Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Sept 29, 2019 13:15:47 GMT -6
Maki would find himself getting off from school early, and it was all thanks to the local festival. Ever year, South City would have a festival commemorating it's founding. There would be numerous floats, marching bands, free food, and most importantly a fighting tournament! Though he was too young to compete in the years prior, the grappler had finally reached the age of sixteen. He was now legally allowed to compete, barely. The earthling had signed up a couple weeks in advanced and managed to secure his spot on the bracket. Now he would just have to wait for the party to start. The tournament's ring was going to be one of the floats themselves! It would move through the streets as combatants fought each other, allowing all to see their martial prowess. It was a very entertaining concept, especially in the minds of more boastful fighters. Of course, there was also a grand prize, ten thousand zeni! The teen still failed to understand how the city raised that much money every year. Then again, he wasn't complaining. From what he could tell, most people in the city were significantly weaker than himself, it would be an easy win. Cracking his knuckles, Maki would make his way to the tournament float. He would see a small group of fighter all gathered around an official. Something seemed off however, as the official was loudly complaining "Gah! I can't believe he would do this to us! Unless we find one more fighter to take that quitter's place, then we may not have enough for the tournament!" There would be a gasp among the crowd, as one more person would make or break the entire tournament. The various fighters would turn around and start shouting for other people to join. They just needed one more for the festivities to begin. Sanbu |
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Post by Sanbu on Sept 30, 2019 21:04:25 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
Rare were the days that Sanbu felt comfortable enough to meddle with the supposed " general population," the common folk if you will. Bustling city life, routine heavy despite being vibrant and full of energy. While carrying a strong belief of the idea of balance in his own eyes, having observed the effects of urbanization over the years he began to feel that it was anything but following the natural order of things. To establish a controlled sense of rule, to govern fellow comrades and dictate how society ought to be run for the sake of others. If true disharmony could be found, Sanbu knew to look no further. While there were elements of organized community that did attract him, scarce were such an application of the word. Despite the many problems that he found in matters concerning everything urban, there was a still part of Sanbu that felt like there was more to city life he had come to know. An entire world was out there for him to discover and he'd sooner die than grow an old man who knew little of the very planet he called home. In hushed tones he started to think, calculated in the manner in which he started to dissect certain ideas that ran danced around in his mind. <I guess my time has come to apply my services. Need I stand on the sidelines any longer and just watch things pass me by? I've got to be an active participant in my own life. Shall I be a mere observer of my own destiny or will I carve fate with my own hands? Simple tournament I gather, this shan't be that much of a bother anyways. What have I got to lose? There's no point in proving myself to these people.> With eyes gazing upon the tournament float, Sanbu would pursue his target of interest. Rapidly flying its way before landing ontop of the practically levitating tournament ring, visibly fascinated by the unorthodox use of technology or even magic to make such a creation possible. After spending a brief moment to get a sense of his bearings, Sanbu decided to actually press on and acknowledge the sake of his appearance on the platform. To his surprise it seemed that the crowd would only get more lively. Be it as may, it became clear to Sanbu that perhaps they had finally reached the number of fighters decided. With a slight moment of concentration dedicated to his innate ability of ki sense the Majin would arguably manage to point out the strongest fighter in the near vicinity. Though he couldn't be too sure yet due to the deception nature of various ki suppressing techniques, Sanbu confidently walked towards Maki casting a wave and a smile towards his direction. "I gather we'll likely be facing each other in this tournament sometime soon. Its not often I do this sort of thing but I do hope some fun can come of this." Sanbu would bow towards the teen, curious to see if it'd be returned with that of the individual's. "The name's Sanbu, most pleased to make your acquaintance."
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Maki the Grappler
Rising Soul
PL: 27,000
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @jamesincarnate
Posts: 68
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Post by Maki the Grappler on Sept 30, 2019 23:00:29 GMT -6
Maki looked into the crowd of people, fearful that there may not be a tournament to partake in. It was unfortunate, as not only would he lose out on zeni, but a worthy opponent to go up against. He couldn't read the powers of the other fighters, but surly one of them would be able to put up a decent match. That was why he fought after all, to push his limits, to gain strength. His goals were set high, and an equally high power level would be needed to accomplish them.
The shouts of the crowd would soon die down as a strange looking fellow stepped forward to participate, or rather 'fly down'. He didn't look very human, and he left off this strange energy. It wasn't something the earthling could actually feel, but it was a hunch. The fact that this guy was able to fly at all was quite the impressive feat compared to most other fighters. Though some would be perplexed by that fact, Maki understood it well. Flight meant this man had ki control, ki control meant he could use energy.
The tournament organizer would be overjoyed, practically jumping up and down. "Oh my! Thank you good sir! You've made this years competition possible." The man would walk over to an announcer with a piece of paper and a pen. It looked as if they were just drawing out the tournament now. "Let's see... We could put him there... Him over here..."
As that was going on, the teen would be approached by the majin who acknowledged his strength, and said he looked forward to their fight. Maki would scratch the back of his head and give a chuckle "Heh heh heh, yeah I suppose so... You must be able to sense energy too then. Not that I'm actually able to myself, but... You know what I mean. I'm Maki by the way, nice to meet ya." Maybe it was the pre-fight jitters, but this guy was making the teen nervous. Something told him, he would have to go all out to even put a dent in the guy. Perhaps it was the fellow's demeanor, but there may have been more too it than that.
Before too long, the announcer and coordinator pair would reveal the tournament's official bracket. As expected, Maki and Sanbu would be on opposite ends of the chart. They would likely fight each other last.
"Alright everyone, make you're preparations, round one begins in five minutes..." The announcer would explain. Five minutes was hardly what you could call 'prep-time' but it was something. How did Maki have to fight first anyway?
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Post by Sanbu on Oct 1, 2019 21:00:34 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
As much Sanbu might've not liked to say it, he knew well enough that he might've been in over his head. Having admitted himself in the tournament without proper foresight risked not being in his favor given more self-reflection. While the crowd of people around him did appear to be lively and willing to encourage the participants of the tourney there was still a sentiment of unease that gathered within him. Though he was confident in his own abilities such a conviction wouldn't carry him far if he lacked the will to continue. Were one's odds in a fight all that mattered? Or was there a more complex aspect at work, one that didn't base itself on either winning or losing. The Majin thought to himself while he was offered brief solitude, consciousness roaming without control on his part. <Perhaps I was rash to have made this decision. It isn't the first time I let impulse choose for me when I could've possibly have done better for myself. Maybe I've dug a hole for myself of which I can still escape. However! I'd be doing a disservice to both myself and everyone else present to not continue given how far I've come. To turn back now would be to deny others a view of my skills especially when there seems to be a desire for it. Most intriguing this feeling, I should at least entertain this activity for a short while before calling it quits.> The young Majin crossed his arms together while he glanced at Maki, returning to his senses after having let his mind run so wild previously. Gaze fixating on the Earthling while he studied what was likely to become his opponent in the near future. Sanbu nervously laughed after hearing the human's chuckles, hesitant in the manner in which he tried to show camaraderie. His every mannerism stiff and without much emotional presence behind them. "I'm able to do so yes, I'd suggest picking up that ability as soon as possible. Invaluable I'd say, without it one may find themselves in very inconvenient situations. It helps to know who you're up against before things have to get to that point, word to the wise. ...I guess it is nice to meet you. I don't know yet, maybe I was wrong to have been so forward. Anyways, I wish you luck on any fray that may come your way, this world's a strange place." Sanbu turned away from the martial artist, sitting down some few feet away as he'd bide his time until necessary. <I do wonder, where shall things lead from here? There's likely more than meets the eye with this fighter. I guess I'll have to see.>
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Post by Sanbu on Oct 25, 2019 9:48:42 GMT -6
Sanbu exits the thread.
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