After Nashi’s ‘loss’ in the fight between him, Yogu and Yanwang, he’d been in the need for more training. He was sure to pester Yogu about it more as the two were just about precisely equal in strength making for a wonderful spar but, before then, he had someone else to track down.
Yanwang and Yogu weren’t the only ones present for the spar. There was another, although he didn’t actually partake: he was a Shinjin with a knack for untimely healing. After the fight, he looked after Nashi’s (admittedly minimal) injuries and treated him to some food, to boot! When he was said and done, Nashi went off to do his own thing, encountering Yanwang again and meeting another Shinjin, Konpa, who agreed to train him.
When he wanted to meet back up with Kanrin for training to prepare for another spar with Yogu, he realised there was a slight issue: he had no idea where Kanrin was. He also had no idea what his name was, for that matter. It was hard to remember anything after that high-octane spar, after all!
He had found the place of that first spar and started heading in the general direction he vaguely remembered maybe heading over to, perhaps.
”Hey!” he’d shout, louder than he probably should have been shouting, ”Is there anybody around?!”
The sound of water was soothing, the trees nearby giving a nice shade despite it not being hot or cold. The atmosphere was calming to say the least for Virkalon as he sat upon his knees by the water. The tea set was placed nearby with him occasionally glancing at it, his thoughts on wanting to try making tea again. His first attempt was utterly disastrous, the tea having been aweful to taste and had made him pause in thinking of trying again. He returned his gaze to the water, watching the small fish within go about their business as usual while he watched on. He wasn't here to meditate but he had stopped at the idea of trying to make tea. Now however he had found his thoughts wondering. They didn't want for attention long as the sound of someone's voice rang out. Virkalon turned his head toward the source, his featureless face seeking the sound of the voice. He slowly stood up, placing the tea kit away in a small satchel before placing it upon his shoulder. Once comfortable he set out to find the person speaking. He found the individual, though he was confused as to why a human was here. He stood silently for a while before holding up a hand and speaking.
"Yes! Over here."
Virkalon said, some distance away but kept his hand up a moment longer as a gesture of welcome. He supposed after all the bizarre meetings lately this one would not be to bad hopefully.
As luck would have it, Kanrin wasn't far from Nashi or his newfound acquaintance. He didn't often come here, but after witnessing such an exciting battle here the other day, he couldn't help but be drawn to return. The first sign of his arrival came in the form of an upbeat little tune, whistled out for all to hear. Then, he came over the hill with a skip in his step, his staff clutched behind him in a neat pose. He came to a halt only when he spotted the ghost and earthling together, two individuals to whom he was briefly acquainted.
"Ah!" he called as he started towards the pair, pausing somewhere between them given their distance. "I'm almost surprised to run into you both here at once. And in the same spot as last time, for you," he nodded towards Nashi at that. "Are you two joining here for a spar of your own..? I feel as if I've missed some memo about this place being converted into a battleground."
He clapped his hands together. "Unless you're here for some other reason! In which case, I think I should like to join you, if you'll have me."
There was someone else out at where he was. It certainly wasn’t Kanrin, at least judging by the voice, but it seemed friendly enough. Looking over… huh.
The welcoming fellow seemed to be dressed in a mix between robes and armour, all of it dark. Its face— or helmet, it was hard to tell— had what seemed to be metallic ears on either side. Perhaps, to another, this sight might have been intimidating, but for Nashi it was not. There were two primary reasons behind this: firstly, his appearance could be construed as feline-looking, which Nashi was always a fan of. Secondly, around his fists and under his mask was a certain glowing light blue energy.
He began moving over but stopped at the sound of whistling. Looking over, Nashi was surprised to see Kanrin! Well, he didn’t know that was his name, but it was him regardless!
”Eheh, I don’t know about a spar. I was just looking for you, is all.” Though, he was looking for the Shinjin for training, and training seemed to mostly involve sparring. ”It’s come to my attention that it may be possible for me to return to life.” Konpa made him aware of that but he didn’t want to say so just in case the two didn’t like each other. ”I want to be very powerful if such a time ever comes, and as such I’ll need all the training I can get! Oh, but, hehe…”
He gave a slight snicker and looked between the two. ”First, I’d like to know your names. Both of you. I’m Nashi, by the way!” Although that last bit would only be news to the armoured one, introducing himself had become second nature.
Nashi’s acute heterotic olfactory sensory systems— er, his catty sense of smell— was picking something up. ”Is that tea I smell?”
You mention Virkalon being up to his knees and, according to your profile, the cool Anubis-like armor is only what he’s like when he’s transformed, so I assumed he was using the x3. Apologies if that wasn’t right.
The man had been friendly enough so far, waving back to him while giving a greeting. This was followed by the Shinjin from before kanrin who appeared to be just travelling. Virkalon listened casually, not wanting to interrupt their conversation simply looking between the two as they spoke. It was when the request for a name came up that Virkalon held his hand up once more in a greeting gesture while he spoke.
"My name is Virkalon. Virk is fine if you don't want to say the whole thing, or do its up to you."
After a moment the man seemed to smell the tea he had been attempting to make and Virkalon's reminder came with a startled jump before darting back over to the tea pot to see how the tea was going. He opened the little lid and gazed inside at the liquid. It looked like tea but he was scared for anyone else to try it.
He was debating on "accidently" spilling it to prevent it from being tasted. He kneeled beside the pot while removing it from a small fire he had started. After a few moments of preparation the tea was ready to be served, even if it wasn't truly ready to be drank yet. He knew little of how to interact with others, and he was getting nervous now. He had spent the last few centuries alone, not that it wasn't his own choice but suddenly he was now speaking to numerous people casually.
"Er... yea I think its ready? I hope..."
He took a seat with his legs crossed purposely keeping his back turned to the others, not wanting to look at them. He felt embarrassed and suddenly had this urge to run away. Why was he so nervous to be talking to others now, after he had just spoken to the Shinjin? He felt oddly out of place suddenly like he didn't belong here among-st the others. Deciding he had better be quiet or he would ultimately say something completely ignorant, even if the conversation hadn't even started yet.
You are correct, he was tranformed. I apologize for not stating that earlier. If I make a mistake please don't hesitate to point it out so I can learn where and when to do things for the details.
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2018 5:53:32 GMT -6 by Virkalon: Editting details
The Shinjin raised an eyebrow at Nashi's comments. Returning to life may not have been unheard of, but it wasn't exactly a simple matter. At least, not for everyone. Still, given the high level of skill the Earthling had shown in his battle with Yogu earlier, they would definitely be of great help to their planet if they could be returned... he frowned faintly, but nodded. "If you truly do intend to return to life, then I suppose it would be my responsibility to help you develop before you do. After all, I quite like Earth. I would rather it remain as pleasant as it is today."
He spun his staff out from behind his back and planted it firmly onto the ground, letting it slink back to rest against his shoulder. He offered a formal bow of his head before introducing himself. "The name is Kanrin. And of course," he looked to the ghost before offering a bow to him, in turn. "We've already been acquainted ourselves."
Kanrin gestured towards the tea. "I'm glad to see you're giving it a serious try. It is, you will find, quite a healthy habit to pick up. Not to mention vital for training. But we'll come back to that another day, I'm sure."
The armoured dude’s name was Virkalon. He was right to offer up a shortening: ‘Virk’ sounded to Nashi like a much better name. It was no ‘Nashi’ but, still, good name.
At first, Nashi thought he was running away, but soon enough it was made apparent that he was just checking up on what Nashi could only assume to be his tea. Perhaps he had forgotten about it? It was a possibility. The Senbyō didn’t know an awful lot about tea and didn’t like it all that much, but the trope of old masters liking and brewing (was brewing the right word? Nashi certainly had no idea) tea had pervaded throughout media to the point where those who drunk it were seen as inherently wiser. He wanted to emulate this, he wanted to be wiser, but had to compromise and just started getting watered-down iced tea.
”Oh good, the tea’s looks great!” Oh no, the tea looks great! He’ll be insulted for sure when I inevitably don’t like it!
In other news, Kanrin— and Kanrin was actually his name, as Nashi now knew— had agreed to train him! This was good. Not so good: Kanrin was seemingly pressuring his newfound student in trying tea. Nashi finally understood what the cool dude on the TV ad-break was talking about when he said to ‘resist peer pressure’ and to ‘not do drugs’, but the situation was just about forcing him to ‘indulge’ in the horrible drug and ‘healthy habit’ of tea. ”Oh, er, yes, ahem…”
He’d go over to the tea and have a nice sit down, hopefully following or to be followed by the others. He’d sit there, smiling and dreading, waiting to be potentially poured a cup of leafwater.
Virkalon listened to Kanrin talk, speaking about the tea and its necessity in training. Though the other person seemed to be interested as well as he had taken a seat by the tea pot. Virkalon got comfortable sitting cross legged, managing to pour some tea into three individual cups leaving a fourth off to the side on its own. Once the other person was seated, he would offer the cup to Nashi and once it was taken or if it was taken he would return to his own cup.
Virkalon would place the cup to where his "mouth" was before a small sliver would open to resemble one. Though it possessed no lips it was indeed a mouth with even a functioning tongue. He would taken a drink and if he had eyes they would be wide open at the horrible taste of the tea. It was completely bitter, with no taste that could be resembled to good for someone who was just trying it. An acquired would be an accurate term to be used to describe the liquid.
He lowered the tea cup from his mouth and a visible sweat was on his cheek as he swallowed the bitter liquid. He even tasted the water in it which made it worse somehow to him. Virkalon would place the cup down on a small patch of cloth he was using to rest the tea set upon, the red fabric clean and pristine looking against the grass.
Was all he could mutter looking at Nashi, apologizing himself to the horrible taste that was the tea he had made. He didn't even know if Nashi liked it yet but he was compelled to say it regardless. He would keep his gaze fixed on the tea pot, not sure what else to do.
Kanrin followed after Nashi to the little placement set out, taking a seat off to the side. While he had encouraged Nashi to try some, he himself abstained for now. After all, he already had his afternoon tea. And maybe, just maybe, he didn't quite trust someone brand new to brew a pot properly. That would be a skill he would just have to teach him a little later down the road. He let his staff lean against the bench next to him and he looked between the pair. "So, then. You say you want to become as 'very powerful'," he directed his attention towards Nashi, considering. "By my estimate, you are already dramatically stronger than most any Earthling. Certainly, you're already among the most exceptional of your kind."
He perched his head in his chin, considering Nashi at length. He wasn't lying: at this point in time, the Senbyo possessed some remarkable power. The fact that he was killed at all provoked worrying questions over the power of those forces currently threatening Earth. "... Answer me this. You want to become powerful, but -- how powerful do you think you can become? How high do you think your personal ceiling is?"
He leaned back in the bench, keeping his gaze fixed on Nashi while he awaited the answer.
Nashi held his cup of tea closer to his head (leaving the saucer where it was). Although he’d keep it from spilling, he’d otherwise act as if he was ignoring it. This was made easier by Konpa— er, Kanrin— giving his wise words of wisdom (as opposed to dumb words of wisdom like one of the ‘gurus’ on the news or wise words of inanity like most of Nashi’s life advice). ”You mean... really?” He almost spilt his tea. ”You think I’m the most powerful Earthling aliv— the most powerful Earthling?” Kanrin didn’t quite say that, but that was certainly how Nashi took it.
He smiled. ”Thank you, Kanrin. You’re quite kind.”
But there was another issue (well, question) brought up: how powerful could he become? In other words, what was his full potential? It was certainly an intriguing question, and a welcome one as long as it would help to delay the tea, so— oh wait no Virkalon’s drinking the tea! I need to drink it at the same time! Probably!
Rushed and unsure, Nashi had no other choice (let’s be honest here he definitely did) but to empty the entirety of his cup straight into his mouth!
”Aaa-Aaahahaa, it’s hot!” He tried to get onto his feet quickly but his awkward seated position, the pain and the speed at which he was trying it made him trip over himself, falling on his butt. This sudden motion (and its sudden stop) forced Nashi to swallow the quite hot leafwater! The taste was overpoweringly awful, but that might have just been due to the high temperature or the means by which he ingested it… or so he thought.
He failed to hear Virkalon’s apology and thus, not thinking that there was anything wrong with the tea, would offer his own: ”... I’m very sorry, Mister Virkalon!”
He’d sit down again, a bit ashamed of his ‘misbehaviour’ in front of his ‘host’. Meanwhile, of course, he’d continue thinking about Kanrin’s question, waiting to answer it when it wouldn’t seem weird given what immediately preceded it.
Virkalon listened to the conversation, not wanting to interrupt their meeting. It was interesting to hear, though Virkalon could not sense ki so he could not tell how strong this human was. Though Kanrin seemed to think so, as such the Spirit warrior could only assume it was as such. He let his tea sit as he didn't really want to drink it. Though he had made it which made it feel like a waste, he didn't want to taste anymore than he had to of it. When the human took a drink of the tea, he had proclaimed it to be hot. Virkalon would agree though he hadn't really had an issue with it. The human soon apologized for his behavior but Virkalon only held up a hand in a friendly gesture.
"No need to apologies."
Virkalon was curious to what the human thought of his strength as he was clearly surprised by the idea of him being one of the strongest humans. The ghost could only wonder just how strong he was, though he didn't really want to push for any sort of confrontation with someone who didn't seem evil. Something in his mind told him to just avoid confrontation. He simply continued to remain silent, not wanting to draw attention.
Kanrin blinked his eyes at Nashi's reaction. He didn't really say he thought he was the most powerful... in fact, he suspected it was a rather close competition between himself and the other Earthling that he had been fighting not long ago. But he seemed to take the compliment well, so rather than correct the Senbyo, he opted to just roll with it. He leaned his head to the side as he awaited an answer to his question, but instead --
-- he witnessed one of the strangest reactions to tea he had ever seen. He stood up and leaned over the fallen Nashi, raising an eyebrow. "... Do you need healing?" he asked, his tone a little too serious. He was probably making fun of him. Without waiting for an answer, he circled around to take his seat again. "You might be powerful in your own right, but you are sorely lacking for etiquette when it comes to drinking. And maybe your self-preservation instincts aren't exactly up to par..." he frowned, looking at his empty cup. "Usually, you sip it so you don't burn your tongue."
”Oho, no healing, no thanks, I’m all right…” He did not hear any mockery in the Shinjin’s voice and certainly didn’t think Kanrin was being anything but legitimate in his question.
”... Yeah, ‘etiquette’...” Kanrin was hardly the first person to have told him that. He remembered, when his mother was trying to teach him her favored style of Leopard Kung Fu, what adage she’d share when he missed: ”It does not matter how powerful the river is if goes down the wrong valley.” Nashi always thought that was a weird adage on scales both literal and figurative, but the point was that there had been an apparent need for etiquette for quite a while. Nashi, not yet two years old, did not do much to act on this need.
And while he was sure Kanrin would try to teach Nashi this foreign quality, the cat was just happy he wasn’t expected to drink any more tea. He needed to change the subject.
”Ahem, anyway… about the extent of my power thing…”
He cleared his throat and sighed. ”The heroes of old were very powerful. So powerful that they could tank attacks that could destroy planets without even so much as flinching! To protect my home, I need to be the most powerful.” But, did he? It wasn’t so much a need to be the strongest but a need to be stronger than all the baddies. It was just that, in Nashi’s experience, those two were basically the same thing.
”You speak of ceilings, but you forget: I am one quarter a cat. We instinctively seek higher places. Ceilings— well, roofs— are but steps if you can leap for them.”
Unintentionally long, sorry. Too much speech.
Last Edit: Jul 12, 2018 0:21:08 GMT -6 by Nashi: ceiling/roof dichotomy
Virkalon didn't say much as the two had a talk, speaking of ceilings and how the heroes of old could withstand planet destroying attacks. This left an impression on Virkalon as he found himself more into the conversation than before. However the subject seemed over by that extent however this didn't stop him from thinking about it. He was watching Nashi but was mostly thinking about what he had said earlier.
"Heroes of old?"
Virkalon asked curiously, not wanting the subject to slide enough to make it awkward to ask later.
Kanrin looked down at the pot of tea, almost tempted to try it just to see if it really was as bad as the ghost seemed to believe. But when Nashi began to discuss his own aspirations, he looked up again, a frown etching across his features. He let him finish before shaking his head in disagreement. "You don't need to be the most powerful to protect your home," he contended, waving his hand to the side dismissively. "It's tempting to think so, perhaps, but being the strongest only means you have a larger target on your back. You don't need to be the benchmark by which the universe judges itself. You only need to be strong enough to stand toe to toe with whoever you're facing. Ideally stronger, but--" he shook his head again. "Don't become too consumed with power as a general rule. Not only for the, ah, moral questions that might bring up, but also..."
He paused a moment, considering how best to word his thoughts. The Senbyo needed to become stronger to deal with whatever had killed him, undoubtedly, but the Shinjin figured there was a little more to it than that. Finally, he lifted his shoulders in a light shrug and continued. "... I suppose the way to put it is that raw power isn't enough. You could train for a year and see an incredible boost in your actual energy output, only to find yourself outmatched at every turn by beings on or below your level. Just work on honing your craft, refining your techniques and even reconsidering your, erm, tactical approach to battle. Your power will flow naturally from that."
"... You know that, of course," he added. "But it bares repeating. Earthlings are blessed with ingenuity and superior skill. It's best to foster that."
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