, Kit tried to activate his Ki shielding. The moment it came up the dog stopped, slamming him into the ground in such a way that Kit had never felt. His head felt as though the pressure would cause it to explode. The Ki shielding prevented such a fate, but did little in the way of actually helping him. The resounding crash sounded more like a thud from Saito’s perspective, and as he was spun several times in place. His vision was already doubled from the heavy impact, undoubtedly causing him a concussion. Looking up he could see the beast, the left side of his body frayed and matted from his Shotgun’s blast.
Kit too had changed, for taking such damage had physically forced him out of his focus state. His body was smaller as the mass of muscles decreased. His hair fell, wet from the sweat of combat, and his eyes returned to the light blue they had been before. It dawned on the warrior that quite possibly…
He was going to die.
__________________________________________________ “Again!”
Try as he might, the blue haired wonder just couldn’t stand up to his brothers unreasonable standards. As the hundredth set can into play his arms fell to their side. The gravity, weights, and full day of training had been too much for the teen and the weight of the day finally hit him. It would only take another moment and Ethan would fall to the ground, buckling at the knees and then falling to his left. With a sigh, though not entirely of disappointment, Kit grabbed the boy by his right hand, and slung him over his shoulder. He would carry his brother down into the basement –he hated it down there, but it was safer-. Setting him down on the straw and stone bedding, Kit too sat down. It was exhausting being a teacher. Though he had only physically sparred with Ethan a few times, and the boy was not trained well enough to do any real damage, the focus he put into the boy was very real.
His chest rose, and then fell sharply. His body seemed pleased to be out of the gravity chamber. It hadn’t been Kit’s intention to torture the boy, and passing out from training wasn’t something that Ethan had ever done before. The exhaustion had been real, and Kit could sense it within him. He recalled the Crane Master’s diary, the one he had found those many months ago. It was still under the bed from his last read, and with his own body too lethargic to leave, he felt it would suit him to read it, perhaps aloud to the sleeping boy. His memories fixated on his own mother, whom had read him to sleep after a hard day of training. Granted Ethan was already a sleep, and the boy was far too old for bed time stories, something about reading it aloud was comforting for the blond. He started where he had left off.
Epilogue: My Legacy
It seems my final students have abandoned me. The world simply isn’t what it used to be. At one time, the art of combat was respected and cherished, yet now it stands here in ruin. There is a single man, one who through experience learned my techniques. I can only pray that his will brings my legacy to a full circle. He lives high above the sky, within a lookout of marble steps and glorious wonders. May he teach you more than I ever could. Be warned, only the most seasoned of veterans will survive upon the lookout. For both love and hate find its way there. To whomever finds this, I hope I have done a service. That my legacy might be salvaged through you.
Me? Saito had to read the paragraph over a few times before he realized the man had predicted his own demise. He had not known that Saito would find it, but had hoped he would. He had read the passage aloud to his sleeping brother, and now he was certain that he didn’t need to read it to him again. If this place was as dangerous as he warned, he would never want Ethan there. However it did sound like exactly the place for Kit to go and train. His muscles tensed at the idea that the old ways had not been lost with the master. If this new master really knew the old crane methods, he would travel there. He couldn’t tell Ethan where he was going. He couldn’t risk the boy going to a place he was ill prepared for. But how could both love and hate combine in a single spot. The man was probably just being poetic.
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“Gha”
His first audible noise in several seconds. The hound had driven his sword through the man’s leg and into the tile below it. He had selected the meaty portion just above the actual bone, which would mean a possible recovery -later- but certainly did nothing to help the pain. His eyes shut tightly, and opened again. The sudden pain had done one thing certainly, it had cleared up his double vision. The monster stood in front of him, clear as day. The sharp sting of his leg caused his breathing to pick up, and Kit knew the dogs next words were true. He intended to torture the boy. If Della was off to fight Anri it meant that Popo had fallen in battle, a pity that Kit had no time to stop and ponder on. He would mourn the genies passing once the situation was under control. And if Popo had fallen, it meant that Az had to face off against more than one opponent. He didn’t like their chances. Given the situation it was clear that Kemuri had every intention of torturing Kit for as long as it suited his fancy, something that Saito hadn’t the Ki or physical strength to prevent. Hate had overcome him on the lookout. Kemuri, a demon with no true purpose, had been far more than he could handle and it was only a matter of waiting for death.
Hope, however, was within arms reach. He could see it, hanging out of his coat pocket, a machine. It was unclear what the small object was, but if Kit had only one guess, he knew what he would bet on. It was obviously the trigger. Saito hadn’t destroyed it, but he had certainly made it visible. Looking up at the dog he squinted, knowing what he had to do. He didn’t have the energy to escape the punishment that was about to take place, and he certainly couldn’t just fire his spirit gun. He likely only had one left and at his current awareness and distance Kemuri would surely block it. He needed to be closer, he needed to make this personal.
“It…took the demon Kemuri this long to bring me down…how…pathetic…You couldn’t bring me pain if you tried…Kill me maybe…but you will never hear the satisfaction of my surrender…”
There it was. Kit had issued a challenge that he knew had serious consequences. He had just told Kemuri that no matter how much he tortured the man, he could not get him to beg for mercy, or for that matter death. Though this was entirely untested, he needed Kemuri to not only torture him, but do so on a personal level. Using long distance energy was certainly not a personal way to punish someone. He needed to get in close. The bastard had a sword, and with the sting of his flesh around the knee Kit had a feeling he knew what to expect. The beast was creative though, so what would come next was still unknown to the man. He knew one thing however. When the time came. He couldn’t fucking miss. His life depended on it.
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Kemuri
Yamcha
Pl: 100,000 Limitless: 500,000
Posts: 47
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Post by Kemuri on Sept 21, 2014 22:58:33 GMT -5
Each strike landed in such a devastating manner that it near destroyed the boy right then and there. Kemuri while enraged at the prospect of actually getting harmed by the boy was still somewhat calm and collected. This was most accurately shown when he drove his sword straight through the knee of Kit. While he was actually aiming for the knee cap itself he ended up driving it through the meaty part just above the joint. The Kage had been too anxious to get to the next part, the bragging, and in that moment over shot his intended target. It mattered little though as the human was at his whim. Either he begged for his life to end or it was going to be a grueling few minutes before he mercifully died. The boy’s eyes were betwixt between defiance and that of the realization that he faced the serious opportunity of death.
“It…took the demon Kemuri this long to bring me down…how…pathetic…You couldn’t bring me pain if you tried…Kill me maybe…but you will never hear the satisfaction of my surrender…” The boy bragged defiantly. Kemuri looked on unfazed in the least by the boy’s unfounded claim. He lived this long because he had allowed it not because he was of anything special.
“Surrender? While that is always nice I have something else that would be much more satisfying. I want to hear you scream for in utter pain. I want you to wish for the next few moments to end only to realize that you face the possibility of an eternity of this.” Kemuri said slyly as he walked closer to Kit. Then he would dart forward close to his maximum speed and through a kick straight at the human’s face. It was not designed to knock him unconscious but more so to whip his head back into tile flooring. When his head rose back up due to momentum that would be when Kemuri made his actual attack. His left hand would shoot out like a pointed blade in an effort to put his hand clear through the young human’s right shoulder. This would be followed up by a hard knee dropping down straight onto his chest. The idea behind the movement was to pin him to the Lookout in combination with his leg already being stuck. His right hand would wrap around Kit’s skull with his finger claws sinking shallowly into the boy’s scalp with his thumb hovering just above his left eye. “Watch closely pup. Cause this is one of the last few things you see clearly in your short pitiful life.” Kemuri laughed.
His thumb would immediately descend with his claw fully extended. The claw would pierce through the eye, possibly the eye lid as well depending on if the human closed his eye out of reflex. His claw would rupture through the outer most levels of the eye, through the cornea, bursting through the pupil and into his skulls severing the optic nerves. Kemuri would hold his claw in his eye for several seconds as he would no doubt enjoy the screaming of the boy before he ripped his thumb downwards in an effort to cut the a large gash down the side of his cheek. The gash would start from the eye socket extend all the way down to his lower jaw line. As this movement would occur his other fingers would scratch down the side and back of his head.
“Enjoy this pain because this is all you are ever going to know.” Kemuri laughed.
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