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Post by Nashi on Jun 14, 2018 16:09:24 GMT -6
The great and powerful King Yemma, purveyor of souls and owner of mahogany, must have been paying a lot of attention to the goings on down on Earth. Or, perhaps he had simply been doing his job for so long that he gained the ability to identify a hero at a glance. Regardless, a simple look up was all that the great judge needed to tell that Nashi’s was a heroic soul. The final sounds Nashi heard before his translocation were the dramatic smackings of a gavel and the exclaimed word ‘heaven’. Before the word had time to even properly reverberate around the room like the echoes of the waves in a bathtub, the cat who was once the Senbyō was no longer by the giant nimbus or the castle resting on it. Instead, Well… A blue blur briskly barrelled at break-neck, blazing speeds. ”AAAAAaaahhhhhhHHH!”This blur had the name of ‘Nashi’. He enjoyed milk, the colour blue, the Power Pole and not flying when he didn’t want to fly. And, despite being as dead as a mayfly in November, this was his story. … Or, perhaps it might have been, if he could figure out how to undie in about, say, two to six minutes. The blur, eventually, reached the ground. Nashi smashed through a bush of pretty flowers and tumbled across the landscape for a good five seconds more until the cat halted any further movements with his trusty Power Pole… his trusty Power Pole, mind you, that he apparently somehow still had with him. In Heaven. …Huh.But he could ponder the intricate workings of da stik ( does that mean that the nyoibō has a soul? If I had been sent to Hell, would it have been separated from me?) at a later, perhaps safer, period in time. Looking up, Nashi saw a whole bunch of flowers and… is— is that—?”Y-Yoga! You’re ali— you’re here!”That was good. After all, if Nashi knew that Yogu was fine, truly, then maybe he could get the sound of Virus eating him out of the corners of his mind. Something to hope for, with time. He remembered all of it in excruciating detail. Perhaps if his tear ducts weren’t already sore he’d be crying at the sight of his friend but, well… there had been enough crying. And despite the urge to go over and just hug Yogu, he could not. That wasn’t something a hero would do. All the same, he smiled, almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. ”How’ve you been? I mean, other than the bit with us being eaten, of course.”PL: 23,667.
He hasn’t had the opportunity to increase his Power Level, given past events.Om-Yogu |
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jun 14, 2018 22:00:37 GMT -6
Yogu hadn't been in Heaven for too long, in fact, he had only just gotten off of the plane a few hours ago. But that didn't stop him from training! Yogu had already done countless push ups, sit ups, squats, everything that he knew! "Alright! Time for some actually hard stuff!" Yogu transformed, then fired off ki blasts! he quickly went back to his base form and the ki blasts began to curve back towards him! "Here I go!" Yogu ran forward and took the ki blasts head on! It hurt quite a bit, but it was the only thing Yogu could think of to toughen himself up! The young fighter had worked himself to the bone! "Damn it... I can't be this tired already! I have to get back in the fight as soon as possible!"
Yogu was surprised by how long he was able to do his intense training. "Man, the Afterlife does have some perks, huh? I can train all I want and barely be tired!" Yogu then fell over, laying down in a bed of flowers. He looked around, he was in a beautiful field of flowers. "Man, I could really get used to this!" Yogu then stared up at the sky for a few minutes. "Ok, this is boring. Now that I think about it, Heaven isn't all it's cracked up to be. On Earth, something is always happening! Everyone just relaxes here. Nothing interesting happens- WOAH WHAT IS THAT!" There was the blur of something falling from the sky! It took awhile for Yogu to realize that whatever that blur was, it would be crashing really close to him. In fact, whatever it was almost looked like it was going to land on him. "Wait a minute... IT'S COMING RIGHT FOR ME! AHHHH!" Yogu quickly dove out of the way as the blur crashed right into the ground! The impact knocked Yogu back even further than when he dove out of the way!
When Yogu got up, he was amazed at what he saw. It was Nashi! He was wielding some stick, but that didn't matter to Yogu. It was his friend! Nashi said Yogu's name wrong again, but that didn't matter to him right now! He wouldn't have to be alone in Heaven anymore! And he had someone to train with! Nashi asked how Yogu had been since arriving in Heaven. "Well, I've been doing pretty good! Just training, but it gets boring pretty quick around here. Also, what did you say about me getting eaten?" Yogu was a little confused, but then he remembered all of the stuff he had to tell Nashi about! "Ya know what, that doesn't matter. You missed a bunch of stuff! I met this person who's this thing called a Shin-somethin'. Her name is Konpa and she said she could help with training! We should be stronger than those Stargoons in no time!" Yogu gives Nashi a thumbs up. "Let's get really strong so we can help our friends, alright?"
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Post by Nashi on Jun 16, 2018 22:49:04 GMT -6
”Oh, eaten schmeaten. Don’t worry about that!”
Yogu started telling Nashi about all the cool stuff he’d been missing out on. This was training, mostly, at least by the sounds of it. But apparently there was a ‘shin-something’— perhaps one of those shinnie-jinnies he’s heard of— called Konpa. Apparently she could help them get really powerful, but Nashi was doubtful.
”Yeah! Those moon crooks better watch themselves!” Of course, he wasn’t really expecting to actually ever meet the Stargoons again, in word or with fists. After all, he was seemingly irretrievably dead, and those exuberant baddies were the last people you’d expect to find in Heaven. Still, perhaps Nashi would find some sort of closure in the knowledge that he became more powerful than his killers. Or, you know, that might make it worse, knowing fully that you were dead because of your past weaknesses. Such a thought might have driven a man insane over the millennia, but the fields of flowers seemed to have a calming effect. Strange, that.
”We’ll get so strong that we’d be able to take on… like, I don’t know… something big!” He punched the air in victory, but he knew that what he spoke of was a long way away. A long way away in terms of time, sure, but more so in effort. ”Is this Konpa as strong as we are? ‘Coz, I mean, we’re both basically as strong as each other…” Not actually, but Nashi couldn’t sense energy. ”And with more people of our calibre, we’ll get really strong in no time at all!”
Because, if this Konpa was way too weak or way too strong, how could she possibly be of any assistance in training? That was the idea, at least.
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jun 20, 2018 19:01:26 GMT -6
Nashi shrugged off the whole getting eaten thing as if Yogu hadn't even asked the question. Yogu scratched his head then continued to listen to what Nashi had to say. When Nashi mentioned the Stargoons, Yogu was starting to get pumped up to train! Nashi had said that the 'moon crooks' had better watch themselves, and Yogu agreed completely! "Who knows, maybe if we're lucky maybe that King Yemma guy will let us come back to Earth one day so we can kick those guys's asses!" Yogu knew something like that probably wouldn't happen and wasn't possible, but Nashi was getting him hyped up to train! Then, Nashi said that the two of them will get so strong they'll be able to take on something big! "Yeah! Maybe we'll even take down the entire World Trade Fleet!" Nashi then asked about Konpa and Yogu snapped back to reality. "Uh... Well... You see... Konpa doesn't fit the usual description of 'strong'." Yogu makes air quotations to add effect to the word. "But, she is a Shinjin! Which means she probably knows a ton of really strong people from the afterlife! ... Probably." Yogu turns around and looks at the field of flowers around them. "But, Konpa's strength doesn't really matter right now, right? We should be training!" He then turns around to get into a fighting stance.
But as he turns around, Yogu stops for a moment. "Hey, Nashi. I've got a question." Yogu had begun to realize some things. He had never seen Nashi at Satan City before, and he was pretty sure Nashi wasn't born there or really had any connection to Satan City. "Why did you help out when those guys attack Satan City? It's not like you're from there or anything like that. And you definitely knew it was dangerous so, why'd you help?" Yogu was very curious because if he were Nashi, he would've just run away.
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Post by Nashi on Jun 21, 2018 23:40:10 GMT -6
”Yeah!... Well actually Yemma is kinda scary so maybe you ask him?” Not that either would have the opportunity: as far as Nashi could tell, where he was now was a distinct location from the place with the ogres and the weird castle resting on the giant Nimbus that seemed to spread on forever. Then again, thought Nashi, maybe if the baddies kill a load of people, Yemma would bring us back just to stop them. As much as he’d have liked to come back, it might have required many more deaths before it happened, something so horrendous that Nashi no longer considered it an option. ”Yeah, the World Trade Fleet! We’ll be able to kick their asses so hard their spleens’ll come outta their mouths!” Nashi had no idea what the World Trade Fleet actually was, but he was pretty pumped, so…
Anyway.
Konpa, as it turned out, was strong. That usually meant that they were weak. Nashi sighed a bit in disappointment, washing away some of his prior enthusiasm. Apparently, she was something called a ‘Shin-jin’. Nashi didn’t know what that was, but it sounded a bit like ‘shinnie-jinnie’, which his mother described as ‘the janitors of the universal potty’ in one bedtime story. Maybe Yiga meant them. He did also bring up the possibility that Konpa knew some strong peeps, but... ”Oh yeah? I betcha, In a week, we’ll be stronger than all of them combined!”
Uh oh. Yogu wanted to ask a question. Usually, when people told Nashi that they wanted to ask a question, it was his mother asking something like ‘where did the weekly chocolate go’. The answer to this, of course, was obvious. ”Oh, just that? You kinda spooked me, you made it sound serious!”
But you didn’t need a serious justification to do the right thing. Well, you did, but usually ‘doing the right thing’ was the justification. ”I was hanging around with Makihoso. He’s a Majin, and an ex-mob boss, and now he runs a sushi train place! I promised I’d return to try out his sushi— he didn’t want me to, but I really wanted some sushi, so...” He didn’t want to mention that Makihoso was probably under Chamil’s chaotic control. Or, you know, dead. ”But... wrong place, wrong time, that sorta thing. And, as for why I didn’t run away and save my hide…”
Didn’t Yogu know?
Did it really need to be stated?
Was it not obvious?
”Because helping is what a hero would do.”
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jul 6, 2018 22:00:43 GMT -6
Yogu chuckled at Nashi's comment on how scary Yemma is. "Pssh, big intimidating guys like Yemma are always big softies!" Or at least, Yogu hoped. While in the line, he did hear him sentence a lot of people to Hell. Nashi seemed eager to fight the World Trade Fleet. "Yeah! We'll get em' good- Oh wait, I just remembered!" Yogu was recalling the events of the whole attack on Satan City and remembered something that the one who killed him, the 'Violet Stargoon' said. "Those Stargoon guys said that the attack on Satan City wasn't a 'World Trade Fleet thing'. Do you think that means they work for the WTF? If that's true, fighting against the WTF when we get back is probably our best bet at finding them and getting revenge!" Yogu was a little proud of himself for figuring that out. In reality, it was very easy to put two and two together but he wasn't the brightest when it came to things that weren't punching.
Nashi was very optimistic when it came to just how much stronger they'd get in heaven. But while recounting the events of what happened in Satan City, he was starting to get worried. "These Stargoon guys destroyed an ENTIRE town... How're we supposed to be able to match that? How're we supposed to get that strong?" Then Nashi answered Yogu's question. He seemed pretty lax about the question, acting like it wasn't a big deal. Yogu grumbled to himself, "I was being serious..." Then Nashi talked about how he was at Makihiso's sushi train. Yogu wanted to talk about a few funny stories he had about Makihiso, but this wasn't the time for jokes. Yogu had suddenly become all business. Then, he explained why he didn't run away. "A hero...? heh. You're just sounding like my grandfather now. Guess you ended up just like him too... Listen, Nashi, I don't know if you just spent your entire life in front of a TV screen or something but this isn't a world of heroes. I know from personal experience. The only reason why I and my other friends were fighting was that Satan City is our home." Yogu had hated heroes for a long time now. Ever since he had to move to Satan City, ever since what happened to his grandfather.
But, as he finished his speech, he thought about his last few weeks on Earth. He had spent them going on a real adventure. Not only that, but a majority of that time was spent doing things a hero would. He fought members of the World Trade Fleet, sure, he had lost. But he still did it because the WTF were bad people who wanted to hurt his friends. Then there was the Crimson Strikers. Why did he join an actual hero group despite his hatred for heroes? He kept telling himself he joined the group because Choco and the other members were strong, but now he was second-guessing himself.
Yogu's family had a long line of heroes starting with his great-grandfather. His grandfather was the only one in the family that was actually successful. His father was his sidekick before he settled down and got married. Then Yogu's older sister Tofi took the role of their Grandfather's sidekick briefly before his death. It seemed like being a hero was in the Om family's blood, but Yogu had gone from being excited to be trained to rejecting all of that once his family stopped being heroes and moved to Satan City after what happened to his Grandfather. Why? Yogu didn't really know. He didn't know why he had started crying either, but like his rejection of being a hero, it just started happening. Yogu tries his best to hide his tears from Nashi, but he had a feeling he was doing a poor job. He stood in silence for a few seconds, trying to wipe away his tears. "H-Hey Nashi... I-I'm sorry for what I just said... Being a hero's r-really honorable... L-Let's get really strong and b-be heroes!" Yogu tried to regain his composure but was failing miserably. "W-What the hell's happening to me? Why am I being such a crybaby?" A few moments pass and Yogu manages to stop the flow of tears. He looks back up at Nashi, "Hey Nashi, so you stop saying my name wrong, just call me Yo from now on, alright?"
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Post by Nashi on Jul 7, 2018 5:23:46 GMT -6
Apparently, the Satan City ordeal wasn’t a ‘WTF thing’. Perhaps this might have come as a shock to Nashi if he knew what that was. But alas, he had no reaction in store for it. What he did learn, however, was that they were baddies and somehow affiliated with the moon crooks.
Then, doubts over strength. ”If you judge a baddie’s strength by their ability to wreck a town, they’ll always seem stronger!” For, while the good guys might be just as powerful or more so, they’d never take over a town and thus would never be able to demonstrate their power in the same metric. Nashi thought the exact same thing, just with considerably smaller words. ”And, besides, as for how we’ll get that strong, there’s always training.”
And then, perhaps, onto something a tad more serious. It was true that Nashi had spent a lot of his time in front of the television. It was true, he’d have admitted, that he spent even more time idolising and analysing heroes and the narratives in which they were present. ”Wha—” What Yogu was telling him was not new to him. His parents had told him the same thing (although in lighter terms) and, indeed, he’d argue these same points in his own mind just so that he could come up his arguments to justify his obsessions. He had arguments, but no words came out. He looked to the side and crossed his arms.
Which, he asked himself, is more valiant: to protect one’s home, or to protect even if it isn’t? Perhaps it was irrelevant, but it was a question stuck in his mind all the same.
This wasn’t a competition of valiance. This was a matter concerning the validity of heroes. And, in that, Nashi was too researched to give an objective answer… but perhaps he could get over one of his points. Just one.
”W-Were you there at the Lookout, on the day it was attacked?” Nashi didn’t remember seeing him, but he hardly knew what to look for back then. ”It was a peaceful day, a wonderful day. Broadcasting his intentions of destroying the Lookout was the worst thing Maple could’ve ever done because soon…” he laughed, wiping away his own tears, ”... because soon, a dozen heroes came out of nowhere and beat the baddies away!” He sighed, pleased. There wasn’t much in the way of tears in the first place, mostly just a wetness in the eyes, but regardless it had passed soon enough. He wasn't the crying type. ”It was great. It was… heroic.”
Nashi was not as worried about the baddies winning in the long-run as he probably should have been. He was glad that there were others heroes defending the planet…
… He then wondered where they had been when he was murdered.
His smile faded.
”It’ll be OK. It is OK.” He had never figured Yogu to be a cryer. He always thought of Yogu as being quite a tough type of bloke. Perhaps this was the human's intention... Regardless, he wasn’t judging. Even heroes cry. ”We’ll get really strong and kick their asses in, don’t you worry!” Weren’t one-year-olds supposed to be the ones being comforted, not the other way around? It hardly mattered. ”We’ll get so strong that we’ll never have to train again, and then we’ll train anyway. And we’ll do it together. That’s a promise… Yo.”
damnit Yogu stop chopping onions
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jul 8, 2018 21:32:00 GMT -6
Nashi tried to cheer Yogu up, saying that villains will always seem strong if you judge them by how easily they destroy a town. "But didn't they use their strength to destroy the town?" Well, it didn't really matter to Yogu. The fact that the senbyō was trying to cheer him up was enough to lift his spirits. Shortly after Yogu had said his speech on how unrealistic heroes are, just as he began to break down in tears, Nashi started to tell a story. Yogu had no idea what the Lookout was, but the Stargoons had announced their attack on it. Then, heroes came and put a stop to their plans. Yogu looked up for a moment and noticed that Nashi was crying too. "D-Damn, we really are crybabies, huh? hehe..."
Then, when Yogu apologized, Nashi kept telling Yogu that it was OK. This only seemed to cause Yogu to cry more. "Y-Ya know saying s-stuff like that's j-just going to make me cry m-more..." As Yogu finished wiping away the new wave of tears, Nashi made a promise. A promise to train together, to gain the strength to defeat the stargoons, and to go beyond that and train more. "Nashi... HAHAHA! That's a p-pretty big promise pal, you b-better keep it..." Yogu tries to hold back more tears but fails. Yogu holds out his fist as tears flow down his face, waiting for a fist bump. Even if Yogu doesn't get his fist bump, he'll wipe away what tears are left, and tries to regain his composure. "A-Alright... So... What do we do now? We've got a long time until any of this revival stuff happens, so it's up to you. Personally, I think doing some training is the best thing for right now. It'd be a good way for us to get used to, ya know, being dead and all."
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Post by Nashi on Jul 8, 2018 23:44:33 GMT -6
The two Earthling heroes shared a fistbump.
”I promise.” Uh oh, he just made a promise to keep his promise. He promised2. To break one of the promises was to break both, giving Nashi all the more reason to break neither.
What did I promise to do again?
Yes, that was right: train until the baddies that vanquished them were themselves vanquishable, and then train more until it would be easy. Nashi remembered how powerful those baddies were, how sure of their power they were, how quickly Maple’s attacks send him to the ground… he could hardly imagine himself being that strong. And to be even stronger made him doubt if keeping the promise was even a possibility… but it had to be. Heroes, after all, never broke their promises2.
”Oh, yeah, training could work.” Less than an hour ago, Nashi was eating sushi at Makihoso’s sushi train place. Back then, he had only a limited concept of death— as he still did— and didn’t think he’d even remotely have to deal with anything even tangentially related to it for many years to come. But the baddies won, the hero had been slain and, within minutes of getting to heaven, was already planning training to get strong enough to easily defeat his murderers. The event was still fresh in his mind, yet his death had not fully hit him.
”How did you train, back when you were on Earth?” It was better than saying ‘back when you were alive’. "Maybe we could do that."
The strongest baddie at the DE was Maple, whose strongest form had 124kPL. That’s what the promise says he’ll/they’ll surpass. I mean, you could interpret that to mean they have to be stronger than the baddy XP sum, but whatever it's a good IC goal.
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jul 9, 2018 1:28:27 GMT -6
Nashi followed through with the fist bump and their promise was sealed. Well, not really, they hadn't signed a contract or anything like that, but it was pretty much the same thing. Nashi had agreed to do some training, and Yogu was already cracking his knuckles and doing some stretches. "Alright! Training it is then!" Then, Nashi asked what Yogu did for training. He thought about it for a moment and realized he has never done any actual training. Well, he had done training before, just not exercising and things like that. "Well, the only training I've ever done is some good old sparring!" In all honesty, it wasn't really sparring, it was more beating up his rival gang at Orange Star High. But those days felt like months ago now, he needed to stop focusing on the past and focus on the present if he wanted to get stronger!
Yogu looks around the vast open field of flowers. "Well, at least we don't have to move to a less crowded place or anything like that. I'm ready to start when you are." Yogu stands there, waiting for Nashi to make a move. He would get into a stance here, but he wasn't very well versed in the martial arts part of fighting.
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Post by Nashi on Jul 9, 2018 4:13:59 GMT -6
”Heh, same.” He didn’t train in life. There was sparring, because of course there was, but that hardly counted as training proper. No, sparring was more too much like a fight. Other than sparring, if that even counted, the things that made him especially powerful were time, fighting baddies and being dead. Some of these made sense to the Senbyō: time made him more powerful because, being 1 year old, he was growing quite quickly, in body and therefore strength. Then again, some didn’t: being dead made Nashi stronger than he thought he would have otherwise been and he really couldn’t understand why.
”Yeah, anyway, I was thinking— wait, train now?” He looked around, confused. ”I thought you meant we’d— no, nevermind, you’re right, let’s spar now! I’ll get us started.”
Nashi seemed to throw himself at Yogu, Power Pole leading, aiming to trip Yogu over at the knees with an elongated swipe of his staff.
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jul 9, 2018 16:14:29 GMT -6
It turns out that Nashi hadn't trained when he was alive either. "Now that I think about it, that's probably why we lost to the Stargoons..." Well, they had plenty of time to train here. But it seemed like Nashi wanted to do something else, he was confused by Yogu getting ready to spar. "Well yeah, of course we should train now, right? What else are we going to do, sit around and cry some more? We need to get strong and fulfill that promise as soon as possible!" As Nashi says he'll start the sparring match, Yogu raises his hands and curls them into fists, getting ready for an attack!
What he didn't expect, was an attack at the legs. Before he knew what was happening, Nashi was coming right at him, wielding a big stick. He swings at Yogu's legs and Yogu trips over. He manages to put his hands out and stop himself from face planting onto the ground! He goes into a handstand before pushing up off the ground, jumping behind Nashi! Yogu aims his body so he's able to kick off of Nashi! If he's able to do this, he will launch himself a couple feet away. Expecting Nashi to have fallen over from this, he lands with his back turned to Nashi and takes a few deep breaths. "Alright... I should've expected something like that... I need to work on reacting quicker and coming up with strategies on the fly." Yogu turns around and stands there, waiting for Nashi to make another move. "I put some distance between us, so I should be able to react quicker against the next attack!"
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Post by Nashi on Jul 10, 2018 2:57:19 GMT -6
Yogu jumped off of and behind Nashi! He moved himself a few feet backwards, the force of the jump forcing Nashi over. The cat quickly got back up onto his feet in just about no time at all, repositioning his stance to better accommodate for his weapon of choice, the weapon his grandfather and his fathers before him could have potentially wielded (sources were unclear).
”Getting outta this attack won’t be so easy!”
Nashi would extend his Power Pole in a wide sweeping motion, again seeking to trip over the human. However, when the pole would be vertically directly beloy Yogu’s head, he’d force it up (making it a bit shorter in the process so it didn’t hit Yogu in the Yogu Jnr. factory) so that it was right in front of his face, where he would extend it to maximum length!
Well, no, not quite maximum length. Nashi didn’t know if there was such a thing. But a good twenty meters! Hopefully, Yogu would be sent back far further.
"Nifty staff, isn't it?"
Some ground rules that we should hopefully be following in this spar, and hopefully all following:
- No SIGS. I brought out the SIG in the spar intradiegetically chronologically in the future because of narrative reasons, but I probably shouldn’t have. They’re too powerful for a spar.
- No transformations that cost anything/cause a strain. Since we’re both human, Intense Struggle fits into this, and probably shouldn’t be used.
- No attacks to the groin. Let’s be gentlemen about this.
If you don’t want Nashi to use his Power Pole ability I’ll happily oblige but for now it seems OK. Do these rules seem good for you? Of course, feel free to break them, just note that it probably wouldn’t be conduct expected from a good sport such as Yogu, wink wink.
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jul 10, 2018 20:47:44 GMT -6
Nashi swings again with the stick, extending it so Yogu comes into range of the trip attack. "I was expecting this! HAHA!" Yogu jumps up into the air just as Nashi tilts his magical stick up, what he wasn't expecting was the stick to change direction and be aimed directly at his face. "Ah, crap..." The stick shoots forward, extending super far and launching him! "AHHH!" As Yogu soars through the air, he spins around, trying to position himself so that he lands on his feet. This doesn't help much, since the speed causes him to crash into the dirt, creating a small crater. A few moments of silence pass before Yogu slowly rises out of the hole. "What the hell's with that stick?!" For a moment, Yogu looks a little angry. His expression quickly changes into amazement. "It's... SO COOL! I wish I had something like that... Oh well." Yogu rubs the massive bump on his forehead that was made by the staff, then puts his fists up to use as a defense. "I don't need it to win. hehehe!"
Yogu dashes forward, keeping his fists up to try to block any oncoming attacks. If the Nyoibō is still extended, Yogu jumps onto it and starts to run across it, coming at Nashi! If Nashi moves it at all, Yogu switches to flying just above the ground! If he's lucky and not met with any strong attacks, he elbows Nashi in the stomach, hopefully sending him flying far enough to catch his breath. Yogu stands there, happy that he actually landed a blow against someone with that much range. "Well, having a weapon would be cool and all, but staffs aren't the thing for me. Maybe a sword or something? Hmm..." Yogu becomes lost in thought, trying to figure out what weapon would be best suited for the Ki Overdrive fighting style.
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Post by Nashi on Jul 11, 2018 4:42:31 GMT -6
”It’s called the Power Pole, or the Nyoibō. It can extend, and detract, and a bunch of really cool things! And as cool as it is, I’m so cool on my own that I don’t need it to beat you!” But he was going to use it anyway, because it was just that cool.
Yogu began running back on the Power Pole, which was a feat almost as impressive as anything Nashi did, which was inherently really cool on its own. Panicking, Nashi shortened the Power Pole to its usual size. This caused Yogu to start flying above the ground, his velocity in no way diminished. However, such a large distance to cover did give Nashi plenty of time to plan and prepare: when Yogu did come, Nashi was able to deflect his elbow to the side and, hopefully, use the human’s velocity against him by sending him to the floor at Nashi’s left.
”I may have a staff, but my ki attacks can turn into spears.” Soon, Yogu would know this all too well. ”Those are also pretty…” There was a flash of the memory of Nashi stabbing Virus in the chest, but he shook it away. His voice stuttered, making him open for attack.
”... Cool.”
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