After the fiasco in the forest, Bang had come to the collision that he was rushing things. His impatience was going to get the better of him if he didn't pace himself. That was the lesson he'd taken away from the Forest of Mazes anyway. A place he likely wouldn't have escaped without the aide of his new friend. The small fox, that Bang had nicknamed Boom, had led him out of the forest. The teen had attempted to part ways with the creature afterward to no avail. For whatever reason, the fox had imprinted on Bang and refused to leave his side. Something Bang had been upset about at first. The nine-tailed fox was adorable sure, but he was going on a dangerous journey. One that wasn't exactly best suited for a pet. He'd slowly softened on that stance as the days passed. Growing rather thankful for the company. Even if the creature couldn't talk back.
His rambling thoughts on the fox aside. Bang was taking a reprieve from his treck to the Fortuneteller's Desert. Undergoing a bit of a sidequest if you will. One that would help him in achieving his goals in the long-run. The quest in question? The acquisition of a martial arts teacher. The term sensei couldn't help but pop into his head. After all, that's basically what he was looking for. Someone to teach him how to fight properly. So that the next time he ran into the demons. He could actually take them down for good. He'd only one that first battle due to their surprise at his sudden strength. And with that gone the chance of him winning any future encounters was next to none. Honestly, it seemed like fate was pushing him in the direction. At the same time, he'd been thinking about finding a sensei. He'd seen an ad about someone looking for students in the newspaper of the town he'd been visiting.
It was a couple of days (or weeks maybe?) old but it was the only lead he had. The ad had instruction anyone seeking training to head for a tower in the Western Verge. So Bang and Boom made their way there. Which is where Bang currently found himself. Standing at the base of a massive tower that seemed to touch the heavens themselves. He'd been there for at least an hour or so now. Screaming at the top of his lungs, hoping that someone nearby would hear him. "Hello?! My name is Bang, I'm here about that ad you placed in the newspaper?" he waited for a reply. When one didn't come he tried yelling again. "HELLO!?!" his arms folded against his chest as he looked around. This continued for several minutes until Bang finally gave up. He looked down towards Boom, who was currently rolling around in the grass. "I don't think anyone's home bud." he said with a sigh.
"I think we may have wasted our time."
Bang was about to turn and leave when he noticed Boom start to approach the base of the tower. He watched curiously as the fox sniffed at it. Letting out several yelps, looking up, and then looking back towards Bang. The teen blinked and suddenly it dawned on him. "You can't be serious Boom." the fox yelped once more. Then made it's towards Bang, tugging at his pants leg, trying to pull him towards the tower. "I get it, I get it okay." he pulled his leg free from Boom's grip. He approached the tower with caution. Placing his hands careful onto it and feeling around. He could feel gaps in the architecture nudges where his hands could grip onto. Whoever had placed that ad wanted Bang to climb. Likely a test to see if Bang, and anyone else, had what it took to be his student. A smug smirk passed Bang's lip. "Challenge accepted sensei." he whispered, hints of excitement held within his tone.
This was the second test his journey had presented him with. And unlike the first, he wasn't going to let himself fail with one. No, he'd do without any help from Boom or anyone else for that matter. Before beginning his climb Bang placed Boom inside of his backpack. He made sure it was secured tightly onto his back and without wasting any more time he began to climb. At first, it was easy going and he made quite a bit of progress before the fatigue from the climb began to set it. At which point Bang began to struggle to pull himself from one notch to the next. He'd never done anything like this before. He'd gone hiking sure but climbing a massive tower? Yeah, he wasn't exactly prepared for. Should...have...stretched...first..." he muttered between heavy breaths.
Despite his body's protest Bang kept going. Until several hours later, with the evening sun starting to set across the land. He made to the top of the tower. As he pulled himself onto the flat surface at the top of the tower. Bang felt his body rush with excitement and adrenaline. "Hell yeah! Mr.Stocking's gym class can eat shit after that!" he announced, before slumping down onto the floor. His strained and tired muscles were no longer able to support him for the time being. Hopefully whoever owed the tower was home. Otherwise, Bang was going to be up there for a while until he recovered. Because he was NOT making that trip back down.
Nashi, owing to how he planned on growing a bonsai out of both his need to develop greater patience, his want to learn how to garden to figure out what Synthesia was talking about and his requirement to do something with the senzette (senzu-ling?), had bought a book. It was a hard-cover, its cover white sans the text and the very peculiar miniature tree in the middle. Nashi was concerned that he’d stuff it up quite easily and so, before even checking on the possibility of growing his lil’ senzu into a senzu bonsai of some description, was looking through and labouring over every little sentence. Well, not every sentence— a sizeable chunk of the book was dedicated to the different species of plant you could make a bonsai of, and not only did Nashi already know what species his was, but was also quite sure it wouldn’t be described in it at all.
When Bang reached the top of the Tower, Nashi would be there, coincidentally his frame facing the entrance. He was seated on his old armchair, pencil in hand, on his right knee the bonsai book and on his left a notebook for the notes he forgot to start taking. Laid out messily to the left of the chair, on the ground, were all manner of instruments; tweezers, bits of metal, little specialised knife things, and just about everything you’d want to take care of a bonsai. There was a slight stench of fertiliser in the room, and the air was thinner than it was on the ground. Not nearly as thin as it would have been without the protective magicks™— they were, after all, many dozens of kilometres up— but, still, thin. ”Sup,” greeted the godling, ”you here for the training, from the ad in the paper? You’re kinda late.” So many strangers showed up to the Tower or the Lookout that, unless they demonstrated themselves to be bad people, they simply did not faze Nashi. Why would they? They tended to be aspiring students, anyhow. ”Not that it matters. Howdy, I'm Senbyō Nashi! Who is the you?”
During the journey to the tower and the climb up it. Bang had held a certain expectation for what this martial arts master was going to be like. Years of exposer to various kung-fu and actions movies had left him picturing someone mysterious. Tall, imposing, and with an air of raw strength about him. So, as he picked his head up and turned his attention towards Nashi. To say that he was slightly disappointed was a bit of an understatement. Nashi was not tall, imposing, and mysterious. Perhaps that had something to do with the state in which Bang had found him. Reading a book and trying to tend to what the teen assumed was a bonsai tree of sorts. Not that Bang had ever actually seen a bonsai before. The disappointment over the situation was apparent on Bang's face. This was in spite of his attempts to hide it. His mother had taught him not to be rude after all. Plus you weren't supposed to judge a book by its cover right? So maybe Nashi was more than he appeared to be.
Bang would remain optimistic in his assumption that, that was indeed the case. "Uh...yeah. I'm sorry for being late," he said as he took deep breathes. He was going to be winded from that climb for a while. Plus wasn't the air thinner when you were this high up? The man with the cat ears introduced himself and Bang carefully stood himself up from the ground. His body wobbling but he managed to catch himself. In a show of respect, Bang bowed his head at the martial artist. "It's an honor Sensei Senbyō," was it really though? "My name is Bang Gaiden and this..." he lifted his head up and reached around to pull Boom from his backpack. He sat the tiny fox on the floor in front of him. "is Boom." he waited for Boom to mew or something as he said his name. Such a response didn't come. Instead, he looked down to see the kitsune's fur standing on end. His nine tails standing upright as his eyes glared towards Nashi with caution.
Strange...he'd never seen Boom act like this towards anyone before. Bang had only known the fox for a short amount of time though. And he had been wild animal before joining Bang on his journey. That had to be it right? Surely Boom wasn't sensing that Bang himself couldn't about Nashi. "Boom, calm down, will you? Nashi here doesn't mean us any harm," he reassured the fox. Boom remained on edge, however. Bang looked towards Nashi, "I'm sorry about Boom he's not normally like this. I don't know what's gotten into him." hopefully Boom didn't cause Nashi to tell them to beat it. "But yeah! I'm here to train in martial arts. Since I passed your test that means you'll teach me right?" the answer was going to be yes right?
The Bonsai was quite small. So small, in fact, that Nashi didn’t have one. But if he did, it would be quite small all the same, as that was sorta the point of bonsais. Perhaps, when growing, if the bonsai were to be let free, to grow as tall and intimidating as it would allow itself to become… yes, perhaps it would grow tall, scary and powerful. But there was something that it wouldn’t have that the bonsai did. A certain beauty, a certain control, a power in spite of— nay, because of— its size.
Nashi closed his book and placed it on his armchair’s left armrest. Perhaps Nashi didn’t look like much, but his clothes (not armour, at least this time around) gave off a mystical, Shinjin-like vibe, oh and he had two tails. It wasn’t nine tails, but— well, let me rephrase that: it wasn’t nine tails yet.
The dude had a fox in his backpack. Pretty cool, pretty cool. Quite a lot of tails. I wonder if that many helps or hinders the ability to balance? The fox seemed weary— perhaps, afraid?— of him, and Nashi wasn’t all that sure why.
Nashi dropped to lying on the floor, like a toddler trying to get on the same level as a cat. Except, he was the cat, and he was doing it to get on the same level as the fox. ”Yeah, sure. What training do you have?” He seemed more interested in the fox.
He pointed his finger forwards, aiming to boop the fox on his itsy-bitsy nosey-wosey. If successful, he’d give a brief, innocent giggle. ”And, er, more importantly, is it safe for foxes to eat instant noodles?”
Bang: 500PL - Boom: 5,000PL (2PL Felt Due To Precense Concealment)
This dude was definitely strange. That much had certainly been confirmed to Bang as the conversation progressed. He watched slightly dumbfounded and with a confused look on his face. As Nashi plopped himself down on the ground. Putting himself level with Boom, who was still growling mind you, but that didn't seem to bother the cat-man any. Bang had started to get the impression that Nashi was more interested in Boom than him. Which was strange considering that he was the one here for training. Boom had just been the tagalong. Not that Bang could really blame him. The fox was a rather mysterious and intriguing creature. One that was certainly unlike any fox that Bang had met before. Not that he'd met many foxes before Boom anyway.
Nashi did take the time to address Bang with a question though. It was one that the hybrid was nervous to answer. Because he had no training. Outside of the scuffle with the Demon's that had happened weeks ago, Bang had never been in a fight before. Let alone bothered to try out anything like martial arts. Nervous laughter escaped from Bang as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'm afraid that I don't have any training," he admitted embarrassingly. Part of him was afraid that hearing that would make Nashi reconsider taking him on as a student. "But that doesn't have to be a bad thing right? It just seems I've got plenty of room to improve." he flashed the cat an optimistic smile that contrasted with the anxiousness he was feeling on the inside.
Boom was having his own set of issues at the moment. Uncertain of what to do now that Nashi was level with him. The power that Nashi had been putting off had gotten increasing overwhelming now that he was closer. It assaulted the fox's senses and sent flags of danger all throughout his body. Boom's tiny body couldn't help but tense up as Nashi's finger drew closer to his face. His instincts told him to either attack or flee. Before he could even make an attempt at either option though it was already too late.
Nashi's finger booped against his nose. This ultimately turned out to be a good thing. The physical contact had allowed Boom to get a far better read on the warrior's energy. And as Boom scanned through it he felt no ill-intent. The fox's body relaxed and his growling came to a halt. A mew soon escaped from Boom and he nudged his head against Nashi's hand. An attempt to apologize for his behavior up until this point.
"See there we go! It just took him a second to warm up to you." Bang laughed lightly, "And he can definitely eat instant noodles. We ate some together earlier today." if Nashi wanted to feed Boom noodles he wasn't going to protest. Bang was certain it go a long way in getting Boom to like him more. "As far as I know he can eat pretty much anything actually. So go ahead and give em whatever you like," he said with a nod of his head. The teen folded his arms against his chest a serious expression forming on his face. "Since I've never done any type of training before. Where would be the best place for us to start?" he inquired, "Because if you didn't have anything in mind I'd love to learn how to fly!" wait did Nashi even know about things like that? Surely he did, the cat-man was a martial arts master after all.
Nashi looked into the eyes of the fox. It has nine tails. But what does that mean? Surely, for the kitsune (or whatever it was to be called), having nine tails was an entirely natural affair. Were they born with nine tails? Or, did they have to earn their tails through deep inner insight, through some manner of enlightenment? Nashi asked for no particular reason, with the strict exception of all the reasons, particular or otherwise, he had to ask. For Nashi only had two tails; he had been born with one, and getting that second one was quite a lot of trouble (indeed, he had to experience the true tranquility of death to get it). Could I get more, with the balancing of more gates? Hopefully the tail-count didn’t double on each occasion or he’d be left with 128 of the buggers.
Bang didn’t have any previous training, OK. Hmmmm. In some ways, Nashi decided, that was a blessing, and in others it was a blessn’ting. It meant he might have to teach the very very basics, which were boooooring, but it also meant he wouldn’t keep trying to use other stuff he’d learnt that didn’t apply for whatever it was that Nashi was teaching him. ”Neato.” His eyes were still on the fox, but then momentarily looked up. ”Same as the rest of my students.” Nashi’s assumption was that, with the exception of that Tebooleh gent, none of his students (Kyabe, Logan, Myu) had received any real training before Nashi’s Ultimate Training, Best Of All Time. And look where they were now! Kyabe could surpass a tenth of a million in that Oozaru form of his, Logan’s power more than doubled (though, to be fair, last Nashi checked, it was still sub-thousand), and Myu was far stronger than Nashi was comfortable with.
Boop. Nashi made a childish giggle. As Boom nudged his head against Nashi’s hand, he’d try to scritch behind the fox’s ears; it works on cats, why not foxes?
”Oh, he can?” That wasn’t entirely expected. Usually animals couldn’t have much fun with 'civilised foods’— a lot of animals couldn’t eat chocolate, and Nashi (being 25% cat) had to buy a certain type of milk as his cattiness made him lactose intolerant.
With a burst of speed, Nashi would do the following: - Dash over to his cupboard to retrieve three cups of Instant Noodles (the one with the spice and the corn in it). - Get the kettle and force ki into it until it began to boil. - Open the cups up and put the boiling water in ‘em. - Put on the seasoning. Otherwise, why bother?
Nashi dashed back. If Bang clicked he might not have noticed that he moved at all; indeed, even if he didn’t blink, he still might have thought that. Nashi was a quikboi. ”So all we need to do now is wait a minute for those to be ready.”
Oh, wait, training. He wants to learn how to fly? Nashi had to learn how to fly, too, and in many ways still wasn’t much a fan of it, with his feline instincts always in the back of his heard urging him to prepare to land on his feet as if his flying was actually just a perpetual falling. He had to teach Myu, too, although in her case what triggered the ability was not so much his teaching, but her instincts from falling. So, not the best track record, but he’d at least try! ”OK, sure, flight.” Frankly, the only reason he ever wanted to fly was an easy way to get up to the Lookout. Now that he had the Power Pole the ability mostly served as means by which he could get from A to B rather quickly. ”If you’re a natural, I might be able to teach you before the noodles are ready.” He jumped up and down a bit. ”I’m going to try to teach you the way I was taught.” The way he tried and failed to teach Myu, mind you. Perhaps Cobalt was just far better a teacher than he. ”Stand up straight and close your eyes. Visualise your ki flowing through your body, and visualise that as water flowing down a river. If you can’t grasp a feeling of your ki, try bringing out a light aura or do that first thing you’d when about to form a ki blast, and just keep doing that first bit.” That ‘first bit’ was instinctive for most: the bringing out of ki in physical form to throw at some baddie. Except Nashi didn’t want to bring the ki out, but rather pull at it, grasp at it, be at the ready to manipulate it without strictly forcing it out violently as Nashi’s flight technique once required. ”Imagine that your will, or consciousness or whatever, is the wind. Try blowing the water a bit. And, once you’re comfortable with that, try reversing the river’s flow. And, if you've got that, try to make it... ya know, fly.”
The Noodle Minute was soon to elapse.
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Bang: 500PL - Boom: 5,000PL (2PL Felt Due To Presence Concealment)
A wave of relief washed over Bang when he was informed that the rest of Nashi's students had been beginners as well. While this was a good thing for Bang. It did seem a bit surprising to him, and he wasn't even really sure why. Surely, the challenge of climbing up the tower would have weeded out most beginners. Then again that hadn't exactly stopped Bang from trying it. But he liked to think of himself as the exception rather than the standard. Obviously, he had been wrong. What continued to surprise the teen more though, was how quickly Nashi jumped from subject to subject.
It was like the feline was living within his own little world. Answering questions and showing interest in something one second and then forgetting about that thing to deal with something else the next. It was perplexing and quite frankly hard for Bang to keep up with. "Just another one of his unique qualities I guess." a silent thought as he stared curiously at Nashi. Who, directly after hearing that Boom could consume ramen took off to prepare some. It all happened so quickly, within the blink of an eye. Bang had only just barely noticed that Nashi had even moved at all.
"Wait, you can't be serious? Did you prepare the ramen that quickly?" the hybrid glanced from the martial artist towards the boiling pot of ramen. "It barely even looked like you moved," he said clearly astounded by his sensei's display of speed. Bang could only imagine what Nashi was capable fo doing when he was actually trying. Because something told him that hadn't even been Nashi's top speed. The matter of Boom's ramen settled and Bang's fangasm aside. Nashi must have finally realized that Bang had suggested flight for his first training lesson. And despite saying sure, Bang couldn't help but feel that his sensei didn't seem all that keen on the idea.
He didn't voice this train of thought though. Worried that if he said something Nashi might actually end up changing his mind. Bang remained silent as his teacher continued to speak. Giving him clear instruction on how to proceed forward with the lesson. To say that Bang was excited for this moment would be a bit of an understatement. The teen could feel the excitement running through his body like electricity. He was on the cusp of actually learning something useful for his journey. All he needed to do now was focus and follow instruction.
The teen straight himself up, arms held down against his side, and a deep breath exhaled from his lung. Darkness washed over him as his eyelids shut and the world around him faded away. Following Nashi's instructions, Bang pictured a river within his mind's eye. But instead of the vast river, he had been attempting to picture taking shape. A small puddle of scarlet red water formed within his mind instead. "The seal..." he muttered beneath his breath, but he wouldn't let it halt his progress. He'd use what little bit of his power he could access to do this. He let his mind wander, to float and drift within the dark expanse. Channeling the puddle of ki throughout his body. As he did so a faint red aura began to leak from Bang's body. It carried with it a dark, sinister, and otherworldly presence.
This wasn't the only thing that happened either. Bang's body slowly began to rise up from the ground. His eyes open once he felt his feet leave the ground. "Holy shit I'm doing it!" he said, surprised he'd managed to pull it off. "Maybe I really am a natural at this stuff." or maybe he had just gotten lucky. He was only floating, after all, he hadn't actually tried to fly.
Nashi could jump from subject to subject almost as well as he could jump around in real life. It was a talent, of sorts, that he had, perhaps inherited from his grandfather. All in all, it prevented conversations from getting boring.
”Ya.” He spoke absentmindedly as if his speed almost being as fast as the name ‘instant noodles’ would imply was of no consequence. ”But no matter how fast you are, you must always wait a minute for the temperature to do its thing. It cannot be rushed. That is why one must learn patience: for the noodles.” If you tried to jam all your power into the noodles— one hundred times the temperature at one hundredth the time, for instance— you won’t get your noodles so much as char with little nuggets of black that used to be bits of corn. ”And other things also, I guess.” Nashi, himself, was teaching himself patience by tending to a bonsai. Well, he didn’t quite have that bonsai yet, but it still seemed to be working! Waiting for the possibility of getting the bonsai seemed to be working almost as well as waiting for the bonsai to grow (and caring for it in the smallest of ways) in terms of his patience, though in some ways both played second fiddle to the famed Noodle Minute. At least, for this one, he had something to spend it on.
Bang said something about a seal. Odd, given that he had not a seal but a fox.
”Oh hey neat it’s working.” Nashi was sorta surprised. If he could teach something like flight in less than a minute, he must have been a great teacher, the very bestest! ”In a lame colour, but, still, working.” It was red. Now that you mention it, it was sorta… off? Like, not normal, and ‘not normal’ in the bad sense.
Looks like he wanted to move forward. Coolio, I gotcha.”Try sending that river forwards. Flying above the thing where the river is supposed to float, yeah, but still flowing in the same direction and, if you can, the same patte—“
DING DING! There wasn’t actually a sound, at least not one Bang could hear: Nashi was so used to waiting torturously for the Noodle Minute to end that he developed an unconscious timer for whenever one started, which made itself manifest to his consciousness in the form of a ‘ding ding’ sound.
”Ah, and the minute’s up! One sec.”
Nashi dashed over to the noodles so quickly he might as well have teleported. Because of his great power, sure, but mostly because of his greater want for noodles. He brought over the three cups of instant noodles and enjoyed their smell. Content, he’d place one down near Boom, keep one in hand for himself and… huh. ”If I give you noodles while flying, you won’t drop them, right?”
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