Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

"Hoo...." Parsic once more lifted herself up. "......Your yet to be a cog in the machine even worthy of my worry. Or Have you harnessed that corroding power yet?"

Parsic stretched her arms to their full length, flexing her fingers. ".............I had no plans beyond my order today...but I'll give you my full attention."

Parsic's let her hands fall to her sides, then with a swift motion she flung her right arm outwards in a punching motion. To Ishtar, standing several yards away...it seemed as if the Familiar was punching the air next to her.

Only at the last part of the swing did Ishtar catch the tear open, and Parsics fist slammed into the onis back...sending her careening forward where the Void Familiar met her with a vicious uppercut, propelling her into the air. Parsic slid back into a tear and reappeared in the onis trajectory to deliver a midair kick....effectively treating the oni like an over sized soccer ball as she slid from one point to another and mercilessly punted the oni along.

Ishtar waited patiently for Parsic to respond, and ultimately offer a counter.

Though when the girl swung wide, and seemingly at nothing it seemed ... concerning, especially when she found herself batted about like a ball of yarn with a kitten. Clearly the Familiar was playing with portals ... or at the very least traversing dimensional boundaries to strike at odd angles. A problem in some sense -- especially considering the mounting pain at being battered about -- and yet ...

"I have changed a great ... deal, in the time we have been separated, Parsic. Pay attention, now ..."

From this moment forward, each of Parsic's blows would connect slower, and slower, to the point where, on her next hit-to-be, the Familiar would find herself unable to out-react the Oni; and once that Truth was guaranteed, Ishtar chuckled.

"Time is up."

Ishtar swung her fist then, and a blow that could have split the planet beneath them in two, caught her full on in the chin.

[Lord Falcon]

Ishtar is grateful for the assistance, horns tearing into the side of the Archon of Lasair with heightened intensity; only to find herself literally drilling into its side as the two orbs at her palms begin spinning her around. At this, the Elemanti bellows, and in a bid to isolate the two throws up massive walls of molten rock and volcanic pyres ... yet in the end its meaningless.

When the call comes from Sarada to disengage, Ishtar does so, letting go of the Archon and literally jumping backwards and crashing through the wall at her back.



Burns covering the majority of her body despite the cloak, she finds the wounds slower to heal, than normal.

Despite this however, her efforts with the Grenade are successful, and as the Archon digs itself from the hole it had been relegated to, it detonates, knocking the Archon to its knees and leaves it wide open for ...



Sarada's attack to strike true.

The ground beneath the Archon gives way, and the area around him for nearly a mile is disintegrated as the explosion rips through its makeshift walls. For several moments until the dust settles, then, there's nothing but the sound of far off volcanic eruptions and the crumbling of ruined earth; until thunder tears through the heavens as the temperature skyrockets.

Pulling itself from ground zero, the others will see that while the Archon is still standing -- and quite livid -- it is in fact, heavily damaged ... and now much weaker than before.



Even though it expecting it, the Archon finds itself initially unable to resist Asha'rah's advances; and as its leg is swept out from under it the Lasair finds itself slammed back down into the crater it had been exploded into.

Asha'rah would find, however, that while her annihilation aura was successful in siphoning away and annihilating the ambient warmth; her grip upon the Archon's own was tenuous at best. This was not simply some elemental, who was comprised of the element from which it drew its name. No, the Archon commanded a mastery of it ... and even weakened, stealing from it was not so simple a thing -- as Meagan herself had learned -- so when it regained its senses, and realized that it was backed into a corner ?

... the Elemanti sneered and displayed that mastery; and at once and created its own Ground-Zero.

It took several moments, but the Archon reappeared, then Meagan felt something hot strike her as a bolt of lightning from above knocked her out of the sky. Far weaker than its other attacks, however, this seemed merely to be an attempt to buy itself time to recover; as it turned from her swiftly and darted off after Ishtar.

Too late, Asha'rah realized the Elemental's trump card. Her two remaining orbs whirled in front of her, hurriedly erecting Heaven's Gate. But having devoted six of her orbs to assisting Ishtar's offence, the size and strength of the barrier she could summon was much reduced. As the elemental sneered and unleashed a massive omni-directional blast, cratering the ground for the third time, Asha'rah found her barrier overwhelmed. Her annihilation aura destroyed the worst of the heat sent her way, but focused on heat as she was she had been unprepared for this level of concussive force. The blast shunted around her shield, which was rapidly shrinking to avoid breaking, battered its way through her aura and reached Asha'rah's body proper. The world went white.

When the smoke cleared, Asha'rah found herself buried several inches deep into the packed dirt of the crater wall. Feather's Flight had slowed her momentum at the last second, the technique so ingrained in her as to be natural as existence itself, and thus preventing her from being buried even deeper. But it had done little for the initial damage. She pried herself free, metal plates and servos groaning with the effort. Bits and pieces of herself fell by the wayside, littering the ground with divine junk. It took a moment through all the pain, but Asha'rah realized she felt too light. She looked down and found them still buried in the ground, completely detached from the rest of her body. Her torso trailed off into loose wires and abused gears, what was left of her spine tapering into a tail. If Asha'rah had organic eyes, she would have blinked.

Ah well, such is the price of carelessness.

Golden aura began flowing forth freely once again, patching up the most critical areas of structural integrity facing her robotic body. Six extra arms sprouted forth from her back, cracking their fingers theatrically. She reached down, grasping a leg in each hand, and pulled them free from the dirt. She hadn't the time to fix them, but they made for splendid flexible clubs.

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So it was that instead of retreating, Asha'rah rushed into battle with even greater vigor, dual-wielding her own severed legs. She used her extra arms to further effect, bashing the elemental over and over, grabbing at limbs and locking joints. And having caught the elemental within Ishtar's viscinity, her eight orbs also ran interference, smashing into the elemental from the most inconvenient and painful spots, preventing it from regaining any sense of stability. Yet Asha'rah's assault was not simple blunt force trauma: still exuding the light of creation, every hit coated the elemental with sheets of ice, weighing it down and forcing it to cool down. Much of the ice vaporized as soon as it was created at first, shrouding Asha'rah in mist as she piled on layer upon layer of ice upon her foe with every swing of arm, every strike of orb, every blow from still-smoking leg.

[Yun Lao]

It took some time for Charco to find a clearing for the path he took was choked with brush and vegetation, each step loudly declaring his presence with various twig snaps and brush rustling. The noise annoyed him but he repeatedly reminded himself that he wasn't hunting; he didn't need to waste the energy trying to silence his approach. After what felt like hours did the flora thin out, yet what he stepped out into was not a clearing suitable for training, but rather the mouth to a small cave.

No, he realized it wasn't some mere cave. Turning on the light app of his communicator, he confirmed what he only caught glimpses of in the streams of pale moonlight. Intricate patterns had long been chiseled around the mouth of the cave and continued on inward. Cautiously, he stepped in, his communicator held above him in place of a traditional torch. Continuing to investigate the patterns, Charco found that they became murals, depicting a story.

A mighty lion, chest puffed with pride, stood alone. This would change, as the next depicted the lion surrounded by other creatures; a one-eyed dragon, a lioness bearing what appeared to be a hannya mask, a deer surrounded by heart-shaped butterflies, and many more. The next few depicted the journeys taken by the lion and his comrades, many of which celebrate their victories. Further down, those victories became tragedies as the one-eyed dragon, heart-stalked doe, and hannya-masked lioness fell, leaving only the lion to face a vague, shadowy figure. Unfortunately, the lion would also fall, the shadowy figure carving out his heart with a black blade.

The murals ceased for some time returning to the various swirling patterns that had come before, however, much to Charco's surprise, the murals continued.

From the lion's corpse rose a wolf. The lion-turned-wolf resumed his journeys, but it was hard to determine the details as the walls had become smooth from years of water droplets running down its surface. The next discernible one showed the lion-turned-wolf dying, yet from its corpse rose the spirit of the lion and more interesting, what appeared to be a sword.

The cave opened up to a massive chamber, although it appeared that others had been here before him. Broken pottery covered the floor, along with what appeared to be heavily corroded coins. At its center laid a massive slab of rock, or at least that is what it appeared to be at first. Upon approach, it began to click for him. The slab was a sarcophagus and this cave had been a tomb, long defiled by grave-robbers.

Finding it distasteful to be tromping about in someone's tomb, Charco turned to leave yet he would be stopped as something caught his eye. A glint of bare metal shone under the light, embedded in the lid of the sarcophagus. Approaching it, he found the heavily aged stone of the lid crumbled from his touch, freeing an entrapped sword from its ancient prison. The design of the weapon reminded him of Held's spear and upon comparison, he found it to be similar to the one depicted in the mural of the sword born from the corpse of the lion-turned wolf. Curious, he gripped its hilt and raised the sword. Surprisingly did it hold, feeling as solid as such a weapon produced in this modern era, yet it would react to his actions as a series of ancient glyphs and runes lit up across its features. Dissolving like sand in his hand the sword particles filled the air only moments before it moved with an intelligence, forcing itself into Charco's mouth and down into his lungs.

Charco woke with a coughing fit, his mouth coated with the taste of iron. Like a cat hacking up a hairball, the boy dry-heaved, his body desperately trying to expel something, anything. Feeling something cracks in his chest and it felt like whatever it was had finally dislodged. The next few coughs deposited a sizeable puddle of a metallic liquid onto the floor.

His lungs, his throat, hell, his entire body ached. Sparkles danced across his vision and dreadful sense of vertigo ensnared him. His expectation of clarity from his senses once everything settled had failed him and Charco found his vision blurry like a smudge across a glass. His hands grasped the floor yet all he felt was a vague sense of fuzziness and pinpricks similar to the sensation of a limb falling asleep.

"What... what the hell?"

Reaching out in a desperate attempt to make some sort of sense of what ailed him, he couldn't help but feel what felt like smoke or mist at his fingertips. Swiping his air to the side his vision suddenly began to clear as if he had been trapped in a fog. What had been a ransacked burial chamber was now a treasure-filled tomb. Crumbling down to the ground with a clatter was a stone tablet that had hung from a nearby wall, the last of its magical glyphs burning away, leaving little more than brittle rock.

With a soft groan, Charco propped himself against a nearby wall, pushing aside a jewel-encrusted baseball bat in order to get comfortable.

"Dude... what the ****?" He asked the empty chamber knowing he would get no answer from the dead.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Uh...was it always a forest or was the actual Shrine just weathered down to nothing over the years?" Sasheem inquired.

“There was never a shrine proper. There was a community that lived and worked here, the forest was our home and the trees our training grounds.”

[grampagen]

“After they poisoned the masters of Crane, Turtle, and Dragon, replacing tgem with other likeminded individuals, the new masters struck down on the remaining five. Spider had never had many students, so they came first for me. Two attacked me, two sacked and burned the shrine, and another made sure either my students died or joined them. I managed to near cripple one, badly hurt another, but I was overwhelmed and slain. Only by spirit remains now. After you leave I intend on taking my rest, like Mara.”

The tale Tao'ro spoke of traitors and wild ambitions seemed to make his voice wither and thin to match his diminished countenance. Shed of his armour, treading only that brittle woven path walked how often with that sublime skill, Ochazuke solemnly looked back at those aged, blind eyes. What feats the Spider spoke of would give rise to no acclaim; an account of a silent war bred of jealousy, of fear, and insatiable hunger.

"I see."

Ten paths. In keeping with a Master's vision, the Five he knew succumbed to the rage of beasts. It was then Ochazuke silently realized, what he had speculated to be an all-too mundane twisting of truth may be a deeper matter that spread its rot to the very heart of mankind.

What was it, then, that he was trying to revive? Many warriors long past sought a way, a path, naively seeking some technique that which would deliver them some salvation, only to invert the balance of power. Even if long forgotten, what if there was no greater truth, even in the cast-off corners of the Earth? What would change?

And yet, Auroc knew of Zxu'ro. An ill-fitting comfort in light of dull revelation. If the Master of Masters so possessed the means to defend this planet from his diabolical gaze, then it is decided.

He swallowed these doubts, forging ahead from the trail left lingering. The path of Zxu'ro was long forgotten. As people of this planet, just as the others made their destinations among the starways, so it would be their duty to ensure there was no answer left unexplored in they quest to keep the world turning.

“Then be at peace, for the weight of our bloody inheritance shall no longer be yours to bear,” he said.

Balon leads them north, leaving the jungle and once more flying. They fly over Capital City and land amidst a large forest west of the metropolis. This forest, a national treasure and protected wildlife zone, hasn’t been touched by man in over fifty years, so there is little sign of humans anymore, especially so deep into it. The massive redwoods and conifers tower over the ground, and as they land Samson holds a hand up signaling them to be quiet.

A dull chopping sound can be heard, and following it, they come across a small clearing where someone works at cutting a tree down.



He stands at over seven feet, a big burly man with a wicked ax in hand as he cuts a tree down.

“I know you’re there. Show yourselves.”

The large man turns, hefting the ax thoughtfully.

“This forest is my home. I know exactly when someone walks in and where they are. What brings travelers to the remnants of the Bear Shrine?”

From the heart of a glacier to the bowels of a jungle cavern, the idle wind-borne rush of conifers brought a sense of nostalgia for Ochazuke. It was there, imbedded fast in the shared vision of the Master's heirs where ancient wooden roots anchored the soil, bearing with their great age a wild shelter for all which dwelt below, casting long shadows that teemed with silent life unseen.

"So we are," he replied, so taken with the natural vista.

Gazing upward to the treetops which grew so high they seemed to converge in the distance and seemed meet the earth below as an expanse of pillars which held the sky aloft. When the man struck and fell it to timber with ease, his view tracked it where it came crashing down through branch and foliage and impacted the soil.

"We are here to pursue a goal in common, if we may understand each other"

The large man grins.

“You’re standing in the Bear Shrine. This entire forest was the Bear Shrine.”

Standing before the man, Ochazuke placed his hand on a tree, putting into practice some of the skill Tao'ro had so recently imparted to him, and listened from trunk, to root, and extending his ki to seek out any resonance within the immediate area.

[grampagen]

Heavy footsteps land on the pristine floors of the sun-lit Lookout as armored boots make contact. A majestic cape flapping in the wind marks the arrival of Ryu Shingen, the Demon Lord Shogun.



He draws out the Oni Sword, a curved blade forged from the fang of a giant Oni, and he drags the blade across the ground, causing sparks to fly out. He looks around the plaza and crystal blue skies, attempting to lock on to the signatures of the Terra natives.

"!!!"

A momentary glance behind him isn't fast enough to save him from the devastating attack of the Pressure Kicker, hitting at 15 times the speed of a certain flying chef. The Demon Lord Shogun is knocked to the other side of the plaza, but he flips forward and lands on his feet. He sees his opponent Zaofan, dissipating the field but breathing heavily, and also dropping Toh Magoh, dizzy and disoriented from the speeds. Shingen readies his sword into fighting position.

Zaofan takes in large gulps of air, and he steadies his shaky legs. Extending his fist forward, he calls out: "BOOOOOJACK!" His trusty katchin bo staff materializes out of its capsule, and the chef swings and twirls it left, right, above, and then pointed forward. "SHINGEN! You know, normally I like it when my old friends meet my new friends, but I'm afraid I can't let that happen."

The Demon Lord Shogun's echo voice resonates even in the open area of the Lookout. "Your friends are from another place. They're foreigners. They're already more interesting than you, dear boy. And I intend to meet them, thank you very much." He swings his sword expertly, no move wasted, into his fighting stance. And with that, both fighters explode in white auras, and charge each other, the Oni Sword and the Katchin Bo Staff clanging and sparking off each other. Zaofan swings in wide circles and combines swings with leaps, with Shingen blocking and parrying from all angles, on the defense thanks to the Wolf's Prowl. Thus, the battle is joined in earnest.



However, while Zaofan now has the speed to compete with Shingen, he does not have the matching strength. Shingen begins applying more pressure to his blows, and even if Zaofan blocks them, his muscles are strained that much more. Shingen thrusts the blade forward, to which Zaofan tips his torso to the side to dodge it cleanly and slams one end of Bojack into Shingen's armored chest, pushing him back and dragging his feet against the floor. With his left hand, Shingen then swings his blade so that he holds the handle upside down, blade to left forearm. He crosses that forearm and fist up to his chest and parallel to the ground, while his right forearm presses perpendicular to the left, creating a cross, and two of his fingers on his right hand point up. "Chou Ninpo!" His sword blade glows red. He raises the sword overhead, and slashes downward. "SHIPUZAN!"

A red and white energy wave crashes against Bojack. Zaofan swings down to meet it, and though the wave splinters apart from the katchin, an energy shard slices his upper right arm, creating a bloody wound. Shingen extends his left hand and reddish-purplish energy begins to seep from Zaofan's wound -- Blood energy drain at work -- until his hand is shot aside by Zaofan's Optic Blast.

Zaofan holds onto his wound. "You homicidal maniac! That's why I left you in the first place! This world has no place for your style of martial arts and bloodletting!"

Shingen brings his left hand to his face, smelling the residual blood energy through his face plate. "What would I care if this world has a place for it or not? It's served me just fine all this time. There is purity to the blood. To the Hokuto Shinken. It is direct. It is effective. It is most certainly glorious. Deadly? Of course. But efficient nonetheless. That is the path to power. Your path, like your cooking, is destined to burn away, dear chef." He makes a cross with his forearms and his two right fingers extended up again. "CHOU NINPO: DAI HINATAMA!" recoiling his cupped hands backwards and jetting them forward, palms forward and fingers stretched out, a large fireball flies to Zaofan.

"SCARLET SHIELDO!" For a split second, the ruby field flashes in front of his chest, reflecting the fireball back at the Shogun. Unfortunately, the Shogun yells back, "HAKKEI NO HO!" A blood-red field likewise emerges around him, reflecting the fireball once more at Zaofan, detonating on the ground in front of him and sending him flying back and into a wall, covered in smoke.

Toh Magoh peeks out from the Lookout's bushes. I don't know what this place is, or what Zaofan's gotten me mixed up into, but he's still no match for Shingen! What if I find his two friends and deliver them to Shingen?

From behind, Toh Magoh would feel an incandescent burning immediately behind him, the heat resolving itself with a baleful killer intent that - perhaps - felt harrowingly familiar.

"Cheh."

Ochazuke - freshly emerged from a solitary bout of training - extend his finger, effortlessly poised to loose a Dodonpa into the stranger, and though the latter may have sought refuge in the bushes, there was some external force from branch and foliage that seemed to bind him*, even a simple turn of the head would be hindered.

"Cowering while garbed in a master's silks. Under the circumstances it appears you've already prepared to die," he said, examining him and this new threat through the expanse of his meditation field.

The burning glow began to swell behind him, far too familiar, and all too near.

*a variant of The Woven Path

[grampagen]

The upper-decker bus cut through the dawn's neon fog. All roads in Capital City seemed to draw a bright trail from the Capsule Corp building, and the heart of worldly innovation, mirrored in so many a similar capsule domes fell swiftly behind them. A vision of the future dotted between the glitz of the old cityscape, braced in conventional steel and glass alight with the monikers, labels and brands. Set on some screen on the building side twenty feet high, some pretty young thing took a rehearsed sip of some florid panacea, guaranteeing weight loss with a guiltless smile fir everything below her neck was cropped out. In an instant she was gone, replaced by the highlights from last year's Anvil City game. The League lost the Aces, but they were not forgotten, at least until the flash of an overturned burger nestled on a sterile grill, framed in a voyeuresque closeup reminding onlookers it was time for a five-AM breakfast. All equally made purchase of their fame, fifteen seconds at a time, the old city foundation paid for in full by visibility.

Jitori sat slumped in his chair with such an utter stillness behind his shaded eyes it would be difficult to tell if he was asleep. To him, it stood to wonder what the price of visibility was. Between the flashing lights outside and the murmuring slumber of a host of green kids laying slack and reclined and flopped over on two-seaters he wouldn't find rest if he tried. Blight in the big city. The bus rounded left over a corner. They started heading North-East, and the bleary towers were replaced with the low iron fences and old brick. Unlike the domes of the future, or the neo-classical pillars of the governing district, by the dim yellow lights among old, square brick houses and boarded windows, the the old part of town, Lemon District.

Back in the day when you first came to the big city off the bus or some rust-bucket ship, the first stop you made was in the Lemon District. This would be the only place new arrivals could afford. Connoisseurs of old classic radio made it sound like a lively kind of place, their prickly, tinny voices made it clear in period pieces that you made your way downtown to get paid, but the nights belonged here. Broken incandescent bulbs framed the image of trumpeteer on the old theatre, his hands bound by the wind of construction tape. That was a long, long time ago. Expectations are never tempered when facing a Bohemian lifestyle. As the old saying went, “They wanted to buy a future, but all they got was a Lemon.”

“You're making a big mistake Aiko...Sensei.”

“If there is, then you can kindly point out where the flaws are, mm?”

Handfuls of hair were swept into a ring across a slender martial hand. Two of the ten pins found their way from between Aiko's teeth into the mounting target on her crown.

“For one, there's the numbers. The only thing the people there are looking for is a way out. All eyes are on the Downtown Core.”

“Well if they can afford to live there, so can we. Besides, Downtown they already have a golden boy.” Her glossed lips parted in mocking. “'Capsicum, by Jinzi.' He doesn't need any more publicity.”

Jitori grumbled under his breath.

“This benefit will cost us enough as is.”

“Then it'll be just like the Grand Master says, won't it.” She stooped forward, mouth slightly agape peering into the mirror as she marked precision wings across each corner of her eyes. “Stillness is opportunity not yet put into motion. Besides, I'd think you know a little about investments. Have a little faith, it won't kill you.”

If the Grand Master were here, it would have been a sorry sight to see indeed. His heir, his very flesh and blood, marking herself up out in the opening. If this were any other era, she'd be the easiest target for an enemy's taking. The road ahead was an empty four lanes, walled in on all sides by red brick and old stucco.

The crick and buzz of the bus's speaker system was the only warning Jitori had to brace himself from Aiko's latest design.

“heY EVERYBodY~!” A garbled static shriek railed across the vehicle, and the assembly of the passengers wailed and moaned as the lights flickered on. “Oops, sorry about that. Time to get into gear kids, we're almost there!”

The shuffle and groan of the young Crane acolytes were not at all as enthused as their Sensei, who stood apart with a sunny expression that seemed only to highlight the welts and bruises within the bus cabin. They were gathered up, told they had potential, and were stuffed into the vehicle. When they were told they were going on a trip to the Big City, clearly this morning excursion was not what they had in mind.

Jitori continued to sit motionless, watching from the top window as the roads stopped rolling towards his view.

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Theirs was the only vehicle in a small isolated lot, the lazy shuffle of begrudging feet clamping down onto the echoing pavement at six in the morning. Peeking between the old shaggy brick neighbourhood, the morning sun shone down The Thousand Wings Athletics Association and Youth Center. Four stories by the green facing the water front no fences on any side of the outstretched block, all flooding to a working crew piecing together a stage and a wide spanning bleacher. The junior Cranes were suddenly jolted awake murmuring to one another in disbelief. Aiko clapped her hands together, her glossed lips pressed to burst, and all eyes were on her. Bowing her head, she awkwardly fumbled her hands until they stretched out beckoning them to go running straight toward the stage.

“It's yours,” The crack in her voice elicit a row of laughter she waved off. “Now go show the world what you can do!”

The kids charged off into their brand new facility as the future Crane Master walked some distance behind her charge, meeting and chattering a stream of event coordinators one by one. Jitori stood apart in the shadow of their ride. Blazoned on the side of the vehicle was Aiko's face, fist snapped front in challenge to the world, carrying within it the reflection flash of the morning sun. He shrugged and shook his head.

What a waste of the old pier. This'll probably cost us twelve, fifteen by the end of the quarter.

They bought them out; now, they invite the rabble back in. Every bastard, broken thing craved kindness and acknowledgement. What a common kindness for the incumbent Master of the Five, to throw caution to the wind and forget what the forebearers had fought and died for.

[grampagen]

BGM – Leave Alone https://youtu.be/uwVyaN3TpCM

To Jitori's astonishment, not a few hours later the grounds swelled and the place started crawling with people. First they trickled in from the neighbourhood, curious to see what the creak of the sound stage was all about, but almost as soon as the record-spinner hooked up, the camera crews came, and with them a trail of fancy cars which fed a procession winding around the block as they funneled in. It was already a noisy affair, to say nothing of the paper plates stacked high with community fare and concession treats. weaved between astonished and vibrant faces. And centre stage the promise of the future was on full display, leading the charge in that now signature green-dress, face projected over the multitudes.

“Omigod it's her! From the Tournament!"

"Fukuhara-san!”

Aiko stood among her students waving both hands to the crowd before turning her attention to the rows behind her. The kids they picked up from the studio in Capital City could hardly be recognized as they displayed the skills of the Crane to the world. What was a fumbling core kata was now - after days of sharp practice - manifest in steely quality.

She counted off the steps. “Ichi!” Limbs carried the breath, winding forward with retrained exhales. From behind, a row of senior hands immediately swung oak planks upon the outstretched limbs. The wood splintered. “Ni!” Hands were drawn back, rear feet matched each other in pace. More lumber fell and shattered upon legs of incredible firmament.

The audience ate it up. Aiko fed off of their attention. No longer was she leading the class, for it was not their eyes alone that were upon her.

“This is Sanchin Kata everyone! The foundation of the martial arts! For over two-thousand years, we of the Thousand Wings foundation keep this as our core principle: With good structure and a strong resolve you can accomplish anything!”

As a further point of demonstration she motioned toward the class senior, who bowed and took the stance. She leaned in with a punch that blew the speakers into feedback. It swept through the crowd and they roared.

“There's more to come, so stick around, Lemon Town!”

As she rushed backstage, Aiko clipped the lapel mic off. She passed gradually waving thanks and rubbing elbows with any scant moment she could manage, hopping over cables to thank teamsters, leaning props out of the way of incoming investors, all to make her way back to the flock. It soon came to her attention, there behind the curtain there was a small incident.

“Are you serious? Why you gotta choke now?”

“I can't help it, I'm so nervous.”

“It's a basic ki expression! Come on!”

“What's going on here?”

The next piece was to show the result of training on the junior class. Everyone liked it when boards and bricks were shattered, but to see seven-year-olds put their fists through solid oak, that was something to behold. It seemed however that as confident as her new kids were to follow the Cranes, stage fright – for a crowd this size – was something else entirely. The Master thumbed her chin with a 'tut', then set her hands on her hips.

“Hmm...don't worry, it's okay,” she beamed. Aiko tossed back the length of her hair, adjusting her dress at the waist.”Alright, we've got this. But we'll need a lot of bricks...”

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Stage Left, Jitori stood among them like a ghost, idly counting the juniors off one by one as they hurried past him. It was a nauseating rush of sweat mixed with food and litter, and even his rigid, icy scowl curled from it. Had it all come to this, synthesized sounds and parlor tricks across a stage to publicize a debutante ball? The tradition of warriors and the war of the Five, the Crane had all but won and now Fukuhara would bleed them dry of the spoils for a moment's glamour. He turned to leave, only to find one of these urchins in his way.

“Jitori-san?” asked the child, “I...forgot how to tie my belt.”

Silently, the man took a knee, wrapped the white obi twice, fed the ends through the criss-cross, and tugged it into a not that assuredly would not spoil itself, whether this novice would want to or not. Just as swiftly he pushed his way past and left this noise behind him.

The expanse of the centre was sparsely filled. With all the ruckus going on outside, the building itself was hollow, with the exception of the dormitories, whose occupants slowly joined the crowd when their bit was over. And so, finding an empy, silent corner, Jitori lift his burner to his ear.

“Put me through. Yes, it is a big day, depending on who you ask," He locked the empty office door behind him. "No, we can talk.”

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To the beat of great taiko drums, the pair of Green-Belt Intermediates went at it in the bunkai demonstration. A year had passed, but their unchanged colour betrayed the level of their diligently acquired skill. Every time they threw a roundhouse, it seemed five hats flew off in the crowd; whenever a punch was blocked, it was like a thundercrack shot across the waterfront district. The demo ended with an in-fight exchange; one of them stepped forward just a bit too forcefully, and for all his trouble ended up tossed on his back. A mock strike fell down with a resounding scream, a mock kiai, as he held his fist aloft in awareness of the remaining moment.

When they cleared the stage, Aiko returned, chased by a plethora of students and teamsters with a host of cinder blocks. Concrete was stacked one at a time until they formed a wall that spanned the stage at her eye level.

“All of us are stronger than we know. We all have a spark of greatness inside of us, we only have to put in the hard work to find it,” she said. “That, there, is the mystery of ki. But if you have technique and know the distance, and time it just right-”

With a small flourish, she tapped the edge of the makeshift wall at one side, third from the top. On the opposite end the entire stack leapt upward as if a mine went off between them.

“There's no trick to this.” she said, tracking a chalk circle on a brick at the bottom of the stack. Calling over the nervous kid from backstage, she put her hands together to give her a boost up onto a box until they stood at the same height. “We'll do it together just like we practiced. Ready? 1, 2...”

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“Yes, it seems that we have an agreement then. We can begin immediately, provided you get the plans.”

A small explosion sounded off from the stage, but Jitori was deaf to such mundane business when the future was at stake.

“Keep it discreet. No, the pleasure is all mine. Thank you for the opportunity.”

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Across the stage, stack by stack, the bricks were pushed downward on a foundation of rubble. Lifting the girl off her shoulder, Aiko reached down with a high five, before they both remembered themselves and bowed to each other and then the crowd.

Suddenly a hush fell over the crowd as a fierce proclamation seized the speakers, and the music stopped as a voice took over the stage.

“That's pretty good! But as a wise man once said, boards and bricks don't hit back!”

Aiko's eyes widened. She lift her hand and shaded her eyes as she scanned the mass in front of the stage.

And who should it be parting the crowd but none other than Brock Lee?

[grampagen]

BGM – Wicked Fight

The crowd made way as the king of martial cinema walked boldly to make court. His sharp white suit drawing all eyes from onto him, and unimpeded he made a flying leap and landed on centre stage.

“Hello Lemon District!” He called out to the crowd.

A martial demonstration had begun. Brock removed his sportcoat, threw it into a throng of crushing arms, then paced across the stage.

“Do the thing!” Someone shouted. “Dipper Fist!”

Lowering his head with a laugh, the actor handed the mic back to one of the junior acolytes. Pressing his palms together, he took some slow breaths, then took a lengthy inhale to hold. Suddenly the top button of his shirt popped off, and with a short release of ki dress fabric exploded into a shower of linen ribbons revealing a scarred torso like finely chipped marble.

“Now wait just a minute!” Aiko spoke up. The camera zoomed in on her face, twisted in mocking annoyance on the jumbo screen. “I'm not going to take this from you, Brock. If you haven't noticed, this is a live stage, we don't have any green-screens here.”

Brock raised his hand with a flourish and cupped it to his ear. “I'm sorry did you say something?”

“I said-” she was cut off as he snatched the microphone back.

“I'm here to tell you, Miss Crane, that no matter how hard the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it.”

He swiped his nose smugly, and dart his head back and forth. The crowd went “OOOO”, then laughed as he offered her his hand. Aikos lips dropped.

“Enter the Liger! That's my mans!”

She stood before him and slapped his hand out of the way and seized the microphone back.

“Yooo~! She callin' him out!”

“Brock. I've seen all your movies.” She moved inward until they stood braced against one another, wrist-to-wrist. “They call you the mountain because you got flat feet and no real moves to make.And frankly, I'm amazed you filled a trilogy. ”

“They're going to need a 37th Chamber because you about to get BODIED!”

They met at the centre. The audience cheered, the monolith choir shouting between “Fu-ku-ha-ra!” and “Brock-Lee!”

The space fell entirely silent as the two locked eyes at each other, when suddenly Lee feinted low and snapped his arm out. Aiko trapped the first strike and followed with pecking fingers to his face.

Jitori, having concluded his business, stood and parted the curtains and his gaze narrowed. An index finger burned incandescent red at his side; but when the actor made his opening flourish, he sat down with a quiet sigh and receded.

Her move was left over-long with a telegraphed opening when she led high. Brock seized the prompt, and he shot low; with a roll she shift off-line, fell into the pocket and guarded with her shoulder, and with a arcing twist they exchanged whipping kicks impacting at the shin, and in the impact they twist through the air ambling with a surreal pirouette that defied gravity.

Lee then shift off of the stage floor, the glimmer of his hundred dollar shoes gave as he threw that side-kick that send so many talented stuntmen off set, but clipped benath those leather soles – sparing the veneer – were Aiko's palms, rebuffing the kick with Crane's wings. Lee reversed his course with a double-somersault kick, and Aiko flipped backward to the opposite end of the stage.

They parted, set a lengthy distance apart and each drew a fist back. Then they struck, each with a magnificent snap which carried a ripple along the air through the crowd, falling them all dead silent. The jolt and scream of surprise. They ended,

The camera zoomed in revealing the outcome: the Actor's fist parted an inch from her face, but the Crane Master's knuckles curled to rest just below the sternum stopping short of leaving another scar.

When the crowd erupted, she was the first to break the facade as they pulled each other forward with a warm embrace, then bowed to the crowd.

“Mr. Brock Lee and Ms. Aiko Fukuhara everyone! You've seen it here first at the Thousand Wings Athletics Association and Youth Center!”

The DJ played the stage off, the kids broke off toward the centre, finally allowed to mingle in the facility's open doors after their exhibition. Between the two celebrities and their little game, the press would be taking pictures for hours, and those swept in hysteria would fall on her like a tide for gonzo photo-ops. They were no threat, not with both of these actors here. In high spirits, a darker thought stays below, and what fool would strike out against them would swiftly be dragged down by their own.

Jitori shuffled his way off backstage, and slipped through the crowd and community.A master's foundation should be build on warriors, not on guileless orphans and extravagant displays. The Grand Master had chosen, perhaps hastily, but this was the course for a new era. But not all victories are those which are celebrated with such candor, and until the morrow, he would have bide his time.

Soon, everything would fall into its proper place.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Althena replies to this saying " Scanner huh what's that?" In other world Doxal feels something saying " hmm I can sense my pupil Althena and I can feel a access to a small spark of Creational Energy inside of her." " I yes I see she was the one chosen to be my replacement as Guardian of Qacriea." " makes since after all I did train her to one day replace me as Qacriea's Guardian."

" still she is new to this Guardian thing , and has yet to realize that stuck in that Magical crystal for 2000 years has let the some of the magical energy from the crystal seep into her body, and that magical energy is what is masking her Ki from herself and others." " maybe I should help her on this." Back at Capsule Corp Althena picks up her bulky clothing saying " I don't know why but I feel like I been chosen to my home planet Qacriea's Guardian." " what has the supposed Guardian of Qacriea, this Zykona done so far ?"

Praxat replies to this saying " hmm what she's done so far is basically brainwash our entire species into worshiping her like she's some kind of all mighty goddess." Althena skin turns blue upon hearing this saying " that's terrible." " my mentor Doxal told that is something Guardian should never do." Althena suddenly hears a voice in her head saying " My pupil Althena can you hear me?"

Althena replies to this saying " yes I can hear you mentor ." " how isn't that your speaking to me ?" Doxal voice replies to this saying " I'm speaking to you from Otherworld telepathically Althena ." " you have become Qacriea's newest Guardian and because of that you have required powers."

" powers you can't don't understand yet." Althena replies to this saying " I see." " mentor I like to ask you ask why did you choose me to be your replacement ?" " why did you train me?"

" you could have pick any one on Qacriea during the time your were alive but you went with me why?" Doxal voice replies to this saying " because I sense something special in you Althena and knew that you were the right one to replacement as Guardian of Qacriea when I passed away the day I met you." " I could just feel that you were the one." " oh some of that magical energy from that Mako Crystal you have been imprison in has seep into your body over the years, and you and any one with you won't be able to sense your Ki until that foreign magical energy is flush from your system."

" if you want to get hang of your new found abilities then you need to see another Guardian like yourself." " you best bet is seeing earth's guardian ." " however I can teach you how to cleanish your self of the foreign magical energy that has invaded your body." just follow my instructions okay." Althena follows Doxal's instructions in which the first step is to keep her eyes closed.


when she finishes following Doxal's instructions. Althena can sense her Ki again saying " wow you instructions work mentor I can sense my own Ki again." Doxal replies to this saying " I'm glad I can help but I have to go Althena." " I can't be late for my Shogi match with Shinn!"


with Althena now using normal Ki the scanner picks up her power level as being 40,000 and Praxat can sense it too saying " wow that's strange I can sense Althena's Ki now and it's as powerful as mine!" Althena replies to this saying" actually your Ki is only comparable to my base."

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Praxat replies to this saying "wait just how powerful are you?" Althena replies to this strangely in what appears to be English for the first time " I'm hold back a lot of power." " train both my body and my mind to be strong." " so that I could protect my kingdom and my planet."


"so when I met Doxal I was already strong and my strength is what I was know for before the whole Nya messed ." " so I find it odd that Guardian of Qacriea at that time would take some one like me as his apprentice to be his replacement." " back then I never thought I was actually fit to be an guardian ,but Doxal saw something in me." " early he spoke to me telepathically ."


" he told me that I had my body had been invaded by magical energy that was from that crystalize structure I was imprison and he called it a Mako Crystal. " he told me how to cleanish from my body. " in other world Doxal thinks to himself saying " hmm maybe I should tell the current Guardian of Earth that the current Guardian of Qacriea is on earth but first I need to do this." back at Capsule Corp everyone who is in the same area as Althena include Jinzi suddenly hear Doxal's voice in their heads saying " Hello there Earthlings and Toadians."


"I am Doxal the previous Guardian of Qacriea and I'm speaking to you all telepathically from otherworld to give you a message." " the Toadian name Althena Orpheus was my apprentice." " I made her my apprentice after witness her commit one act of kindness." " this kindness was pull out a shard of stone that was stuck in the paw of a giant ferocious beast the largest land carnivore on Qacriea ."


" a beast called the Vear ." "the stone that had been stuck in it's paw had been making it go on rampage and Althena stop it not though force but by reliving it of it's pain." "she clean it's paw and bandage it cup to keep it from getting infected." " see how befriend one of Qacriea's most dangerous carnivores and the act of kindness she show to the creature."


" it's what made me choose her as my apprentice." " my time as Guardian of Qacriea ending 2,000 years ago and the current Guardian of Qacriea is Althena Orpheus!" " she has required a access to a small spark of Creational Energy and Guardian powers." " when you remove her from that Mako Crystal some of it's magic had already seep into her body and was affect her Ki ."

" it was masking her Ki making it undetectable by her and others." " I told her how to cleanish her self of the foreign magical energy." " she is new to her newfound Guardian powers and that's why I suggest that she go see this Planet Earth's Guardian." Doxal voice stops being heard in everyone's heads.

moments on the Lookout Doxal relays a message to Earth's Guardian Eva saying " Earth's Guardian I'm the previous Guardian of Qacriea and I'm speaking telepathically with you from otherworld to deliver you this message." " the current Guardian of Qacriea is on Earth and her name is Althena Orpheus." " she is a Toadian who took as my apprentice. " "when passed away she was supposed to become Qacriea next guardian but something happen a wicked thing call it self Nya Imprison her in a crystalize structure and sent her to a far away planet that was far away and outside of the Tadpole Galaxy. "

"this Nya then trick some naive alien in to became a false Guardian. " " as for how I know this early when I was talking to her telepathically I also peek into her memories and saw first hand through her memories what happen to her on Qacriea 2,000 years ago. " " after being free from her frozen imprisonment for 2,000 years ." Althena has just required her Guardian Powers."

" so she is still very fresh." "as the previous Guardian of Qacriea I would like if you could take Althena Orpheus the current Guardian of Qacriea under you wing for one year to show her the ropes of being a Guardian."

[Lord Falcon]

"Your mistaken....I hate the creators. I will undo everything they have touched and created. But Etrina has done nothing to earn my ire...she was born not by her own choice, but a system that you and your ilk placed. She will grow, suffer and die....the essence that makes up her life will return to the eternal engine that powers this filthy system to be reborn and start the process all over again. She is as much a victim as any other. She is also...an important person. If I can minimize her suffering, I will do so....."

Parsic flexes her long metal fingers, a dark sphere blinking into existence over her palm. ".....I cannot however....bring myself to show the same mercy to you....."

In the blink of an eye, Parsic had closed the distance between the two and slammed her palm, and by extension the void sphere, into Asha'rahs midsection.

The force of the impact blows the goddess backwards with incredibly force, ripping the ground apart as she flies backwards several hundred yards.

At the same time the sphere embeds itself into Asha'rahs stomach and ignites in destructive void energy as it starts to agonizingly eat away at her internals.

Some distance away, a golden-eyed Oni materializes.

That she had forgotten it was Etrina's birthday was certainly problematic ... that she'd arrived late was, perhaps more so given the girl's true nature. Yet Ishtar's reason for both remembering -- and ultimately arriving now -- had little to do with a sudden realization. A shard of magicite had been embedded in her arm over a year ago, by her step-sister, Chrona; and for the better part of a day it had been throbbing dully in its setting, only transitioning to a very sharp pain less than five minutes beforehand.

Given the view when she appeared, the reason was certainly obvious ...

Dropping down from her perch, she watched as one of the familiars she can come to know ... perhaps too intimately, began toying with Zaofan; and despite knowing the Cookman was in danger, she waited. The Magicite would tell her when. Instead she simply approached the remnants of a steam engine that had seemingly crashed through the estate -- and its kitchen -- and took it firmly in hand.

When the familiar turned on Asha'rah, and hit her with concentrated corruption, the Magicite flared, and the glowing-horn Oni grunted.

Time, then.

Dragging the fragment of train-car behind her, she broke into a sprint ...



And Parsic would notice all too late, that a new challenger had approached:

The split second before the train-car came slamming into her, however, she'd hear a familiar voice.

"Hello again, Parsic. This is your stop."

"....Is that..." Parsic turned her head in time for the front end of the train to slam into her. Rather then push her forward, the train compartment buckles forward as though it hit something hard and unmovable....at which point the sudden jolt tears both the front engine and fuel tanks open with such force it instantly detonates the train car.

The explosion blows debre in all directions, and Parsic herself is sent flying backwards...making short work of a few trees before smashing through some rocks and coming to a stop.

"...Is that a joke...." Parsic continued her previous thought, pushing herself up out of the dirt. "......Perhaps I shouldn't have left that train lying there." Parsic cracks her neck, a momentary look of annoyance passes her slowly healing eyes. ".......The Oni right? More bother....I was only suppose to play with the cook for awhile, not deal with every one of you..."

Asha'rah had been expecting to be attacked, of course. Parsic had long shown a hatred for her well beyond anything she felt in return. But the burst of speed Parsic displayed was beyond what Asha'rah had seen in Etrina's simulation, to the extent it was a simulation at all. So it was that Parsic blew threw every outer layer of Asha'rah's defences, leaving no time for anything but a surge of creation aura to mitigate the effects of the void sphere. The blow struck Asha'rah full on, sending her flying across the landscape and crumpling the metal plating over her abdomen. As she tumbled into a recovery stance, Asha'rah heard the sound of a trainwreck, and felt the presence of a most exquisite presence. Ishtar.

She floated back to the battle, hand reaching out to brush Ishtar's cheek appreciatively. It was good to have her here, such a sure, grand and familiar presence, especially so soon after Erosa had been taken before her eyes.

But her gaze remained locked upon the void creature.

"Parsic, you believe this sphere of dominion yours by right. You see all of creation, every race, every innocent child, as but victims of circumstance - inherently abominations, deserving of oblivion for no reason but existence. You pity their inferiority, their unfortunate births into a life lacking in any value comparable to your ideal of a clean, monochrome void."

She smiled slightly, nodding in gradual understanding and acceptance.

"There are parallels in the annals of mortal history. I understand now. You are a Nazi."

Then Asha'rah vanished. But it wasn't because of some incredible burst of speed like Parsic displayed. She was simply never there. Visions in the Desert. The real Asha'rah appeared to Parsic's side, slamming a metal arm into the void creature's throat and dislodging her center of balance by rolling her around Asha'rah's hip. Then locking Parsic's main arm in place with both arms, she stuffed her hand down Parsic's throat and unleashed the light of creation. Molten chocolate flooded Parsic's mouth, quickly filling her insides to the point of bursting.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The tale Tao'ro spoke of traitors and wild ambitions seemed to make his voice wither and thin to match his diminished countenance. Shed of his armour, treading only that brittle woven path walked how often with that sublime skill, Ochazuke solemnly looked back at those aged, blind eyes. What feats the Spider spoke of would give rise to no acclaim; an account of a silent war bred of jealousy, of fear, and insatiable hunger.

"I see."

Ten paths. In keeping with a Master's vision, the Five he knew succumbed to the rage of beasts. It was then Ochazuke silently realized, what he had speculated to be an all-too mundane twisting of truth may be a deeper matter that spread its rot to the very heart of mankind.

What was it, then, that he was trying to revive? Many warriors long past sought a way, a path, naively seeking some technique that which would deliver them some salvation, only to invert the balance of power. Even if long forgotten, what if there was no greater truth, even in the cast-off corners of the Earth? What would change?

And yet, Auroc knew of Zxu'ro. An ill-fitting comfort in light of dull revelation. If the Master of Masters so possessed the means to defend this planet from his diabolical gaze, then it is decided.

He swallowed these doubts, forging ahead from the trail left lingering. The path of Zxu'ro was long forgotten. As people of this planet, just as the others made their destinations among the starways, so it would be their duty to ensure there was no answer left unexplored in they quest to keep the world turning.

“Then be at peace, for the weight of our bloody inheritance shall no longer be yours to bear,” he said.





From the heart of a glacier to the bowels of a jungle cavern, the idle wind-borne rush of conifers brought a sense of nostalgia for Ochazuke. It was there, imbedded fast in the shared vision of the Master's heirs where ancient wooden roots anchored the soil, bearing with their great age a wild shelter for all which dwelt below, casting long shadows that teemed with silent life unseen.

"So we are," he replied, so taken with the natural vista.

Gazing upward to the treetops which grew so high they seemed to converge in the distance and seemed meet the earth below as an expanse of pillars which held the sky aloft. When the man struck and fell it to timber with ease, his view tracked it where it came crashing down through branch and foliage and impacted the soil.

"We are here to pursue a goal in common, if we may understand each other"



Standing before the man, Ochazuke placed his hand on a tree, putting into practice some of the skill Tao'ro had so recently imparted to him, and listened from trunk, to root, and extending his ki to seek out any resonance within the immediate area.

The entire place is infused with a low level of ki. A peaceful, calm emotion seems to filter through the connection.

[Tami]

In some respects, this works well, the lightning funneling through Meagan and striking the Lasair without a hitch, much to the Elemanti's surprise. Yet its mastery was such that while the bolt itself did damage, the heat offered by it was siphoned, and used to replenish its strength. Though in the end, it was enough to return it to anything resembling what it once was, at the least, merely enough to allow it to struggle on a few moments more.



Ishtar nodded, and with a grunt, caught the Lasair's blow against her Katchin Cast, before wrapping her free hand around its throat, squeezing tight enough to have crushed a mortal's windpipe then; the golden-eyed Oni jerked the Archon of Lasair into the path of Sarada's Crimson Fist, which then proceeded to punch a more ... substantial hole through the Archon.

Howling in pain, the Archon attempted to scramble free from Ishtar's grip, but the now stronger Oni held firm.

Then she spoke.

"He cannot be killed, but we can make sure he will not fight for a long while."

Clearly she was opening it for Sarada, Meagan, and Asha'rah to let loose with everything they had.

When the lightening bolt failed to damage him sufficiently, Meagan switched tactics. Still tapping the power of the storm, she weaponized the physics it's self. Manipulating both Potential and Kinetic Energies, manipulatung the Pressure in an extremely localized area, the area around Lasair, and creating the effect of Explosive Decompression.

As she sought to explode him from within, Meagan channeled the Lightning energy, transforming it into Ki, multiplied it 5x, then sent out a Blast of her own aimed at him. Between her and Sarada, Meagan hoped, if she had her physics right, that it explode him into tiny little pieces.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

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Praxat replies to this saying "wait just how powerful are you?" Althena replies to this strangely in what appears to be English for the first time " I'm hold back a lot of power." " train both my body and my mind to be strong." " so that I could protect my kingdom and my planet."


"so when I met Doxal I was already strong and my strength is what I was know for before the whole Nya messed ." " so I find it odd that Guardian of Qacriea at that time would take some one like me as his apprentice to be his replacement." " back then I never thought I was actually fit to be an guardian ,but Doxal saw something in me." " early he spoke to me telepathically ."


" he told me that I had required god ki whatever that is and told me I have learn how to sense it yet. " " he instructed how to revert my Ki back into normal Ki." in other world Doxal thinks to himself saying " hmm maybe I should tell the current Guardian of Earth that the current Guardian of Qacriea is on earth but first I need to do this." back at Capsule Corp everyone who is in the same area as Althena include Jinzi suddenly hear Doxal's voice in their heads saying " Hello there Earthlings and Toadians."


"I am Doxal the previous Guardian of Qacriea and I'm speaking to you all telepathically from otherworld to give you a message." " the Toadian name Althena Orpheus was my apprentice." " I made her my apprentice after witness her commit one act of kindness." " this kindness was pull out a shard of stone that was stuck in the paw of a giant ferocious beast the largest land carnivore on Qacriea ."


" a beast called the Vear ." "the stone that had been stuck in it's paw had been making it go on rampage and Althena stop it not though force but by reliving it of it's pain." "she clean it's paw and bandage it cup to keep it from getting infected." " see how befriend one of Qacriea's most dangerous carnivores and the act of kindness she show to the creature."


" it's what made me choose her as my apprentice." " my time as Guardian of Qacriea ending 2,000 years ago and the current Guardian of Qacriea is Althena Orpheus!" " she has required a access to a small spark of Creational Energy and Guardian powers." " she also has both Normal Ki and god Ki."

"however she hasn't learn how to sense god Ki and I had to instruct her how to revert her Ki back into normal Ki." " she is new to her newfound Guardian powers and that's why I suggest that she go see this Planet Earth's Guardian." Doxal voice stops being heard in everyone's heads. moments on the Lookout Doxal relays a message to Earth's Guardian Eva saying " Earth's Guardian I'm the previous Guardian of Qacriea and I'm speaking telepathically with you from otherworld to deliver you this message."


" the current Guardian of Qacriea is on Earth and her name is Althena Orpheus." " she is a Toadian who took as my apprentice. " "when passed away she was supposed to become Qacriea next guardian but something happen a wicked thing call it self Nya Imprison her in a crystalize structure and sent her to a far away planet that was far away and outside of the Tadpole Galaxy. " "this Nya then trick some naive alien in to became a false Guardian. "


" as for how I know this early when I was talking to her telepathically I also peek into her memories and saw first hand through her memories what happen to her on Qacriea 2,000 years ago. " " after being free from her frozen imprisonment for 2,000 years ." Althena has just required her Guardian Powers." " so she is still very fresh."


"as the previous Guardian of Qacriea I would like if you could take Althena Orpheus the current Guardian of Qacriea under you wing for one year to show her the ropes of being a Guardian."

OT: Creational energy and being a guardian is ok, but no God Ki just yet FYI. Everything else is fine.

IC:

Jinzi nods as Eva appears and offers a hand to the Toadian Guardian.

“Seems you’ll be with me for a bit. I’m Earth’s Guardian. Please take my hand.”

[bruceleegreyhulk]

OT: Creational energy and being a guardian is ok, but no God Ki just yet FYI. Everything else is fine.

IC:

Jinzi nods as Eva appears and offers a hand to the Toadian Guardian.

“Seems you’ll be with me for a bit. I’m Earth’s Guardian. Please take my hand.”

OT: I got rid of the God Ki thing and edit her Ki as being masking by foreign magical energy from the magical crystal she was imprison in that seep into her body. in which Doxal tells her how to cleanish herself of it. also Jinzi scanner was able to detect this foreign magical energy.

Althena looks Eva saying " it seems like I know you but I shouldn't." " wait my voice it sounds weird why I'm speaking that person's language ( points at Jinzi) " I shouldn't be able to speak his language." " early I couldn't sense my own Ki but I herd my mentor Doxal's voice and he explain to me that body had been invaded by magical energy from the magical crystal that I was imprison in. "

" he told me that the magical energy that had invade my body was masking my own Ki . " " he also told me how to cleanish it from my body." Althena than takes Eva's hand after saying all that.