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 Nov 21, 2014 22:56:03 GMT -5
Little is more dejecting than looking yourself in the mirror and seeing less than you did before. It was a motel bathroom several miles from where the lookout battle had taken place. Survival was his only reward. Certainly he could have stayed to train with Kaladar. Saito had after all stood in his defense, even lost his eye over the ordeal. But he couldn’t stomach it. Being on the lookout burned him even more than the stinging sensation of losing his own eye. Kaladar hadn’t done anything wrong, but Saito had never paid such a price for his bravery before. It still hurt from time to time, the sting of his face, from the lip to his left eye. His body had physically recovered, but mentally, the thought of it…
He couldn’t sleep. His mind had been poisoned by the event. The pain so severe that it haunted him in his slumber. He had just stepped out of the poorly maintained motel shower, wrapping the towel around his waist he couldn’t help but look himself over. First was the searing scar across the middle of his back. Almost a perfectly straight line with his vertebrate. Kemuri’s first attack. It may not have scarred had it not been cauterized so quickly after. It ran from the nape of his neck down to his waist line, roughly a half inch in width. Though this scar was the hardest to see, Saito always knew it was there. Occasionally he felt the burning, but he knew that too was his imagination. The second scar was a few notches down, below the towel at his knee. It was a small scar, one hardly noticeable. Roughly an inch long and half inch wide. It was where the bastard’s sword had pierced his leg. Kemuri had severed a nerve, and now the warrior walked with the faintest limp. It hadn’t impeded his ability to fight, or move quickly, but if someone were to pay attention they would note his choice not to put weight on it. This too was mostly psychological as his leg had healed fine, but the reminded of the pain from stepping caused the limp to permanently manifest on him.
His shoulder was an entirely different case. Kemuri had somehow forced his hand through the fighter. He had broken the shoulder bone in the process and severed several of the warrior’s nerves. The fact that he could still move his arm was remarkable, and the remaining scar was relatively unnoticeable, which surprised him even further. He was a lightly tanned individual, however the spot Kemuri had dug into the skin was white as snow. It had grown back in a manner that looked natural, yet was discolored. Of course his shoulder was the least of his worries. The reason Saito had taken refuge where he couldn’t be found was the other mark…It was his eye. The final strike that would end their combat came after Kemuri so callously removed his eye. No, removing it sounds too surgical. Kemuri had shoved the tip of his nail into the sensitive flesh, and turned it. He moved his paw around ensuring that the eye could no longer be salvaged, and then ran the remnants of it across his face in another visible scar. By the time he was finished the eye was still inside the socket, however it had ceased to be a solid form, and was now a gel of what used to be a functioning organ. What seemed worse was when he had healed, the eye had not healed with him. Instead it had ceased to exist. The hole where his eye had been was gapping, as though the man were a skeleton. The skin and hair remained, but seeing the darkness of his eye socket was too much.
Grabbing the sink violently with both hands he leaned in, throwing up for what must have been the fifth time since the incident. He knew the visual made him sick, but he couldn’t help but look at himself. He had to see himself, he had to look. It seemed unreal what the bastard had done to him. His seizing stomach finally quieted. The relief had caused Saito to forget he was still holding onto the sink, which had begun to leak from below due to the pressure of Saito’s force. The human had grown exponentially in power. If his brawl with Popo had increased his power slightly, his combat with Kemuri had put him in an entirely different league. Had Anri been alive surely Saito would prove a fair contest for him now. Hell he could even see himself going up against Kemuri again and going a little longer…No, that thought wasn’t positive. Kit knew one day he would face Kemuri again. No not the true Kemuri, but his presence. Evil knows many hosts, and the idea that another Kemuri was out there caused him to shiver, and finally break the fragile sink.
He had taken everything from the fighter. His eyesight, his will for combat. He couldn’t even return to the dojo for fear of what Ethan would say or do. How could he explain to the boy that he had fought a demon with whom his power simply didn’t compare? How could he explain the sacrifice he had made for a man he hardly knew? For the warriors who were present. It was all Kemuri’s fault. He had arrived and fucked up all of his plans. He was going to train, become stronger, and become a sensei. How dare that mutt ruin his plans?! Saito was a simple man who had never done wrong by another, so how could he be treated so disrespectfully. His dignity, along with his eye, seemed to have vanished. He knew in that moment what had to happen. He had to take from Kemuri the way Kemuri had taken from him. Perhaps his final funding for the Dojo could be found within Kemuri’s old hideout. His Castle.
His own clothing had been destroyed in the combat, and so with what little money he had, Saito had purchased some street clothing. He rather liked the look. It covered his chest entirely with several buckles and loops. The leather kept his skin warm from the recent change to fall, and what seemed even better was the shoes. He had purchased a pair of boots, which would be the first time his feet were ever completely covered by something other than a sock. He figured if someone were to be kicked by him now, the shoe would only make it hurt worse. Having nothing to cover his eye with, he simply tore his old pants, creating a rag that he would tie diagonally across his face. Crude, but it would suffice.
Hopping on his old Harley, the warrior was off, off to the location he knew the castle to be. It would take him several hours to arrive there, but the drive was nice. Saito had found his body unwilling to participate in many harsh physical activities. He was of course wearing his weights, he could hardly feel their presence now. Though he remembered the rush of taking them off. He must have been twice as fast the moment he removed the weights. It was similar to the feeling of using his inner focus. His body felt the immediate relief, and although Saito couldn’t feel it now, he would certainly feel it once they were no longer burdening him. His bike had broken several times in the past before Kit figured out a frame that could hold his body along with the weights. The small Harley had gotten a little bigger, and was very noticeable on the streets. Saito too must have been a sight with his equally biker clothing and bloodied eye cloth. He didn’t care about their stares, nor about the speed limits of the streets he drove on. His reflexes were far too honed to cause him any harm in the way of a vehicular accident. He could have flown to the castle. He had worked out his flight so that while it wasn’t particularly fast, it was stable, and flight allowed him the ability to move in a straight line, something the streets could not provide. He had left in midday however his arrival was met by the setting sun. The castle certainly was something to behold. It wasn’t as medieval as Saito had been expecting, it was much more like a very large house. He could see how someone would call it a castle as its size nearly demanded the title. Suddenly the idea of striking down Kemuri’s home felt less realistic than he had originally thought. His eye squinted in a sudden rage at the monsters pompous home. If the creatures castle was big, Saito would simply need a bigger blast. His arm extended outward, his finger pointing at the very tip of the castle. He would start from the top, blowing it to pieces if he could. The orb at the tip of his finger yet again felt stronger as he prepared to fire. His hair stood on end as the static finally reached him, his rage bringing together the final effort needed to pull the attack together.
With a swish the spirit gun flew from his fingers. So loud in fact that Saito hadn’t even heard himself utter the incantation to summon it. Though he had said it. The attack was growing stronger with each battle he was in. Though this time it was a one sided match as Kemuri’s home had no one to defend it.
Or at least that is what Saito believed. For how could he have known the true owner of that castle…
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Post by Fuhrer King Buraddori (NPC) on Dec 7, 2014 23:39:31 GMT -5
Since the end of Kemuri’s little reign the Fuhrer had been caught in nothing but undoing what his former advisor had done, reevaluating ministers that were put in place to see if they were in fact loyal to Kemuri or the throne of Earth in general. It was tiring and frankly more of a pain than it was worth. Burradori had left most of the clerical work up to his advisor over the years and now to completely uproot everything that had been done was a daunting task. With all that was happening it left the leader of Earth tired and in that moment he returned to his personal residence within the complex. (The palace looks something similar to Versailles)
As he descended into a chair that over looked the street just beyond the lawn the Fuhrer began to think on everything that had happened. His battle sense had seemed to dull, his wisdom faded and his age seemed to be creeping up on him. He was not the same young mind that had taken to battling the once maniacal ruler Vector for the control of Earth. Burradori had risen up to fight what the android had begun to do to the people, his cruelty began to expand and his bloodlust seemed to grow. Going to Kaladar the two orchestrated a revolt of roughly half the army to take on the robotic ruler. For the next four years the two sides had battled fiercely until Kemuri joined the side with Burradori tipping the tide of the war forever. Within the fifth year of combat Burradori was able to meet Vector on the battlefield for the final time. The two clashed and danced but eventually the android fell to Burradori and the fate of Earth changed that day. He had freed the people from the android’s tyranny.
But now with Kemuri planning a successful coup it was only through the grace of a select few and Kemuri’s arrogance that he was able to return to the throne. His mind danced with thoughts and the one that continued to come to his mind was that it was time to turn over the leadership of Earth to those he cared so much for, the people. He wanted to give them the ability to choose their own leader for the first time in the history of the planet. It was time for a new generation to take over just as he had done many years prior.
His peaceful rest was cut short as he saw a ball of energy beginning to form and then in an instant fire. It was beyond anything that a normal human could do and posed an immediate threat. Without a thought the King burst to well over 500,000 and launched from the window with sword in hand. A single quick movement cut the energy ball in twain and sent out a small explosion around the impact. It did little to affect the King but put him on alert. He was never one to hold back in a fight and that was even truer now after Kemuri’s coup. He landed on the lawn with his eyes fixed on the source and his sword pointed outward. Any warrior with half a brain would recognize this as a challenge to stand before the King. It would be seen if the warrior was too much of a coward to do so.
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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 Dec 8, 2014 3:36:55 GMT -5
Saito had thought that a release of his rage into a spirit gun would quell his inner turmoil. That perhaps just an expelling of his energy would end his mental suffering. No, in fact that is not what happened. Immediately after firing Saito noticed something undesirable. People. For some reason the man had failed to account for the obvious civilians who were in the building. Yes he was down an eye but anyone with even the slightest inclination to look could clearly see people inside. What’s worse is Saito had in fact seen these people, but not really thought of them as innocent until after firing. The warrior knew not what to think anymore. These people very well could have been direct henchmen of Kemuri. Then again they were probably just civil servants. Intriguingly the two men on the property who had witnessed the fall of Kemuri were now contemplating the same thing. Whom could they trust?
Clearly not one another as the King broke through his own window in an attempt to stop the blast from reaching the keep. This was a resounding success as the explosion shook the tree leaves from several street corners down, though caused relatively no damage to the king or his home. Suddenly Saito felt stupid, and the humiliation he had felt on the lookout simmered back to his face. It was a heat, only missing the smell of iron from the blood that had molded to his face that day. By the time the king had landed Saito had pointed his finger downward and towards the king, though not charging a blast. He had no intention to hurt the king, and frankly couldn’t if he tried. He hadn’t considered that the King was in fact the owner of the building, thus meaning that even though Kemuri had been there, it had been the Fuhrer’s home all along.
The juxtaposition was unbelievable. The men shared many similarities. Most noticeable was the eye patch on the Lords left eye. Saito had nothing but a dirty rag to cover his own brutalized socket, and they mirrored one another. Saito had lost his right eye in the conflict, and the scar that ran down his cheek was very visible, though the top was covered by the rag. The rush of wind from the King’s descent died down, and the large man pointed his even larger blade at the warrior whom had threatened his building. Obviously he was looking for a fight. That however, was not an option.
“Just get it over with”
He choked out. Other than the muttering of his own incantations, Saito hadn’t spoken much to anyone over the last several days. Ever since the events on the lookout he had done little more with his voice than scream into the mirror, or during his night terrors. His one remaining eye was dark with red from the lack of sleep and torment. His arms slowly fell to his sides, dropping the gun pose and standing only a foot from the blades tip. He stared at it, knowing that a slice from it would hurt just as fiercly as anything Kemuri had done. But Saito had seen the King callously mow down their enemy. He knew that any death from Buraddori would be quick. The man was not sadistic.
“How could I not have known the two of you shared a home. It doesn’t matter anyway, It was bound to happen sooner or later”
Even Saito wasn’t completely sure what he was talking about. The words felt right, and left his throat in a raspy haze. Sleep deprivation had clearly caused him to speak unclearly, but there was truth to what he said. He couldn’t keep living the way he was. Hardly eating or drinking, and almost never sleeping. His body was weak and his mind was in tatters. It was only fitting that the King kill him just as he had done to Kemuri. The Lord had not yet spoken to Saito and it was possible he didn’t recognize the man. At the time of the battle his scars had been covered in blood and not nearly as visible. His eye was an open socket with no cloth protecting it from gazing eyes, and his facial hair had been trimmed the day earlier in anticipation of meeting Kami. Today he was no such man. His face hiding the shame of defeat with a used shower rag, and his scars shining brightly, covered only by the blond stubble that was now covering his mouth and chin.
“I don’t even know who I am”
His final confusing words to the man before silence. He couldn’t even think of what else to say. He had obviously done something wrong, and thankfully the king had been there to stop it. Saito didn’t know the man. He had only met him the one time and for what seemed like only a few minutes. How could he possibly determine what would happen next.
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Post by Fuhrer King Buraddori (NPC) on Dec 10, 2014 19:04:23 GMT -5
A boy floated down in front of him. His head heavy, his shoulders sagged and his body worn down. The King had seen people like this before and usually there were a few reasons for an appearance like this. The first being that the person was homeless which did not seem like a possibility based on the appearance of his clothing, yes they were run down but they were not street level rundown. The next reason was that this person was simply not all there in the head which was a possibility but Burradori’s instincts were telling him this was not the case. The third and final possibility was that this man was a veteran of some kind of conflict and was suffering from a form post-traumatic stress disorder. Fuhrer had seen this all too many times after the war with Vector here on Earth amongst his former soldiers. This one seemed to fit especially since he had a bandage wrapped around his head from what appeared to be an eye wound.
When the man stood there ready to accept his fate that he somehow did not initially realize was possible it was a bit shocking. Perhaps the man wanted to die and couldn’t bring himself to end his own life. It was pathetic to see a fighter like this and part of the King wanted to just simply strike to end the man’s suffering. But after everything with Kemuri and the chaos he inflicted had taken its toll on the leader. Because of that he simply lowered his blade and eased his stance.
“Stand up. If you have any pride as a fighter and a man you will straighten up. I will not tolerate such a pitiful appearance in my presence.” The Fuhrer ordered with a strong tone. The first rule about breaking someone of this cycle was to do just that, break it. Burradori only remembered the young man vaguely as the one that had thrown the fit on the top of the Lookout after the death of Kemuri. Fuhrer had never quite seen a breakdown like that after killing someone. He took off before the King had ever said a word to the boy. To see him here like this was a sad fact.
“You are one of the heroes of this planet right now. You stand before her leader, one that you helped restore, and you act like this?” Burradori growled out of disappointment. He needed to get his act together.
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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 Dec 13, 2014 19:32:50 GMT -5
The King’s position appeared to have changed. Perhaps it was the pathetic attitude that Kit was sporting, or maybe he simply didn’t want to put forth the effort. Whatever the reason, it was followed by a familiar scolding. His words took the warrior back to the days of his youth, and the words of his father. Though he was a man that Saito could no longer trust, his father would always be the man who raised him. Though now the words felt empty. He was standing before the king, so what? He was a hero of Earth, hardly. What the Lord said felt fake. Not to say the man was lying, no he exuded truth and confidence, but telling a lie you believe to be true is still a lie. It had worked slightly however. Though not at full attention, Saito’s shoulders had perks up a bit, a natural reaction to the command.
“What should I act like?”
The King certainly didn’t know Saito. He hadn’t been there to watch the fight, nor had he ever met the man prior to the events that had transpired. He had no way of knowing that this attitude was out of character for him. If anything the young warrior had always acted more like the King. Confident, in control, and at times brutally powerful. Kemuri had robbed him of these virtues. He felt no confidence, nor control. He certainly didn’t feel powerful in the least. Everywhere he turned a new warrior was there to cause him harm. If anything he felt weak. Useless.
“The dog took everything from me.”
Again, not particularly poetic. The fact that he could only see out of one eye was still nauseating to him. He looked at the King, and couldn’t stand to make eye contact. Even though the two mirrored one another when it came to visual injuries, it still felt strange looking at him through half of the area he once covered.
(Sorry work has been killer. Wanted to get this out today!)
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Post by Fuhrer King Buraddori (NPC) on Dec 17, 2014 0:20:11 GMT -5
The boy was acting like a pitiful broken shell of a man. It was infuriating to watch what was probably a once proud warrior act as if he was a new born that had its pacifier taken away for the first time. The boy had lost a fight and paid the consequences for it. Burradori had lost many fights before in his life. The consequences? The loss of his left early on in the war against Vector when he was outmaneuvered by the android and then there was the countless of scores of soldiers that died fighting battles that turned out to be hopeless. There was more blood on the King’s hands indirectly than the boy could ever realize and yet he had not broken down like this. He had thought about it early on in the war when it was appearing that his forces were going to be systematically routed and his rebellion crushed. But he had to persevere knowing that too many lives hung in the balance. The boy had to see the entire picture.
Taking several steps forward the King would stand only mere inches from the boy. His sword was still drawn but down at his side. People like this proved to be erratic at times but he had little worry about what he would do.
“The dog took everything from you? Then why do you still draw breath now? He obviously did not take everything from you because you are still alive.” Burradori growled. “You have not seen what it is like to have everything taken from you. I have watched scores of men die on the battlefield when I was fighting to free this planet from the clutches of Vector. Those were the men that have lost everything! You lost one battle and an eye. I have lost countless battles and an eye and yet I lead the population of Earth into the future with all of their lives on my back!” The King yelled this time sending small specks of spit in the boy’s direction. It was infuriating to watch this man just stand here like his life was over.
“You ask how you should act, I will answer that when you answer to me what you are doing here today? Did you come to try and steal generations of artifacts, art and history from the Earth population like a common thief? Did you come here today to forfeit your life because you cannot do it yourself? Or did you come here to try and take the throne of Earth for yourself like my closest advisor had just done to me? If it any of those options I will be more than happy to show you what it means to take everything from you!” The King said as he took a step back and put the point of his sword just an inch away from his heart.
“If it is none of those then get your act together and act like a man. The dog tried to take everything from you but failed. Now spite him in death and prove you can move past the bastard’s actions. Spit on his memory and proclaim to the world you are the same as you were before and you are unwavering in that conviction!” The King roared. A crowd had begun to cluster around the fences that were a hundred yards away safe from any danger. The King may have been tired but he would still be their strong, caring and protective leader until he stepped down, no matter what.
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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 Dec 20, 2014 1:41:03 GMT -5
The man's words were hard. They were hard in both tone and in emotional truth. Kemuri had done much, and given the opportunity the beast would have killed him, but he didn't. Nothing had really changed in terms of what Saito could accomplish. His life from this day forward could have become a series of trivial events. Getting a regular job, teaching mediocre martial arts, and never letting what happened on the lookout take form in his mind. He could become the master of the crane and open up an unnecessary shrine to the old way of life. He could bring back the art of combat. The truth was he couldn't ever do that. Combat was not the art he had so long thought it was. Combat was a harsh reality, and in a time of peace it became sport. Saito didn't feel much like playing.
All of his feelings of dread and self-pity seemed too hard to shake. The King was not eloquent in his wording either, speckles of raging spit finding their way to Saito's unkempt facial hair. He was being reprimanded like a child, and undoubtedly he deserved it. Had his spirit gun hit its mark it would have killed everyone in the heart of the building. The king had been swift and brought the raging ball of energy to a quick end. The same as he had done to the demon Kemuri. His fists clenched tightly as the desire to spit came and went, his face contorting slightly, and then releasing the saliva onto the ground, just to the right of the warriors. He was still silent for a moment after the wetness left his lips, but after a moment to process his most barbaric action yet, he rose his head to meet the gaze of the King, whom was still poised over him. His figure was that of a bear. Saito could see things like that. Spirit animals were not difficult to find in human beings, and the Fuhrer had a very ursus quality about him. Saito had attacked his home yet, but even more so he had appeared to be attacking the very throne that the King sat upon. Worse yet he appeared to be doing what Kemuri had done only a few months ago. That wasn't it.
Saito could feel his own spirit animal rising up within him. One he had been unable to pinpoint. He had tried to find it within him, and yet whenever he felt the stirring of it, he was at a loss for what the creature was. It was brave, and loyal, with a fire burning within it that was unmistakable, but it was no creature he had ever encountered before. Whenever he felt the injustice of evil, it burned within his chest, a fire unlike anything he had ever seen. And as Saito looked into the Grizzlies eyes, he felt his own animal return to power. As if his spirit animal had simply needed an awakening. His eyes began to fill once more, tears that would never fall, but remain glossy over his hazy eyes. His nose curled, and his mouth opened to reveal his quivering jaw. Not out of fear, or sadness, but finally out of anger. He was staring into the eyes of the protector of Earth, and it occurred to Saito that the Fuhrer was doing the same.
Several birds had come to gather in the field. Saito had not noticed their arrival. Drawn undoubtedly by his sudden flow of power, they had begun to chirp around him. He heard their encouragement. The birds seemed to have left him, or rather he had left them. He had run from them on the lookout and now he had returned. They were praising it. Kit's chest rose, and his shoulders set back, his posture improving as several ravens perched themselves on the gates, blending in nicely with the darkness. Though they were not alone. Even for the late hour the blue jays had summoned their forces, beginning to fly feverishly around the two warriors. Any onlookers would undoubtedly be awestruck by the site, and the King would no doubt make the final connection. It had been Saito all along whom had sent for him. It had been Saito whom had broken the seal that Kemuri had placed on him. And now, finally, it was Saito Kito who stood before him.
"This will Never happen again."
He snarled. It was clear what he meant. Kemuri had threatened the very livelihood of the entire planet. A concept that had escaped the young warrior until now. His aura had picked up, though not in an offensive manner. It swirled around him in a light teal picking up his hair and lifting the birds around him, almost empowering them as well. It shone brightly illuminating the grassy lawn and the two strong men. He had fought the demon of sorrow, and finally come out victorious. Now however came a different beast. Saito couldn't possibly stop this from happening again. Not yet anyway. His right hand rose, his fist still clasped tight. The birds began chirping so loudly it was almost difficult to hear him speak. The King would hear him though. He would feel it.
"Help me to never fail her!"
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Post by Fuhrer King Buraddori (NPC) on Dec 23, 2014 0:54:17 GMT -5
Birds seemingly appeared out of nowhere and made an absolute ruckus around the two strong warriors. The thought of having all of these birds on his perfectly manicured lawns doing as they pleased annoyed the great leader of Earth. He was not one to show his own true interests very often but his lawns were one point of pride. It was the ultimate show of order and rank with all of the blades of grass perfectly arranged so that they formed the pristine picture. To have these birds picking at his lawn and leaving their droppings on it was not something that the Fuhrer wanted to entertain. With a flare of his own power, dwarfing that that the boy had just released, the leader sent the birds scattering away into the sky.
A small smile pulled at the corner of the leader’s mouth as his power returned to its resting state. The boy seemed to have snapped out of whatever was going through his head. Looking back was the only way you would ever get trapped in memories. To move forward was the only way to get stronger and that was what the leader wanted him to do. He needed to keep moving forward and keep his eyes up to the sky. Lowering his blade to his side once again the Fuhrer relaxed a bit.
“I appreciate the help when it came to Kemuri’s infernal device. The dog really did get what he deserved in the end,” Fuhrer trailed off as ‘good’ memories of Kemuri flashed through his head. The Kage had been a genius and had taught Burradori much, it was just a shame that his ambition had gotten ahead of him. In time Kemuri may have actually succeeded Burradori as King of Earth. But now in his death he started events to hand the power to the very body that he despised; the masses. “Stand before the masses stronger than you ever have before and prepare for the future. You may not know this yet but I am turning over the leadership of this planet to the people. They shall, for the first time in history, choose their own leader. I need strong people not only running for the office so this planet succeeds but also people that help support the system. There will be many challenges to this new government both foreign and domestic. What I want from you is either to step into the spotlight to lead this world or support it from just beyond the light so it does not come crumbling down. It is up to you.”
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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 Dec 23, 2014 19:57:00 GMT -5
Again dwarfed in power level, Saito failed to feel the shame of it this time around. The King had not done it to humiliate him, and by the way he squinted at the birds it was clear they were his target. A few had stayed nearby, but not one dared to touch the property. No the Fuhrer had made it clear, the bear was uninterested in thier chirping. The birds weren't necessary, Kit didn't need the support. It was remarkable how his mood had shifted from a complete one eighty. Only a few seconds ago he had felt hopeless and lost, and now, even as the King explained in greater detail the need for his presence, he felt determined. He nodded slowly, registering each word he said. The idea that this man would no longer be King wasn't exactly a shock to Saito, not that he had seen it coming, but rather he had never known the King to begin with. A month ago had he heard the news that a king was even in existance, and so his shock could not possibly have exceeded the minor apprehension he had. It was clear that there were many out there whom would go to great lengths to obtain the position of King. Kemuri had lost it all in his lust for power, how many countless others would do the same.
Actually the bomb drop seemed to increase his desire to grow. As he recalled the cowardice of Alex and Carmen. The foolishness of Bear and Carla. The death of Anri and Azazel. It was clear that the King was right. Earth had few warriors capable of defending her. Della had saved the warrior, and perhaps could be called on, but as far as Saito knew she had equal intention to destroy the place. Showing up with Kemuri, and then fighting with two of the Earth's saviors was rather confusing, and she was not a reliable card to hold as far as the Crane warrior was concerned. With that said, he couldn't in good consiounce allow the King to remove himself from his position without someone capable holding onto it. Saito moved his eye to the right, a quick tell that he was thinking. Then after a moment to contemplate the King's words he responded.
"I am no King my Lord, nor do I desire it. But what kind of man would I be if I allowed millions to go unprotected. I will serve any righteous being who holds the title of Fuhrer, and defend the title from those unworthy of it."
Saito had never been one to judge good from evil so quickly, and surely if the Fuhrer could be fooled by Kemuri, Saito could have the blanket pulled over his eyes, but he would try. He would try to learn the political games, and he would certainly try to protect anyone who needed it. A King would be no different. His concern was with his own training. The warrior had not attempted to resume his combat training, but without his left eye he was certain that his hand to hand combat and aim would be off significantly. Frankly he had no idea how to fight with one eye. He had done it blind before, but that always came with severe drawbacks. Fighting with only half of his previous sight was not the same, and even if he was at his best, he had proven to be less than the bastard Kemuri. How could the Fuhrer trust him at his current state of power. He implored further, speaking again.
"Buraddori, I would ask that you take me under your wing. If only for an hour a day. I require much more knowledge and training if I am to be of any use here in the capital. I have never been involved in a conflict of this magnitude and it would be foolish to walk into it blind."
He scowled a bit. The sight pun had been unintentional but almost immediately recognized. Hopefully the King would agree to some form of education. Saito would fight creatures of Kemuri's level in the future, that much was certain. But he was certainly ill prepared to do it now. He wanted to step up, it was obvious he needed to. He wouldn't abandon his school, he would instead use it as a training ground. Earth had an Army, but she lacked any defenders who could effectively fight back against the forces that be. He would build that army. And it would start with Saito Kito.
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Post by Fuhrer King Buraddori (NPC) on Dec 29, 2014 0:04:41 GMT -5
Perhaps it was for the better that Saito Kit was not the one to step up to the mantle of leader of Earth. He made a mental note as to figure out what that position would be called after Burradori stepped down, perhaps something over lunch in a few days with the council tasked with starting to lay the groundwork. The boy seemed promising but Burradori doubted whether he would be able to handle the pressure of being the leader of Earth after witnessing this. That was not a slight but more an observation. As hard as it was to handle battle it would require someone who was able to make decisions and be fully aware that those actions could bring about serious consequences. The fact that Kit was willing to stand just outside of the spotlight but defend Earth was still a noble act.
“Young man it would be possible to train you. For an hour every two days but no more. I have much to do. I am attempting to construct a new government that has its power vested in the people of Earth. It is taking much more time than you would think.” The Fuhrer stated with a slight twirl of his wrist. “But I will not train someone that is like you in his current state. Unshaven, unbathed and reeking of not only pity but also of last week’s breakfast. Go get yourself cleaned up and return in a week’s time maybe then you can show the pride that you showed when fighting against Kemuri.”
The King looked Kit up and down. There was potential there yet. It was just a matter of cleaning up the diamond in the rough. The people that would be returning to Earth, as he knew there were several that were unaccounted for, would help reinforce it but out of them would have to arise a leader, one that called Earth together under one banner with pride and dignity. Burradori did not want another tyrant on the throne but he would also not stand in the way of the will of the people. This was the reason why he needed to bring all of the allies together. Through their combined force hopefully Earth could remain on a path of peace and prosperity. Burradori was building his legacy here and Kit would play a part, he just needed to rise to the occasion.
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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 Jan 1, 2015 21:10:27 GMT -5
A smile, the first one he had been able to muster in a long time. The fuhrer accepted his terms. He would swear to protect the good name of the position that the King left behind, and in return he would receive the training he so badly needed. He required training not only in swordsmanship, but in his own self defense as well. Fighting with one eye was not easy, and he needed a teacher who could help him come to terms with it even faster. Even only meeting three or four times a week, he would absorb everything he could. An hour was a perfectly long training, and Saito was disciplined enough to practice on his own time. This relationship would work well, and Saito felt less like an ashamed child, and more like a man. Though the Fuhrer's comments about his needing a shave were accurate and a little embarassing. The fighter chuckled and rubbed over the stubble on his face. It was time for a change in appearance. His shaggy long hair, and scratchy chin were unappealing both to others and to the warrior whom had always enjoyed a crisp appearance.
"I will come back tomorrow. This man you met today has gone from this world and the next."
Saito however would not return the next day. Little did he know that after leaving, and finding a bed, he would sleep for several hours, verging on an entire day. Though he was not intentionally lying to the Fuhrer. Turning he noticed the crowd that had formed around the fence line of the property. His bike was firmly behind them all, and he hardly had the charisma or desire to speak his way through any of them. His legs tensed for a moment and then he was off, his body flashing quickly up and over the crowd. Of course Buradorri would have no trouble seeing the feat, but to the onlooking crowd it would appear the man had up and disappeared. That was the way he liked it, no need to explain himself to them. Saito wasn't a politician and he never would be. He could however play a role behind the scenes. He would wear that badge with honor. He would walk his bike around the block before starting it, again to keep attention on the courtyard and not on himself. Though the many birds that had left the King's property were slowly fluttering back to the surrounding buildings to find him. Truly they shared in his new upbeat nature. They too were happy to see the saddened Saito up and moving again. Their energies were intertwined, and it was that bond which would see Saito to great power.
(Exiting thread. Zeni)
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Post by graderr on Jan 5, 2015 22:01:59 GMT -5
Saito: 1,657 zeni awarded Buraddori: 923 zeni awarded
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