Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Mar 8, 2015 14:58:05 GMT -5
The new form of Ua, despite being a clone, radiated with an extreme power in front of Ninjin. How had his friend been hiding this form the entire time? Something with that much power… had this been the Ua that had fought within in the war? This was no doubt why the fans in the arena had been so shocked that Ninjin had been able to defeat the elephant demon, no doubt those that knew of his true power knew that it was greater than what Ninjin had been able to put out. Ninjin took in a gulp. A massive hand fell on Ninjin’s shoulder. The last person he had been expecting to see was the real Ua. The former prince let out a yell in surprise. Ua chuckled and turned. With a wave of his hand a set of Earth bleachers appeared, and their friends and those others gathered began filling in.
“Is good to be afraid. Healthy. Yasai is not wrong. Do not run from storm. Face.”
Ninjin nodded and turned back to Ua’s… form. It was scarier and more demonic than anything that Ninjin had ever seen. His power was close to that of what Invictus’ had been, and that had not gone over very well. That fight had cost Ninjin his life. There could be no doubt that Ninjin was stronger now, yes, but the fact remained that Ua, in this wild new form, was stronger. Ninjin fell into a fighting stance, but it lacked much of his usual confidence. Invictus had been leaps in bounds ahead of him. Look how that hard turned out. Aer Nin too, at the time, had been leaps and bounds ahead of him. Look at how that had turned out.
“YOU’RE NEVER GONNA WIN LIKE THAT KID!”
Ninjin heard Vil’s voice shout out from the bleachers and Ninjin nodded. His armor creaked and groaned as he tightened his fighting stance. No matter what had happened in the past. No matter how strong this new form of Ua’s was. He was Ninjin Hattori. There had never once been a time in his life when he had run from a fight. There was no way he was about to start now.
The demonic clone of Ua saw this and chuckled. Ninjin had fought Ua before, many times. The first being that he had had the pleasure of fighting in The Eternal Tournament had been Ua, and soon the two had grown to be good friends. Still, this new form of his looked at Ninjin with no hint of either friendship or mercy. Those four arms had proven difficult to get by when Ninjin had had the power advantage, now it seemed like there was no chance of that. What was the crimson Saiyan to do?
There would need to be a level that he hadn’t accessed before that he could get to. Without warning the demonic clone of Ua surged forwards and connected to the side of Ninjin’s head with a rough chop. The force sent him spiraling backwards and before his path of flight was done he had crashed through many good sized trees. The pain that came afterwards stung like thousands of needles had stabbed into the weak spots of his armor. With a thought he had just been able to get it on in time before Ua, if that thing could be called Ua, had landed with his attack. It had perhaps saved him from being impaled in any significant way, but didn’t prevent the trees from finding the joints of his armor.
With a roar Ninjin pushed himself into his Super Saiyan form. In the time it took for him to transform the demonic form of Ua was already standing next to him. It made an “hmmph” sound and then once again chopped Ninjin away. The force was mitigated by the former prince’s new found power level but it was still very clear that Ua was not messing around any longer. The demon meant to see if there truly was a level past Super Saiyan, and if Ninjin Hattori could reach that form. Ninjin staggered from the force of the blow but this time he was not flown so far away.
Ua’s leg came up and booted him roughly in the stomach. Ninjin took in a gasping breath, sure that he had just felt his ribs explode into his heart and lungs. This was heaven though, and he was not so weak a thing. The blow had taken him off of his feet and with a thud he landed a few feet away on is hands and knees. Ninjin roared and pushed himself further, trying desperately. Those looking on were in as much shock as the former prince himself had been. Ninjin spat blood spears at Ua, who simply brought up a hand and blocked them. They flecked his wrist guard but they didn’t seem to penetrate.
Ninjin roared again but was backhanded roughly across the mouth as he got to his knees. Everything swam before the former king’s eyes. This force was unlike one he had ever faced. Invictus had outmatched him sure, but Ua… Ua was beating him as though he were a small child compared to his demonic might. The crimson Saiyan’s body swayed but did not fall. One after another each of Ua’s hands backhanded him roughly across the face. The demon was toying with him, trying to pull from within him the storm. Ninjin attempted a roar but nothing came out but a whimper. If this was not Heaven, he surely would be here again.
“YOU CAN DO THIS NIN!” Vil yelled over at the injured Super Saiyan, but Ninjin could barely hear him over the ringing in his ears. The clone of Ua’s demonic form smirked and then raised two hands in the direction of the bleachers. Two purple orbs appeared and shot towards them, blowing them up and sending those watching scattering. This was Heaven, and there was no real danger but the sight of Ua attacking his friends cause Ninjin to start to rise. Ua turned back to look at him. There was something more inside Ninjin Hattori. All present could feel it. He just needed access to it.
“Push! Face storm! Do not run.” The real Ua yelled over at him.
The storm raged inside of him, but it seemed blocked by a layer of pain. There was more to it than just the physical pain. Buried there too was a deep emotional pain. He had first felt the storm inside himself when fighting against Akassa at the tournament. The anger that had been unleashed had been a fraction of the power that he now wielded. So weak was he then it seemed laughable to him now, but how they had felt like titans clashing. The things he had said… the actions that he had taken… and most despicably how he had won. They were from the storm. And then fighting Aer Nin he had felt it once more. How dare they attack his home?! There had not been enough power within him to fight her on even footing, instead he had to rely on Akassa to take the brunt of the fighting. It had been Aer Nin that had finished herself off, despite grievous injuries Ninjin had inflicted upon both of them. And then fighting Invictus it had been the same thing. Once again he had to rely on others to fight his battles and wait in the wings for a moment. It had not been enough and he had died. If only he had been able to access the storm. Perhaps none of this would have happened.
Ninjin stood. His fists clenched. The demonic Ua backhanded him across the face once more. Ninjin’s head twitched. The others gasped as his hair grew even blonder, almost pale. His muscles bulged and his mass increased. The clone of Ua took a step back. Ninjin’s head rose to stare him in the eyes. The demonic clone of Ua nodded. It once again punched out at Ninjin, but the demon’s fist sailed right through his afterimage. Ninjin chopped him roughly against the back of the head. Ua staggered but did not fall. Once again he turned. Black blood dribbled from his mouth and trunk. Ninjin raised his hands to his side and launched his shirishiri cannon.
“The storm.” The real Ua said reverently. The others had regained their composure from the destruction of the bleachers and were once again watching in awe. Ninjin had passed the level of Super Saiyan, that much was obvious to all gathered.
The shirishiri cannon cut through the clone of Ua and he exploded with tremendous force. Ninjin turned with a hand raised in triumph and was immediately hit with a huge right cross. Ninjin staggered backwards and was surprised to find that three Ua’s standing there, and one had just smashed him across the face.
“Master it.” The real Ua called out and Ninjin nodded. Look at what he had just done to one. Three would certainly be a challenge, but his new form should be able to handle it.
They came at once and it was all he could do to block. Three Ua’s was all more than he could handle and soon they had beaten him down into the dirt. It was the same thing all over again. Ninjin once again didn’t have the power. Once again he wasn’t enough. Once again the power within him wasn’t enough. The former prince let out a roar of defiance. No. He could do this. He was beyond Super Saiyan. Ninjin Hattori was becoming the strongest in the universe.
The Ua’s still stomped away, but the pain began to recede. Ninjin’s hands gripped the dirt of Heaven and he stood first getting to his knees and then his feet. The Ua’s punched away, but Ninjin’s body had increased in power. He had pushed past the Super Saiyan form.
He screamed loudly and his aura exploded all around him. The three Ua’s blew away in the force, shattered by it. He fell face first into the dirt, exhausted by the beating he had just taken. The demonic Ua’s had beaten the crap out of him, but they had helped him. Now he was more than he had been moments ago. He had surpassed the Super Saiyan form.
Pl please. Simulator and Heavy weights in effect.
Requesting Assj transformation.
Tech gained: Aura Explosion. A close-ranged master level technique. Ninjin screams and his aura explodes all around him in a thirty foot radius. This technique is only usable to Ninjin in Super Saiyan form or higher.
“Is good to be afraid. Healthy. Yasai is not wrong. Do not run from storm. Face.”
Ninjin nodded and turned back to Ua’s… form. It was scarier and more demonic than anything that Ninjin had ever seen. His power was close to that of what Invictus’ had been, and that had not gone over very well. That fight had cost Ninjin his life. There could be no doubt that Ninjin was stronger now, yes, but the fact remained that Ua, in this wild new form, was stronger. Ninjin fell into a fighting stance, but it lacked much of his usual confidence. Invictus had been leaps in bounds ahead of him. Look how that hard turned out. Aer Nin too, at the time, had been leaps and bounds ahead of him. Look at how that had turned out.
“YOU’RE NEVER GONNA WIN LIKE THAT KID!”
Ninjin heard Vil’s voice shout out from the bleachers and Ninjin nodded. His armor creaked and groaned as he tightened his fighting stance. No matter what had happened in the past. No matter how strong this new form of Ua’s was. He was Ninjin Hattori. There had never once been a time in his life when he had run from a fight. There was no way he was about to start now.
The demonic clone of Ua saw this and chuckled. Ninjin had fought Ua before, many times. The first being that he had had the pleasure of fighting in The Eternal Tournament had been Ua, and soon the two had grown to be good friends. Still, this new form of his looked at Ninjin with no hint of either friendship or mercy. Those four arms had proven difficult to get by when Ninjin had had the power advantage, now it seemed like there was no chance of that. What was the crimson Saiyan to do?
There would need to be a level that he hadn’t accessed before that he could get to. Without warning the demonic clone of Ua surged forwards and connected to the side of Ninjin’s head with a rough chop. The force sent him spiraling backwards and before his path of flight was done he had crashed through many good sized trees. The pain that came afterwards stung like thousands of needles had stabbed into the weak spots of his armor. With a thought he had just been able to get it on in time before Ua, if that thing could be called Ua, had landed with his attack. It had perhaps saved him from being impaled in any significant way, but didn’t prevent the trees from finding the joints of his armor.
With a roar Ninjin pushed himself into his Super Saiyan form. In the time it took for him to transform the demonic form of Ua was already standing next to him. It made an “hmmph” sound and then once again chopped Ninjin away. The force was mitigated by the former prince’s new found power level but it was still very clear that Ua was not messing around any longer. The demon meant to see if there truly was a level past Super Saiyan, and if Ninjin Hattori could reach that form. Ninjin staggered from the force of the blow but this time he was not flown so far away.
Ua’s leg came up and booted him roughly in the stomach. Ninjin took in a gasping breath, sure that he had just felt his ribs explode into his heart and lungs. This was heaven though, and he was not so weak a thing. The blow had taken him off of his feet and with a thud he landed a few feet away on is hands and knees. Ninjin roared and pushed himself further, trying desperately. Those looking on were in as much shock as the former prince himself had been. Ninjin spat blood spears at Ua, who simply brought up a hand and blocked them. They flecked his wrist guard but they didn’t seem to penetrate.
Ninjin roared again but was backhanded roughly across the mouth as he got to his knees. Everything swam before the former king’s eyes. This force was unlike one he had ever faced. Invictus had outmatched him sure, but Ua… Ua was beating him as though he were a small child compared to his demonic might. The crimson Saiyan’s body swayed but did not fall. One after another each of Ua’s hands backhanded him roughly across the face. The demon was toying with him, trying to pull from within him the storm. Ninjin attempted a roar but nothing came out but a whimper. If this was not Heaven, he surely would be here again.
“YOU CAN DO THIS NIN!” Vil yelled over at the injured Super Saiyan, but Ninjin could barely hear him over the ringing in his ears. The clone of Ua’s demonic form smirked and then raised two hands in the direction of the bleachers. Two purple orbs appeared and shot towards them, blowing them up and sending those watching scattering. This was Heaven, and there was no real danger but the sight of Ua attacking his friends cause Ninjin to start to rise. Ua turned back to look at him. There was something more inside Ninjin Hattori. All present could feel it. He just needed access to it.
“Push! Face storm! Do not run.” The real Ua yelled over at him.
The storm raged inside of him, but it seemed blocked by a layer of pain. There was more to it than just the physical pain. Buried there too was a deep emotional pain. He had first felt the storm inside himself when fighting against Akassa at the tournament. The anger that had been unleashed had been a fraction of the power that he now wielded. So weak was he then it seemed laughable to him now, but how they had felt like titans clashing. The things he had said… the actions that he had taken… and most despicably how he had won. They were from the storm. And then fighting Aer Nin he had felt it once more. How dare they attack his home?! There had not been enough power within him to fight her on even footing, instead he had to rely on Akassa to take the brunt of the fighting. It had been Aer Nin that had finished herself off, despite grievous injuries Ninjin had inflicted upon both of them. And then fighting Invictus it had been the same thing. Once again he had to rely on others to fight his battles and wait in the wings for a moment. It had not been enough and he had died. If only he had been able to access the storm. Perhaps none of this would have happened.
Ninjin stood. His fists clenched. The demonic Ua backhanded him across the face once more. Ninjin’s head twitched. The others gasped as his hair grew even blonder, almost pale. His muscles bulged and his mass increased. The clone of Ua took a step back. Ninjin’s head rose to stare him in the eyes. The demonic clone of Ua nodded. It once again punched out at Ninjin, but the demon’s fist sailed right through his afterimage. Ninjin chopped him roughly against the back of the head. Ua staggered but did not fall. Once again he turned. Black blood dribbled from his mouth and trunk. Ninjin raised his hands to his side and launched his shirishiri cannon.
“The storm.” The real Ua said reverently. The others had regained their composure from the destruction of the bleachers and were once again watching in awe. Ninjin had passed the level of Super Saiyan, that much was obvious to all gathered.
The shirishiri cannon cut through the clone of Ua and he exploded with tremendous force. Ninjin turned with a hand raised in triumph and was immediately hit with a huge right cross. Ninjin staggered backwards and was surprised to find that three Ua’s standing there, and one had just smashed him across the face.
“Master it.” The real Ua called out and Ninjin nodded. Look at what he had just done to one. Three would certainly be a challenge, but his new form should be able to handle it.
They came at once and it was all he could do to block. Three Ua’s was all more than he could handle and soon they had beaten him down into the dirt. It was the same thing all over again. Ninjin once again didn’t have the power. Once again he wasn’t enough. Once again the power within him wasn’t enough. The former prince let out a roar of defiance. No. He could do this. He was beyond Super Saiyan. Ninjin Hattori was becoming the strongest in the universe.
The Ua’s still stomped away, but the pain began to recede. Ninjin’s hands gripped the dirt of Heaven and he stood first getting to his knees and then his feet. The Ua’s punched away, but Ninjin’s body had increased in power. He had pushed past the Super Saiyan form.
He screamed loudly and his aura exploded all around him. The three Ua’s blew away in the force, shattered by it. He fell face first into the dirt, exhausted by the beating he had just taken. The demonic Ua’s had beaten the crap out of him, but they had helped him. Now he was more than he had been moments ago. He had surpassed the Super Saiyan form.
Pl please. Simulator and Heavy weights in effect.
Requesting Assj transformation.
Tech gained: Aura Explosion. A close-ranged master level technique. Ninjin screams and his aura explodes all around him in a thirty foot radius. This technique is only usable to Ninjin in Super Saiyan form or higher.