Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on May 20, 2015 22:52:31 GMT -5
The construction had finally finished on Ninjin’s new palace, exceeding all expectations in fact. The speed in which it had gone up in had been amazing, even to the Super Saiyan. Then again having control over metal certainly did help. The PTO headquarters and the palace had been separated into two different and distinct buildings, and both were nearing final stages of completion within Beta. Ninjin could help build the frame, but the rest of the work was up to everyone else. Still it helped when you had as many to command as Ninjin did, and had the funds of the PTO at your backing. Ninjin and Aella stood atop the skyscraper they had shared drinks upon and watched as in the distance the lights of the PTO headquarters began to flicker on. They were very close to being completed with all of the planned work. There were others gathered on similar rooftops to watch the lights turn on in the new building like advertised. Finally the large white PTO letters flicked on. There was a resounding cheer. With a gesture of his arm the emperor turned to Aella.
“New buildings, a breath of much needed air to Beta, the symbol of a fresh start for our empire. It is all going exactly according to plan, and I hadn’t had it planned out for very much longer than a few moments when I decided to take the throne. I have commissioned a new set of Emperor’s armor to be one of the first new projects for my R&D department of the PTO. I’m putting Zasham, William, whatever he’s deciding to call himself in charge of that department and on the board. They should get at it first thing in the morning, as the building will be ready to begin operations tomorrow.” There was no masking the pride in his voice as he looked out over the construction. As well the project had brought more jobs to Beta, and his people seemed to be prospering in this glorious new time in the universe. At least the people on Beta. Some parts of the rest of the Universe appeared to be a mess.
“It truly is a sight to behold.” She slipped her arm around his waist and stood next to him, staring out over the skyline of Beta. Though they had only known each other a short time, in Ninjin’s plethora of experience he had learned to not waste time. Aella meant something to him, he knew they had a very strong emotional connection. Ninjin felt a warmth settle into his chest. With everything that he had been through came a very unique perspective on the world, and though he had been to literal Heaven and seen the wonders of what was awaiting those that lived a good life, he found himself enjoying the current moment all the more because. That and Heaven was not a guarantee, even for those that found themselves good at heart. His son showed that…
The new PTO building was a sight to behold, and for the moment drove his darker thoughts away as they threatened to surface.
“It’s almost time.” He said after a long while, she nodded. The reason why he was doing what he was doing had not gone away simply because he had found new love. The pain that was within him was too deep for that, and she was not going to deny him his revenge, not that she could. Not that she would even want to. Those that understood what the church really was, understood how the universe really worked, they would be crazy to not want it gone. For too long the church had been allowed to run rampant over Ninjin Hattori’s life. Over the lives of countless innocents. Of countless people who had done nothing simply more than love a member of another race and make offspring, very symbols of that love. Or had done nothing more than been brought back from the brink of destruction. There was a time when his moral compass had been clouded, when he had had to make a decision between what he thought was right and wrong. There was no more cloud. Nothing to stand in his way of knowing exactly what must be done. The Church would die. All of it. His army, his strength would make sure of that. Now he had the strength of gods, and his vengeance would be reaped. Aella for all that Ninjin had told her of them, hated them too. Though truthfully she had only interacted with them briefly, and her hate was mostly borrowed from Ninjin. Still how could they want to hurt him like that, simply for existing? Would they hate her now simply for being with him? They would no doubt target her as well, but she was strong. She would fight them too. It amazed her how they could be filled with so much hate. That was what she truly despised.
“There are more preparations to be done. You still have not mastered all of the techniques within the Icejin journal.” [/color] Ninjin’s hand snaked up to his breastplate, where under the armor the journal resided. There was no way he was letting it out of his sight, not with the information contained within. Even with Aella. There were those out there stronger than her that could take this information, and she had agreed. She was right though, whether she was just trying to hold off on the war that much longer or some other motivation, she was right. The powers within the journal were his to master, and would help him a great deal in the confrontation to come. And there would be many confrontations. History had taught him that.
If it wasn’t one threat it was the next, and his power made him the largest threat this side of the galaxy. Taking over Beta, and the PTO, and announcing his Super Sayian status, as well as gathering the Iblisians to him, had no doubt been like shooting a very big and very bright flare high into the sky. Not to mention the contradiction to the very public funeral his sister had thrown for him when news of his untimely death.
That news had touched Ninjin. Maybe Akassa still respected her brother. As soon as he had been able to Ninjin had secured a video feed of the funeral proceedings and watched as they played out. Celeh as well had been given a funeral, and had been treated like a hero among the Saiyan people. Ninjin had been mourned greatly, though his death certainly had eased the transition into the leadership role for Akassa. When they met again, what would occur? It was one of the biggest questions that had been circling in Ninjin’s mind since his time in Heaven. When he had been in Heaven, when he thought that there was no way to come back, Ninjin had forgiven his sister for her actions. His parents were in Hell, so she had obviously made the right decision in executing them for their crimes. It astonished Ninjin how blind he had been to how terrible they had been, but that was another time, another life. What would happen now between he and Akassa, well that was up to the two of them. There was a lot of history there, a lot of emotions and trauma. Still she had given him a hero’s funeral. That was something wasn’t it?
News had spread quickly around the universe in any case. Not only was Ninjin Hattori not dead, he was amazingly strong and had taken over Arctic’s old positions, and had helped get rid of the mysterious leader of Alpha Prime named Prometheus Zex. There was to be no more hiding, but that wasn’t what Ninjin was interested in. The time for hiding had past. The time for needing to had past. He was interested in destroying the Church, and would need the power and help he could get. His trip to Mement Mor had shown that. His fight against the Cardinals aboard one of the UCOO’s flagships had taught him that. Especially if Warlock, mysterious leader of the church, was more powerful than the cardinals had been, which she no doubt was.
Ninjin motioned that he was heading towards the palace and Aella nodded. Together they touched off of the roof of the skyscraper and made their way towards the palatial compound.
They touched down at the front of the building and Ninjin stared up in wonder. It was everything that he was hoping it would be, and they had gotten everything right down to his exact specifications. It was a marvel what they could do in such a short amount of time with the technology that they possessed, and with the power that Ninjin possessed. The castle was a dream come true. When he had been younger he had jotted notes and ideas for his perfect castle. He had never been an artist, but had even tried his hand at sketching the thing out. Tsyuo would see the drawings and laugh and laugh. At the time Ninjin had thought his father enjoyed his work, now looking back he realized his father had been mocking him. Someday he would be king of the Saiyan people, or so he had always been lead to believe, Tsyuo would die eventually. His castle would be his own. Now standing here all those years later, here it was. It was in another life, and in another time, but here it was standing majestic before him. The people he was ruler of had changed, but the castle was what his younger self had imagined, though had added in some elements he had grown to love from recent adventures. Saiyan, Iblisian, and Icejin architecture had been used to create to work of art in front of him. The Emperor felt Aella’s hand slip into his.
“Care to explore?” She asked the same question he had asked her on their first date. Ninjin nodded and smiled playfully, then took off in a sprint. Aella followed closely behind.
They spent the next few hours running and flying all about the castle compound, combing over every corner and cranny. There were secret passageways, a space port, and a large section for his Imperial guard, and even more, some rooms that Ninjin had no idea the function of yet, but would no doubt fill with things. There was even a stable to keep all kinds of exotic pets. Ninjin had demanded that last bit put in. The Emperor had always had a soft spot for animals. His thoughts briefly turned to Truffle in the room, and the Emperor had to shake off the sudden sad feeling that threatened to settle in his chest. Once more he leapt into the air to continue exploring the expansive grounds. It was a great distraction, and Ninjin found himself able to laugh and enjoy the moment, despite what had happened too painfully recently. Despite that, not even Ninjin could sit around forever with hate and pain in his heart, it had not left, but he would not commit to misery. After long they sat in front of a crackling fire in the expansive library, Ninjin was transcribing his adventures into a book for histories sake. Aella was pouring over the Icejin journal with a fervor that Ninjin wasn’t sure he had seen from her before.
“This is unbelievable.” She said with great excitement.
“hmm?” Ninjin looked up from his writing and found the Icejin woman walking over towards him. She held the journal out in front of her and her eyes scanned over and over again without turning the page. She stopped and sat on Ninjin’s lap, much to his surprise.
“The information contained herein is fascinating. The history of my people that I never knew before. The history of the PTO. Some of it I’m not too proud of… Yet my people’s history helped shaped the entire galaxy as we know it.” Ninjin nodded along.
“See this row of characters here?” She pointed at the book and Ninjin was simply forced to smile and nod in ignorance. How did one even read this language? Forwards to back? Up and Down? Some sort of diagonal mixture? It was all lost to him, but seemed like a bunch of squiggles on a page. Still the Death Beam technique he had learned was no doubt the strongest in his arsenal, so he wasn’t about to complain.
“Liar.” She playfully shoved him. Then her face grew serious and she instantly had Ninjin’s full undivided attention.
“It translates to ‘World Ender’” Ninjin cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. What was she implying? World Ender? When he had been traveling to Mement Mor he had thought he had developed a technique that could do such a thing, but he had never been able to try it out in practice. In theory it should work, but perhaps this move made it easier. Could this proposed technique do so as well? Aella rose from his lap and walked out the door, leaving the confused Saiyan no choice but to quickly follow after her. Without another word, and with journal still in hand, she walked from the library all the way to the training room. It was large and white-walled, a virtual replica of the training room he had spent what must have been years in on New Vegeta. Stepping into the room instantly transported his memory to times in the distant past, in what felt like another life. Sparring with Conri Lane and discussing their plans for the future. That Ninjin had plans that this Ninjin knew were impossible. He had been exposed to universal truths that he could not deny. If Conri lane was the same, he would not like this new Ninjin, the one willing to do whatever it took. The universe was not black and white, but filled with shades of grey. Still when he thought back to what he had assumed he’d be doing, Ninjin honestly would not have said King of the Icejin and owner of the PTO at the time. Another memory flashed into his mind. Sparring with Akassa. The last time they had fought they had fought each other as equals and with respect. Still it had been before even fighting Aer Nin. Ninjin’s power then paled in comparison to what it was now and if Akassa had progressed as well… Still it gave him an odd feeling. Did he miss her? Or was it just longing for a time when things seemed simpler. No doubt the latter.
Standing in the middle of the training room was a familiar pedestal. On the pedestal was the familiar porcelain pot. A large hole was still very much in the center from where Ninjin had launched his first successful Death Beam attack. Ninjin turned to her and smiled.
“Haven’t I gotten Death Beam down?”
Aella stuck her tongue out at him and motioned with her head towards the pot. Ninjin raised a finger lazily but it was met with an ‘uh-uh-uh’ from the Icejin woman. Ninjin lowered his finger and turned back to face his female companion.
“One of the others then?” Despite himself there was a bit of excitement to his voice. They had yet to attempt either of the other techniques, but both were very powerful. It was just another step on his journey to completely mastering himself. And with these powers his move-set would have representations of each of the races in his empire. As well, they would be incredibly handy to have. Or so he could only assume by what Death Beam seemed capable of.
“This technique was used by the great PTO tyrant to actually destroy a planet. That’s why it’s referenced as World Ender, but it looks like its actual title it goes by is closer to ‘Death Ball’.”
Death Ball huh? First a Beam and now a Ball, these great Icejin from the past hadn’t been too clever in coming up with unique names had they? Still the force behind his Death Beam attack was astounding, and if Death Ball was anything like it, then it too would be a fantastic addition to his arsenal. Names be damned when they did the things that these techniques could do.
Ninjin pointed at the pot, making sure not to Death Beam it in the process.
“Am I destroying the pot?”
Aella nodded and then repeated the phrase that she had had him read from the journal before, though in the old language. Ninjin walked up to the pot and poked it, repeating the phrase in his mind like a mantra. Nothing happened.
Ninjin frowned and looked down at the pot. World Ender? That didn’t necessarily seem like something that he wanted to mess around with all willy-nilly, but if what Aella said it was the user’s power that mattered, not the actual technique itself. Still standing here poking the damn thing wasn’t working. The mantra didn’t seem to be helping and despite channeling his ki into his finger nothing happened other than the pot rocking on its base. Aella sauntered over to him and with her tail placed the journal in front of his face. There was a crudely drawn image of an Icejin’s solitary finger pointed upwards, a ball of red ki was drawn above it.
Icejin certainly were a showy bunch, but Ninjin wouldn’t have it any other way. There was certainly something to be said about theatricality and during his time as High-General of the Saiyan army he had learned that psychology was one of, if not the, most important part of a war. With a flurry he activated his ASSJ form and rose into the air. The pot threatened to be swept off of its pedestal due to the force of the transformation but Aella caught it with her tail. Ninjin floated in the air and raised one hand above his head. Then he channeled his ki into his finger. A Death Beam shot straight out into the ceiling, but was blocked by the reinforced structure of the training room. Ninjin ducked as a section of ceiling fell. Already he would need to get something replaced. Aella chuckled somewhere below him.
Ninjin set his teeth and focused. The picture in the book had a red orb appearing above the raised finger.
“If it helps, it says the technique can be performed with two hands instead to greater effect.” Ninjin docked that in the back of his mind for later. That would make it significantly easier to pour more of his ki and power into the attack, but first he wished to master the way that the kings before him had. If they could do it, certainly so could he. There had never been a king of Icejin quite like he, never before had one been so powerful.
Ninjin once again raised his finger into the air and channeled his ki into the tip of it. Slowly a miniscule orb of ki began to form. It was barely a centimeter in diameter.
“I don’t know if that’s quite it…” Aella spoke the words while trying to restrain her laughter. Ninjin shot her a glare and she mimed zipping her lips shut.
Ninjin began to pour more and more of his ki into it and suddenly it was the size of a beach ball above his head. Aella smiled when he looked at her.
“That’s much more like it.” She nodded again this time proudly. Ninjin opened his palm and took the energy there and then raised his other hand to match it, and with that one began pouring energy as well.
“Careful there shug.” The orb had expanded greatly just by simply taking it in both hands and adding his ki to it there. Ninjin bit the inside of his lip. Perhaps launching this blast at the pot below wasn’t the best idea. Slowly he let the energy dissipate. It would take some getting used to to master, but he had gotten the basics of the technique down.
“Again?”
Ninjin nodded and rasied his finger. Again and again until mastery. He would accept nothing less from himself.
Technique Acquired
Death Ball*: This is a small ball of energy which can be created from either the tip of the finger or with both hands. It can be incredibly destructive if used by a powerful fighter.
*This is a Master Level move.
PL please
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“New buildings, a breath of much needed air to Beta, the symbol of a fresh start for our empire. It is all going exactly according to plan, and I hadn’t had it planned out for very much longer than a few moments when I decided to take the throne. I have commissioned a new set of Emperor’s armor to be one of the first new projects for my R&D department of the PTO. I’m putting Zasham, William, whatever he’s deciding to call himself in charge of that department and on the board. They should get at it first thing in the morning, as the building will be ready to begin operations tomorrow.” There was no masking the pride in his voice as he looked out over the construction. As well the project had brought more jobs to Beta, and his people seemed to be prospering in this glorious new time in the universe. At least the people on Beta. Some parts of the rest of the Universe appeared to be a mess.
“It truly is a sight to behold.” She slipped her arm around his waist and stood next to him, staring out over the skyline of Beta. Though they had only known each other a short time, in Ninjin’s plethora of experience he had learned to not waste time. Aella meant something to him, he knew they had a very strong emotional connection. Ninjin felt a warmth settle into his chest. With everything that he had been through came a very unique perspective on the world, and though he had been to literal Heaven and seen the wonders of what was awaiting those that lived a good life, he found himself enjoying the current moment all the more because. That and Heaven was not a guarantee, even for those that found themselves good at heart. His son showed that…
The new PTO building was a sight to behold, and for the moment drove his darker thoughts away as they threatened to surface.
“It’s almost time.” He said after a long while, she nodded. The reason why he was doing what he was doing had not gone away simply because he had found new love. The pain that was within him was too deep for that, and she was not going to deny him his revenge, not that she could. Not that she would even want to. Those that understood what the church really was, understood how the universe really worked, they would be crazy to not want it gone. For too long the church had been allowed to run rampant over Ninjin Hattori’s life. Over the lives of countless innocents. Of countless people who had done nothing simply more than love a member of another race and make offspring, very symbols of that love. Or had done nothing more than been brought back from the brink of destruction. There was a time when his moral compass had been clouded, when he had had to make a decision between what he thought was right and wrong. There was no more cloud. Nothing to stand in his way of knowing exactly what must be done. The Church would die. All of it. His army, his strength would make sure of that. Now he had the strength of gods, and his vengeance would be reaped. Aella for all that Ninjin had told her of them, hated them too. Though truthfully she had only interacted with them briefly, and her hate was mostly borrowed from Ninjin. Still how could they want to hurt him like that, simply for existing? Would they hate her now simply for being with him? They would no doubt target her as well, but she was strong. She would fight them too. It amazed her how they could be filled with so much hate. That was what she truly despised.
“There are more preparations to be done. You still have not mastered all of the techniques within the Icejin journal.” [/color] Ninjin’s hand snaked up to his breastplate, where under the armor the journal resided. There was no way he was letting it out of his sight, not with the information contained within. Even with Aella. There were those out there stronger than her that could take this information, and she had agreed. She was right though, whether she was just trying to hold off on the war that much longer or some other motivation, she was right. The powers within the journal were his to master, and would help him a great deal in the confrontation to come. And there would be many confrontations. History had taught him that.
If it wasn’t one threat it was the next, and his power made him the largest threat this side of the galaxy. Taking over Beta, and the PTO, and announcing his Super Sayian status, as well as gathering the Iblisians to him, had no doubt been like shooting a very big and very bright flare high into the sky. Not to mention the contradiction to the very public funeral his sister had thrown for him when news of his untimely death.
That news had touched Ninjin. Maybe Akassa still respected her brother. As soon as he had been able to Ninjin had secured a video feed of the funeral proceedings and watched as they played out. Celeh as well had been given a funeral, and had been treated like a hero among the Saiyan people. Ninjin had been mourned greatly, though his death certainly had eased the transition into the leadership role for Akassa. When they met again, what would occur? It was one of the biggest questions that had been circling in Ninjin’s mind since his time in Heaven. When he had been in Heaven, when he thought that there was no way to come back, Ninjin had forgiven his sister for her actions. His parents were in Hell, so she had obviously made the right decision in executing them for their crimes. It astonished Ninjin how blind he had been to how terrible they had been, but that was another time, another life. What would happen now between he and Akassa, well that was up to the two of them. There was a lot of history there, a lot of emotions and trauma. Still she had given him a hero’s funeral. That was something wasn’t it?
News had spread quickly around the universe in any case. Not only was Ninjin Hattori not dead, he was amazingly strong and had taken over Arctic’s old positions, and had helped get rid of the mysterious leader of Alpha Prime named Prometheus Zex. There was to be no more hiding, but that wasn’t what Ninjin was interested in. The time for hiding had past. The time for needing to had past. He was interested in destroying the Church, and would need the power and help he could get. His trip to Mement Mor had shown that. His fight against the Cardinals aboard one of the UCOO’s flagships had taught him that. Especially if Warlock, mysterious leader of the church, was more powerful than the cardinals had been, which she no doubt was.
Ninjin motioned that he was heading towards the palace and Aella nodded. Together they touched off of the roof of the skyscraper and made their way towards the palatial compound.
They touched down at the front of the building and Ninjin stared up in wonder. It was everything that he was hoping it would be, and they had gotten everything right down to his exact specifications. It was a marvel what they could do in such a short amount of time with the technology that they possessed, and with the power that Ninjin possessed. The castle was a dream come true. When he had been younger he had jotted notes and ideas for his perfect castle. He had never been an artist, but had even tried his hand at sketching the thing out. Tsyuo would see the drawings and laugh and laugh. At the time Ninjin had thought his father enjoyed his work, now looking back he realized his father had been mocking him. Someday he would be king of the Saiyan people, or so he had always been lead to believe, Tsyuo would die eventually. His castle would be his own. Now standing here all those years later, here it was. It was in another life, and in another time, but here it was standing majestic before him. The people he was ruler of had changed, but the castle was what his younger self had imagined, though had added in some elements he had grown to love from recent adventures. Saiyan, Iblisian, and Icejin architecture had been used to create to work of art in front of him. The Emperor felt Aella’s hand slip into his.
“Care to explore?” She asked the same question he had asked her on their first date. Ninjin nodded and smiled playfully, then took off in a sprint. Aella followed closely behind.
They spent the next few hours running and flying all about the castle compound, combing over every corner and cranny. There were secret passageways, a space port, and a large section for his Imperial guard, and even more, some rooms that Ninjin had no idea the function of yet, but would no doubt fill with things. There was even a stable to keep all kinds of exotic pets. Ninjin had demanded that last bit put in. The Emperor had always had a soft spot for animals. His thoughts briefly turned to Truffle in the room, and the Emperor had to shake off the sudden sad feeling that threatened to settle in his chest. Once more he leapt into the air to continue exploring the expansive grounds. It was a great distraction, and Ninjin found himself able to laugh and enjoy the moment, despite what had happened too painfully recently. Despite that, not even Ninjin could sit around forever with hate and pain in his heart, it had not left, but he would not commit to misery. After long they sat in front of a crackling fire in the expansive library, Ninjin was transcribing his adventures into a book for histories sake. Aella was pouring over the Icejin journal with a fervor that Ninjin wasn’t sure he had seen from her before.
“This is unbelievable.” She said with great excitement.
“hmm?” Ninjin looked up from his writing and found the Icejin woman walking over towards him. She held the journal out in front of her and her eyes scanned over and over again without turning the page. She stopped and sat on Ninjin’s lap, much to his surprise.
“The information contained herein is fascinating. The history of my people that I never knew before. The history of the PTO. Some of it I’m not too proud of… Yet my people’s history helped shaped the entire galaxy as we know it.” Ninjin nodded along.
“See this row of characters here?” She pointed at the book and Ninjin was simply forced to smile and nod in ignorance. How did one even read this language? Forwards to back? Up and Down? Some sort of diagonal mixture? It was all lost to him, but seemed like a bunch of squiggles on a page. Still the Death Beam technique he had learned was no doubt the strongest in his arsenal, so he wasn’t about to complain.
“Liar.” She playfully shoved him. Then her face grew serious and she instantly had Ninjin’s full undivided attention.
“It translates to ‘World Ender’” Ninjin cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. What was she implying? World Ender? When he had been traveling to Mement Mor he had thought he had developed a technique that could do such a thing, but he had never been able to try it out in practice. In theory it should work, but perhaps this move made it easier. Could this proposed technique do so as well? Aella rose from his lap and walked out the door, leaving the confused Saiyan no choice but to quickly follow after her. Without another word, and with journal still in hand, she walked from the library all the way to the training room. It was large and white-walled, a virtual replica of the training room he had spent what must have been years in on New Vegeta. Stepping into the room instantly transported his memory to times in the distant past, in what felt like another life. Sparring with Conri Lane and discussing their plans for the future. That Ninjin had plans that this Ninjin knew were impossible. He had been exposed to universal truths that he could not deny. If Conri lane was the same, he would not like this new Ninjin, the one willing to do whatever it took. The universe was not black and white, but filled with shades of grey. Still when he thought back to what he had assumed he’d be doing, Ninjin honestly would not have said King of the Icejin and owner of the PTO at the time. Another memory flashed into his mind. Sparring with Akassa. The last time they had fought they had fought each other as equals and with respect. Still it had been before even fighting Aer Nin. Ninjin’s power then paled in comparison to what it was now and if Akassa had progressed as well… Still it gave him an odd feeling. Did he miss her? Or was it just longing for a time when things seemed simpler. No doubt the latter.
Standing in the middle of the training room was a familiar pedestal. On the pedestal was the familiar porcelain pot. A large hole was still very much in the center from where Ninjin had launched his first successful Death Beam attack. Ninjin turned to her and smiled.
“Haven’t I gotten Death Beam down?”
Aella stuck her tongue out at him and motioned with her head towards the pot. Ninjin raised a finger lazily but it was met with an ‘uh-uh-uh’ from the Icejin woman. Ninjin lowered his finger and turned back to face his female companion.
“One of the others then?” Despite himself there was a bit of excitement to his voice. They had yet to attempt either of the other techniques, but both were very powerful. It was just another step on his journey to completely mastering himself. And with these powers his move-set would have representations of each of the races in his empire. As well, they would be incredibly handy to have. Or so he could only assume by what Death Beam seemed capable of.
“This technique was used by the great PTO tyrant to actually destroy a planet. That’s why it’s referenced as World Ender, but it looks like its actual title it goes by is closer to ‘Death Ball’.”
Death Ball huh? First a Beam and now a Ball, these great Icejin from the past hadn’t been too clever in coming up with unique names had they? Still the force behind his Death Beam attack was astounding, and if Death Ball was anything like it, then it too would be a fantastic addition to his arsenal. Names be damned when they did the things that these techniques could do.
Ninjin pointed at the pot, making sure not to Death Beam it in the process.
“Am I destroying the pot?”
Aella nodded and then repeated the phrase that she had had him read from the journal before, though in the old language. Ninjin walked up to the pot and poked it, repeating the phrase in his mind like a mantra. Nothing happened.
Ninjin frowned and looked down at the pot. World Ender? That didn’t necessarily seem like something that he wanted to mess around with all willy-nilly, but if what Aella said it was the user’s power that mattered, not the actual technique itself. Still standing here poking the damn thing wasn’t working. The mantra didn’t seem to be helping and despite channeling his ki into his finger nothing happened other than the pot rocking on its base. Aella sauntered over to him and with her tail placed the journal in front of his face. There was a crudely drawn image of an Icejin’s solitary finger pointed upwards, a ball of red ki was drawn above it.
Icejin certainly were a showy bunch, but Ninjin wouldn’t have it any other way. There was certainly something to be said about theatricality and during his time as High-General of the Saiyan army he had learned that psychology was one of, if not the, most important part of a war. With a flurry he activated his ASSJ form and rose into the air. The pot threatened to be swept off of its pedestal due to the force of the transformation but Aella caught it with her tail. Ninjin floated in the air and raised one hand above his head. Then he channeled his ki into his finger. A Death Beam shot straight out into the ceiling, but was blocked by the reinforced structure of the training room. Ninjin ducked as a section of ceiling fell. Already he would need to get something replaced. Aella chuckled somewhere below him.
Ninjin set his teeth and focused. The picture in the book had a red orb appearing above the raised finger.
“If it helps, it says the technique can be performed with two hands instead to greater effect.” Ninjin docked that in the back of his mind for later. That would make it significantly easier to pour more of his ki and power into the attack, but first he wished to master the way that the kings before him had. If they could do it, certainly so could he. There had never been a king of Icejin quite like he, never before had one been so powerful.
Ninjin once again raised his finger into the air and channeled his ki into the tip of it. Slowly a miniscule orb of ki began to form. It was barely a centimeter in diameter.
“I don’t know if that’s quite it…” Aella spoke the words while trying to restrain her laughter. Ninjin shot her a glare and she mimed zipping her lips shut.
Ninjin began to pour more and more of his ki into it and suddenly it was the size of a beach ball above his head. Aella smiled when he looked at her.
“That’s much more like it.” She nodded again this time proudly. Ninjin opened his palm and took the energy there and then raised his other hand to match it, and with that one began pouring energy as well.
“Careful there shug.” The orb had expanded greatly just by simply taking it in both hands and adding his ki to it there. Ninjin bit the inside of his lip. Perhaps launching this blast at the pot below wasn’t the best idea. Slowly he let the energy dissipate. It would take some getting used to to master, but he had gotten the basics of the technique down.
“Again?”
Ninjin nodded and rasied his finger. Again and again until mastery. He would accept nothing less from himself.
Technique Acquired
Death Ball*: This is a small ball of energy which can be created from either the tip of the finger or with both hands. It can be incredibly destructive if used by a powerful fighter.
*This is a Master Level move.
PL please
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