Last Days In Death (Open)

Valan nodded. “Indeed you can. Such a feat can be accomplished by particular training in Spirit Control. The technique is known to most beings of this realm as ‘True Cloning’ or ‘Spirit Division’. From what I have observed, those of the Mortal Realm tend to simply call it as it is, a ‘Multiplication Technique’, or ‘Multiform’ for short. I always quite liked calling it Multiform myself, it has a certain charm to it, far less stuffy than the others.” He also couldn’t help but chuckle at the notion, he did of course prefer being casual over strict and rigid despite his choice of vocabulary. “If you find yourself interested in it, I could teach you the basic theoretical principles and see what you can achieve with it. Just be warned, the biggest downside is you would evenly divide your power among any duplicates you manage to conjure. There are ways to advance the technique to be more potent of course, however, that weakness will remain prominent. Multiform is not something to be used lightly, you need to think tactically. If you do, it will be a fantastic weapon against many foes.” The inflection in his way of speaking and his relaxed body language was proof enough as is.

Others of his race were not nearly so broad-minded or chilled out as far as Valan was concerned. ‘You could take the Shinjin out of the upper worlds but you couldn’t take the upper worlds out of the Shinjin’, he supposed. At least, not without a lot of effort, and his master plan would take a lot of preparation.

Still, that was for future Valan to worry about. Current Valan had other things to do or think about, like sandwiches and conversing with his new friends. “Good, good. At the very least you have something in the way of allies, that is a solid start.” It deeply annoyed Valan that it was common for the Guru and Kami to get attacked often. They were providers of second chances for the lost and broken with power of the Dragon Balls after all. It was a shame so many took them for granted and were too deep in the muck of their own selfish greed to see another path forward. Valan cleared his throat a little before continuing. “You are right though, as heroic as people can be, they are still people too. Priorities are different for everyone in the end. There are many problems plaguing the universe, you cannot expect one person to have a handle on all of them at the same time. As noble as it is, it is a recipe for disaster. This is why I must stress the importance of camaraderie, friendship and understanding among the good people of the universe. Sure, some may need a nudge in the right direction, but the common thing is good people will do good things, big and small.”

Valan sighed, with years upon years of emotion behind it. “I have seen people blame each other for many things... For fighting one good fight over another, for not knowing certain information, for being too nice, for not being strong enough, hell— for wanting a normal life even. I’ve seen it tear people apart… Valan took a deep breath and locked eyes with the Konatsian hero-soldier, a serious yet hopeful expression on his face. “Typha. If you are to ever promise me anything in your entire life and mean to keep that promise; make it that you won’t let that happen to your era of heroes.”