Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jun 24, 2013 21:45:34 GMT -5
Ninjin clicked a button on the front panel of the computer attached to his wall. He knew the numbers by heart, all Saiyans knew of the numbers for the palace, though few had the authority to call the place, and even those who did rarely had reason good enough to call the Hattori children. Ninjin's purpose was clear in the front of his selfish mind. The tournament. He needed to get stronger, the Hattori family needed to get stronger. The weak link in the family in Ninjin's mind was Akassa. Though she was power-level wise on par with Ninjin, her weak blood was something that would forever hold her back from her true potential. The victory would go to one of the Hattori brood, but it would be Ninjin Hattori, and barring that, Leke.
The recorder started, Ninjin wanted to leave Leke a message for his brother to find and make his way to the training hall. He would not allow them to be weak come the tournament and a Saiyan could always be stronger.
"Brother, meet me in the training hall in fifteen minutes. We need to prepare for the tournament. This is an order." He pressed the button to send the transmission and turned from the console cape swinging behind him as he walked out the door. His bother would meet him there. They would train for the tournament and get stronger. And then He, Ninjin would win.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jun 27, 2013 22:59:13 GMT -5
Leke lay awake on his bed when his transmitter rang, surprising him. He was not expecting anything today - who could be trying to reach him? When he flipped over to that side of the room and pressed to open the transmission, he found that it was from Ninjin. His elder brother was trying to prepare him for the tournament. The youngest prince cracked his back and noted how sore he was from his intense training the day before. That weird thing the inventor gave him was really a tough cookie. It kept getting stronger as Leke struck it harder, giving him more and more resistance with each strike. In turn, he had to get stronger and more precise with each hit to make the bag wobble before learning and strengthening its defenses. It honed his ability to strike with strength and grace at the same time.
Leke suited up, having only been dressed in simple clothes before, with his Royal red tights. He had learned from Akassa not to train with his armour, for it would just limit his ability to take hits in a fight because he was not used to the damage going through the suit. It made sense to him, so he just stayed with the tights and exited his room. He quickly made his way to the training hall in a five-minute run, needing to make up time.
All in all, Leke was three minutes early when he walked into the training hall. The place was gigantic, reserved for only the Hattori and a select few others. Ninjin stood in front of Leke.
"So, brother," he said bowing as he entered. His older brother was a higher rank than him and should be respected as such. "How are we preparing today? More training?" he wondered, though he thought that Ninjin might have other plans. Akassa already sparred with him - that ended in Leke being whooped after putting up a decent fight but not a good enough one to worry his sister - so perhaps that is what Ninjin wanted to do as well.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 15:58:44 GMT -5
Ninjin looked up as his younger brother arrived in the training hall. He was dressed in his combat gear, good, the crown-prince smiled. His brother was fully aware for what was about to happen it seemed. It amused him as Leke bowed to him, something that well yes inflated his ego, but wasn't entirely necessary from his royal brother. He would expect it from Akassa, or any of the other Saiyans on the moon outside of the royal family, but he had a special fondness for his brother.
"Well... I had been planning on sparring yes, but from your tone it seems as if you don't want to. And here I thought you were a true Saiyan warrior." The older brother said teasingly. He had indeed been planning to spar, testing his brother as they hadn't sparred together in a long while. The demands of being the highest ranking Saiyan officer aside from his father was taxing on the crown-prince's time.
Ninjin fell into a fighting stance and landed a light and teasing blow on his brother's shoulder.
"If you don't feel like sparring we can go get some dolls out of your room and play tea-party, I'm sure that would prepare us for the galactic tournament just as well." Ninjin danced around his brother shadowboxing, landing blows an inch away from Leke's body. He was sure his teasing actions would convince his brother to spar with him.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 16:16:22 GMT -5
Leke winced as his brother told him spiteful words. Was he saying that he was weak? The youngest prince, like his brother, would never back down from a challenge, not even an impossible one. A spar would do both of them good: Leke to gauge his abilities to his brother, and Ninjin to test just how strong his "little bro" had gotten. Who knows, maybe even be surprised.
Leke watched his brother shadowbox, throw punches at Leke that came within inches of his face and body. Flinch, he did not. That wasn't in his vocabulary. In one particularly slow fake punch, Leke turned his body and grabbed the fist with one hand. With the opposite leg, he spun again towards Ninjin and launched a sideways kick as fast as he could. Hopefully, he could catch his brother off guard. He didn't think that was likely, so Leke then engaged him with a series of quick punches and kicks to start off the spar.
In a fight, Leke did not speak as much as his elders did. They liked to gloat a lot; Leke preferred to let his actions do the talking.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 16:33:01 GMT -5
The gloating and teasing had had its desired effect. Leke had had enough of it and grabbed one of Ninjin's particularly slow punches a speedy kick landing with a thud against Ninjin's armor, the shock going trough the armor and into his ribs. Ninjin let out a sound that was a combination of "oofh" and a laugh. His younger brother was ready for the spar it would seem, his ire amusing the crown-prince. He brought his arms and shins up to block the flurry of punches and kicks that Leke had launched at him, the spar beginning fast and with no more talking.
Of course there would be more talking and gloating from the older Hattori, he wanted to see what his brother was truly capable of, and the best way to see what a Saiyan was capable of was to piss him the hell off.
"Good kick, though the rest of the blows were predictable." Ninjin ducked out of the way and quickly got behind his brother, bringing his hands together and aiming to bring them down upon the back of his brother's neck. Should the blow hit it would be quite a shock to the younger's system, jarring him and perhaps leaving him open for more blows. But that wasn't the goal of Ninjin, he wanted to see what his brother was capable of. He would need to be strong for the tournament, and mercy certainly wasn't going to be given by those involved.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 16:41:06 GMT -5
Ninjin's only response to his kick as a laugh. That only irked Leke even more. He had put a bit of power into that one; even if he wasn't at full power, Ninjin should have at least felt it. A vein bulged on his forehead in anger as his attacks were all blocked. In the commotion, Ninjin disappeared and Leke could sense his power behind him. Thinking quick, Leke, instead of turning about and facing his adversary who was much quicker than him and probably was aimed to strike, put his hands behind him as fast as he could and sent a ball of ki backwards with as much power as he could muster in only a split moment. That was the only time he had available, so it was not a strong attack, but it would be unexpected or at least distract Ninjin enough to put Leke out of danger.
Frontflipping and performing a 360 in the air to face his brother and give himself distance, Leke assumed a battle stance, an offensive one. An evil grin appeared on his face as he blasted forward at his brother, raising his power to the maximum to give him as much speed as possible in one kick that was aimed at his armor-plated stomach. Afterwards, he would power down again.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 16:56:15 GMT -5
The hammer-fist Ninjin had attempted wasn't blocked like he had expected, but rather a blast of ki caught him square in the chest and sent him flipping backwards, his already injured ribs screaming out in pain. He would never admit that his brother's kick had done its work though, the laugh a cover. The blast had done its job as well, blocking the attempted strike and weakening the core of the crown prince even further. Ninjin's face flashed a grimace, but only for a second before smiling again and laughing once more. His brother had landed all the blows in this combat so far, but it wouldn't stay that way for long.
Leke executed a graceful flip and spin and assumed a battle-stance, one similar to his own. The evil grin that flashed over his face nearly took Ninjin aback, it so resembling his own it was eerie. His brother's power flashed up to it's maximum as he charged forward, a kick faster than Ninjin could react to slammed into his weakened core and the crown-prince flew spinning away, crashing into the wall. For the first time in the fight he did not laugh. He staggered to his feet, the look on his face one of anger. His rib-cage was on fire, no doubt one or more broken from the three attacks that had hit in the same location.
Leke's tactics impressed him, aiming repeatedly at the same area on an opponent was a good way to weaken and slow them down. The younger brother's power impressed him as well, at some point his brother had grown into a powerful young warrior without his realizing.
"That was impressive. But it won't be enough to keep me down." Ninjin's power flared up to it's maximum, and momentarily the pain in his side was forgotten. He rushed forward with tremendous speed and aimed a backhanded chop at the neck of his younger brother.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 17:39:45 GMT -5
Leke was surprised that his tactics had thus far worked so far. He hadn't even planned on injuring Ninjin to the extreme that he had apparently done. Perhaps he had already been weakened prior to the fight. Or he didn't know his own strength. Still, Ninjin was now pissed and powered up. Leke quickly sensed his power, knowing it to be well higher than his own, even at full power.
Well f- Ninjin chopped straight into Leke's chest, because the latter had jumped up slightly to try and avoid major throat damage, and sent him flying into a wall, cracking it and the younger Prince sliding to the floor. What strength, he thought as he struggled to raise himself. His chest heaved out and in as he barely breathed. The wind had been knocked from him, and that blow could have cracked a rib or worse. He felt immense pain in his chest. Ninjin was this strong? So out of his own league? Leke cursed himself for not training harder.
Leke stood shakily, and put his hands to his side, cupping them like a ball. He pushed his ki into his hands and out, forming a ball, and pushed everything he could muster into this attack. Maybe I'll have more luck with Ki, the younger Prince thought as he charged up an attack much more powerful than he thought possible. What would Ninjin do to counter this move?
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
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Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 17:50:08 GMT -5
The chop had missed its mark but still done damage to his younger brother, who stared at him wide-eyed from the floor of the wall he had collided with. The crack had been loud when the crown-prince had connected with his attack, and a flicker of worry flashed over his face. He didn't want to do lasting damage to his brother, and would never forgive himself were he to accidentally kill him. His younger brother made his way shakily to his feet, easing Ninjin's worries for the moment. The kid was tough and strong, and would no doubt place well in the tournament if he could take a hit like that and keep on kicking.
The younger's hands formed a ball at his side and a ball of ki formed there. Ninjin smiled and raised his eyebrows, his younger brother was willing to try whatever to win it seemed. He raised his own hands above his head, a ball of ki of his own forming there, pouring his own ki energies into it.
"A battle of energies then brother. Fine, let's begin."
The ball of ki above his head buldged and grew, though the thought crossed his mind that the combination of forces of both attacks put together could do some serious damage to the training hall, Ninjin for the moment didn't care. There was no time for mercy, they needed the strength for the tournament. This was the only way.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 18:18:59 GMT -5
Leke stared at his older brother, charging his attack as Ninjin did the same. He grimaced, knowing his attack would not rival his brothers. He had to think of another way. An idea came to mind, so Leke put his hands in front of him and roared as he unleashed a powerful, gigantic beam of red ki sailing towards Ninjin. He continued to pump all of his strength into it. He had to hold the beam for at least a little bit.
Once his beam collided with Ninjin's, Leke knew he had to abandon this attack. He cut off the supply of ki and leaped into the air and sideways, hoping to avoid the inevitable explosion that would result from this mass of ki flinging to one side of the room. Not waiting to see what would happen, he launched a volley of ki blasts in Ninjin's direction. Maybe he would get a lucky shot in.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 1, 2013 18:39:21 GMT -5
As Leke shot his blast, Ninjin did the same, the two rocketing together and initiating a struggle. It was clear that Ninjin was the more powerful of the two, his ki slowly but surely overtaking his brothers. Still he was surprised at how powerful Leke had become, though outmatched by his older brother it was not as much as the heir would like or was used to. The younger brother cut off his supply of ki to his beam and Ninjin's rocketed through, causing an explosion that threw energy and air around the room, cracking the walls and floors of the training hall.
Leke had been lucky enough to dodge the explosion, but Ninjin was thrown backwards from the force and into the wall. Suddenly balls of ki rained down at him, none strong enough to finish him off, but combined would spell trouble for the arrogant prince. He roared and backhanded the first of them, punching and kicking them away, but there was too many. They began to get through his defenses and one caught him in the ribs. The same spot the other three attacks had landed. Pain shot through his body and he roared, specks of blood flying out with it.
His brother was getting the best of him, and it was not something that the prince would allow any further. He rushed through the rest of the volley, the energy burning away his armor and cape and cutting into his flesh underneath. Still he drove on, his true power fueling his flight, making him fast and agile and strong. He aimed a punch at the chin of his younger brother. His anger had gotten the better of him, and he wanted to end this. His brother was strong, but Ninjin Hattori was still more powerful, and this he would show his younger brother.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 2, 2013 13:11:37 GMT -5
Leke grinned as some of hits collided with his brother. This was actually lot easier than he had expected. Perhaps things would- Oh no, he thought. He could sense his brother's power had spiked and was nearing him at incredible speeds. At this rate-
A fist slammed into the younger Prince's chin, almost shattering his jaw in the process. Leke was sent spinning back into the wall just behind him, cracking this wall too. They were making quite a commotion in the palace - surely somebody would at least check up on what was going on. Leke laid motionless for a while, leaned up against the wall.
Blinking twice after regaining consciousness, Leke looked up at his older brother, glowing with a furious aura. His power was far beyond his own at this point. He had no way of winning... But his brother would not accept a surrender, nor would he have one. Leke pushed himself up, very slowly, and spat blood on the ground. That did little good, as blood covered most of his chin. He looked at Ninjin with a fury that could only be extinguished by a knock-out.
"That... The best you got?" he huffed, showing a bloodied grin. The younger prince roared and leaped forward sluggishly and swung at him with flailing arms. He didn't know what he was doing at this point, just fighting to fight he guessed. His head and body were throbbing in pain from the loss of energy and beating he had been given. Leke knew this match was over, but he had to keep on fighting.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 2, 2013 22:47:38 GMT -5
“The fact that you’re still standing impresses the H.F.I.L out of me Leke.” He had felt his fist connect with his younger brother’s jaw, the force behind it nearly enough to shatter it, but yet his brother had held his own and even stood his ground against him. Ninjin was filled with a pride so fierce he couldn’t keep it off of his face, despite the fearsome pain in his side. He kept his arm away from clutching it out of pain, he would show no weakness to Leke, especially not at this moment. The fury that was held within his brothers eyes reminded him that a Hattori’s will to fight could never be extinguished, not even by another Hattori. They would fight until one of them was unconscious.
Leke regained his footing and spat blood upon the floor. He smiled a bloody smile at Ninjin, which cause the prince to return the gesture, albeit with a far less bloody one. The prince even went so far as to taunt the elder Saiyan. Ninjin nearly applauded, the strength and bravery being shown to him far outmatching anything his brother had ever shown him before. The younger brother leapt forward and swung at him with a sloppy fist, clearly punch drunk from the horrific blow to his chin. He would keep on fighting until Ninjin granted him the mercy of a knockout blow.
Ninjin’s would sidestep the sloppy punch and attempt to bring his knee into the stomach of the younger Hattori violently, the blow sure to knock the rest of the wind from Leke’s much smaller body, then he would bring his elbow down on the younger’s back. The boy had gotten in quite a few shots at Ninjin, and he was thoroughly impressed. If he kept up training the way he had been, well the Hattori bloodline would be all the better for it.
Should Leke somehow dodge the knee, Ninjin would be susceptible to an attack from his side or back, an advantage that the younger sibling could use to his advantage, had he anything left in the tank.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 5, 2013 0:03:02 GMT -5
Leke, barely even functioning at this point didn't even notice he had missed Ninjin by a mile. Ninjin slammed a knee directly into Leke's stomach, depleting it of both wind and also blood, both coming from Leke's mouth after the hit. To follow it up, an elbow collided with his spine, sending the broken form of the youngest prince to the ground in pure agony.
It was a good thing for him that he was flowing in and out of consciousness. He would have felt a lot more pain then and would be screaming. At this stage, Leke could barely even lift a finger, let alone his head to look around or his body to move. His crumpled self lay flat on the ground, Leke muttering to himself, "Damn... it..." If he was slaughtered like this... He needed to train a H.F.I.L. of a lot more.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 9, 2013 15:47:10 GMT -5
Ninjin walked over to the downed form of Leke Hattori and scooped his brother up into his arms. He had fought valiantly, and had even at times overpowered him, something that few people could say they were able to accomplish. All in all the crown-prince was more than impressed with his fighting skill and ability, he was proud of him. He left the training dojo with his brother in his arms and walked to the infirmary. Once inside he placed his brother in one of the healing tubes to let him recuperate, both of them clearly needing the healing that the tubes would provide.
A solider walked up behind him and stood next to Ninjin, something that at any other moment the prince would have backhanded him for, but he was too busy staring with pride as his brother floating in whatever it was that filled the tubes.
"What happened to him?" The drunken Saiyan slurred, and Ninjin knew why he had the audacity to stand next to him without bowing first, still the smile remained on his face.
"We sparred. He was an excellent combatant. He's easily the third best in the entire Saiyan army." Ninjin's voice was so full of pride, he didn't even feel like beating the solider for his insubordinate behavior.
"Where's the other guy?" The saiyan slurred, looking at all the other pods and finding them empty. Ninjin chuckled, walked over to an empty tube, took off his clothes and stepped inside. He didn't have time for anything else, least of all a drunken curious saiyan. He smiled as the medicines in the tube went to work and healed him, easing him into a restful state of unconciousness. His brother had made him proud. He would be a fine Hattori, and if anything should even happen to Ninjin, a fine king.
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