Post by Sensoa on Apr 8, 2019 20:14:46 GMT -6
The wasteland had proven more useful to Sensoa than he originally thought, his powers were able to be fully unleashed without worrying about getting in trouble. The saiyans were good people to him, allowing him to fight whoever caught his interest and even seemed to welcome the challenge. Yet property damage was frowned upon, which the demon understood. He couldn't go all out unless it was in a place designed for it. So out here in the desert, the demon was able to proceed with his training.
His current training was being done out in a wide open space, his aura flaring widely. A pillar of of pure energy rising up into the clouds, a swirling black mist of ki that caused the clouds to circle ominously over head. Sensoa could feel a transformation just on the horizon, he could feel his body wanting to change. His bones yearned for strength, his soul cried out for it and yet he could not achieve it. His anger growing with each day he could not achieve it. He was getting extremely aggravated at himself. Sensoa was naturally an angry individual, but what happens when someone who was naturally pissed off became aware they were angry. When they consciously become more angry when they are aware of it? It was taking a heavy toll even on Sensoa who used it to fuel his body. It was evident now even to him just how sick he was becoming.
Today was the first day ever he found himself on his knees from so much effort, kneeling as he held a hand to his mouth. Green blood oozing between his fingers as he coughed. The pillar of ki continued to rise up despite this and Sensoa could only pant from the exertion. He had originally thought it was just a passing thing, but now the blood confirmed it. He was pushing his body to hard to transform, but the inner urge to surpass Kayen weighed heavy upon him. He needed more power, he needed to transform in order to surpass that level of strength. His original power was not enough, it wasn't strong enough to surpass the super saiyans. Slowly the demon balled his fist in frustration.
"Tch... Damn it."
Was the only words he said as he stood up slowly, taking in a deep breath as he looked into the distance. His thoughts on Kayen growing more frustrating then assuring. He found himself doubting if he would ever be able to give her a good fight, and that in turn began to bring rise to the deep rooted insecurity that was who he was. What if he reached the limit to how much he had grown? The demon looked down at his hand, thinking back at his time within the demon realm. He had spent decades getting to this level of strength, so did that mean that he would never be able to fight kayen in this life time? What if he had to spend decades growing stronger and Kayen ended up dying during that time. It was possible that he would not be able to grow strong enough during her life time and if he only brought disappointment to such a worthy foe... he would be forced to life with that tarnish upon his name for all eternity.
Sensoa simply growled, unable to find an answer to this question and it infuriated him to no end on just how weak he was. That he didn't have the answers he needed, and he wondered if perhaps he needed to become even angrier to grow stronger. Did he need to absolutely lose it to become strong enough to fight Kayen. His heart felt heavy at that, because he had just taught Kitiana that one should master their powers. Yet here he was debating letting his own anger consume him just for the chance to fight Kayen evenly... It was down right shameful.
PL: 115,000
His current training was being done out in a wide open space, his aura flaring widely. A pillar of of pure energy rising up into the clouds, a swirling black mist of ki that caused the clouds to circle ominously over head. Sensoa could feel a transformation just on the horizon, he could feel his body wanting to change. His bones yearned for strength, his soul cried out for it and yet he could not achieve it. His anger growing with each day he could not achieve it. He was getting extremely aggravated at himself. Sensoa was naturally an angry individual, but what happens when someone who was naturally pissed off became aware they were angry. When they consciously become more angry when they are aware of it? It was taking a heavy toll even on Sensoa who used it to fuel his body. It was evident now even to him just how sick he was becoming.
Today was the first day ever he found himself on his knees from so much effort, kneeling as he held a hand to his mouth. Green blood oozing between his fingers as he coughed. The pillar of ki continued to rise up despite this and Sensoa could only pant from the exertion. He had originally thought it was just a passing thing, but now the blood confirmed it. He was pushing his body to hard to transform, but the inner urge to surpass Kayen weighed heavy upon him. He needed more power, he needed to transform in order to surpass that level of strength. His original power was not enough, it wasn't strong enough to surpass the super saiyans. Slowly the demon balled his fist in frustration.
"Tch... Damn it."
Was the only words he said as he stood up slowly, taking in a deep breath as he looked into the distance. His thoughts on Kayen growing more frustrating then assuring. He found himself doubting if he would ever be able to give her a good fight, and that in turn began to bring rise to the deep rooted insecurity that was who he was. What if he reached the limit to how much he had grown? The demon looked down at his hand, thinking back at his time within the demon realm. He had spent decades getting to this level of strength, so did that mean that he would never be able to fight kayen in this life time? What if he had to spend decades growing stronger and Kayen ended up dying during that time. It was possible that he would not be able to grow strong enough during her life time and if he only brought disappointment to such a worthy foe... he would be forced to life with that tarnish upon his name for all eternity.
Sensoa simply growled, unable to find an answer to this question and it infuriated him to no end on just how weak he was. That he didn't have the answers he needed, and he wondered if perhaps he needed to become even angrier to grow stronger. Did he need to absolutely lose it to become strong enough to fight Kayen. His heart felt heavy at that, because he had just taught Kitiana that one should master their powers. Yet here he was debating letting his own anger consume him just for the chance to fight Kayen evenly... It was down right shameful.
PL: 115,000
