The Weight of Power [Solo] Nov 9, 2019 15:38:40 GMT -6
Post by Safe on Nov 9, 2019 15:38:40 GMT -6
Starting PL: 22,290
Walking out of Central City, Safe held a massive weight in one hand, draped over her right shoulder. What this item was in particular was nothing other than a set of weighted clothes. She was positively absolutely beaming when she discovered of such an items existence. She wondered how one could make cloth weight that much. Was metal infused into the fibres somehow? It didn't seem overly scratchy, instead it still felt nice and fabric-y to the touch. To her discredit, Safe was a bit clueless to put it modestly when it came to just about anything- fabrics and how things were designed being one of those thousands of things. Though she was not a businessman, she was not the one who made a ton of zeni today.
Who was she?!
The up and coming strongest warrior in the universe! It didn't matter that she was broke, because for ninety percent of her life she had little concept of currency! Who needed those useless wads when you could have this awesome training partner! Running across the barren fields leading out from the city, she was in particular trying to find a nice and secluded place to get herself outfitted up. In seclusion, the intense fantastic transformation began where two objects fused into one! Tuddah! Working the lower lip of the shirt around her waist, she gave a little jog around only to realize that this was way worse than even ten times Earth's gravity! This was like... She couldn't quite place a finger on it. She was a little tempted to ballpark it around eight times more, but she was just glad it was a sufficient weight that the most mundane things became actually useful to her.
Though nowadays she wasn't so interested in mundane training. It needed to be thrilling and exciting! Constantly pushing herself to the limit to become the strongest in the universe! In particular, as a hand reached up to cup her chin and her eyes narrowed, she wondered just where she could go. Where she met Yakone in the North there was some underground ring that she thought he ran after their discussion. Maybe he did? Her memory was as finite as her active brainpower. Popping a brain vessel in an attempt to figure out an opportunity that she could jump on in the endless sea of possibilities, she realized that wasn't her becoming stupider but rather the fabled idea! The light bulb of productivity! It was a beautiful metamorphosis as useless neuron fired off into extremely beneficial concept. Though there was one issue.
While the idea was to join a local martial arts tournament using the weighted clothes as an inhibitor so she could be competitive and not just crush her opponents, she would need to avoid accidentally losing her cool and getting too angry. Everyone's lives at the tournament depended on it... Was that a weight she really wanted to take into consideration? She wanted to be optimistic about her ability to hold back the grasping claws of rage, but thinking forward if she took a hit, if an opponent insulted a clumsy movement or technique instilled by her greater focus on raw overwhelming power and not martial prowess... She wasn't confident that she could keep it together. If it was in a controlled environment, where the spectators were protected and her opponent was truly on her level and not just on her extremely handicapped level, perhaps it would be easily doable of an undertaking. Though if she didn't step up to confront her anger now, she never would be able too. She just had to not disappoint her inner self, she had to fulfill the pride she felt deep down and fight to the best of her abilities.
Sprinting off in a poof of dust, she ran through fields, barren craglands, rocky and hilly terrain and finally the serene environment of the Sleepy East at one particular village among many which dotted the region. Truthfully, that village wouldn't be the one that she actually needed. However it did give her an indication of where a tournament was being held! Yes! Bringing a hand down into a sort of fist pump, shouting out in excitement. She was so looking forward to this! On one hand sure, she had to live with the fact that there were infinitely times stronger fighters out there than her. Though for the first time in a long time she might actually have some competition. Despite Kalabas telling her than many of the 'warriors of Earth' were disappointingly weak, with her handicap it should probably be enough she figured. Just how bad could they be? Constantly surrounded by opportunities to get stronger, a planet that for the most part didn't keep you on your toes and allowed one to just freely train without interruption. She couldn't imagine how if one had their minds set to it, they couldn't become strong here.
Sprinting away from the village with a flyer in hand, all the running had doubled as pure bodily training. To get faster and more agile so that both of her forms could benefit from added manoeuvrability. Flying would be something she did at another time, ultimately allowing her to train her energy reserves and maximum energy expenditure in one go. The amount of energy she'd need to emit to fly with that kind of weight far exceeded that which she normally had too. It might actually be taxing after a while unlike her current circumstance. Dashing through a thin forest after at least half an hour of running, another forest came into view. With her hair flapping in the wind with each energetic running step forward, the thunderous roar of her approach attracted the attention of workers making last minute preparations to the ring and other parts. It looked like it was quite literally the finishing touches as people- likely spectators were sitting themselves down and preparing for the spectacle to become underway. Dashing into the village perimeter, she circled around some small dirt roads until she skidded to a halt at the entrance.
Shouting as loud as she could on the curtail of some fatigue after having been running with weighted clothes for so long she said, "I would like to participate in this tournament!!!" Her words trailed throughout the signing booth. One of the workers had just been about to close the sign up book when her declaration drew their confused attention. She got a response, "Uh, lady. If you want to sign up you have to put your name here in this book." He opened it up again and then pointed towards a spot. "But this is good, we had an odd amount of fighters before. Not that it'd make a difference in the preliminary free for all." He said with a small, warm and gentle smile. "Also, welcome to our humble little village. We're glad to be able to host our local areas martial arts tournament this time around." As he said this, Safe found herself with a strange welcoming feeling while she signed her name on the page. Infinitely glad there was much of a universal language that most species followed no matter the distance, it made putting her name down simple and to the point. It was a Safe call, to say the least.
"Thanks, I'm looking forward to winning!" She said, smiling proudly. A hearty chuckle came from the worker as he closed up the book and brought the self sealing elastic around to hold it shut from flapping open in the wind. "So energetic, we'll see! We've gotten a lot of very interesting contenders including yourself. It should be exciting, yes." He said with a nod, leading her into the inner ring. Surrounding the arena now that she was inside and got a better look were seating stands. Each one went up four or five levels, holding an excited crowd of locals from the villages all around them. There were even people that travelled from local cities and did a network of travel to catch as many of these mini tournaments as they could. In the ring however is what was more interesting. Being lead onto the platform, she found herself standing among twenty nine fighters other than herself, making her the thirtieth and final contestant.
While a lot of them war martial robes and training equipment- albeit far less effective compared to her own, others war clothes and were so different than she couldn't imagine them being here. Some even looked like the beasts and monsters she had run into in the Jungle on her way here, massive and bulky in appearance. They looked a little more sophisticated however, with bit nostrils and googly eyes, chubby wings and a tubby bottom heavy body. Surprisingly, she'd discover that despite everything physiological about those monsters saying they can't fly, they could.
Before she could get much of a better idea of who she was up against, a loudspeaker voice shouted from behind. "Welcome to another exciting instalment of our villages long and humbling history of Martial Arts tournaments! Gathered here are a collection of warriors that have deemed themselves worthy of a fight for the top seat! Who knows, maybe the ones you see winning our tournament will be the winner of the World Martial Arts Tournament too! You could be looking at the next Mr. Satan! We will begin on the count of ten!"
With the countdown starting, Safe's eyes narrowed as she scanned her competition again. Eyes were darting every which way, some falling on her and some falling on other contestants. She spotted that monster, a grouping of similarly robed martial artists likely all from the same school in a corner, an Earthbound Saiyan with who knows how much potential, a number of people that had no discernible features and a collection of different subspecies of beastmen native to Earth. Suddenly Safe heard.
"Begin!" Followed by the resounding ding of a gong.
Surprisingly, she found herself kicking into action. Sprinting across the arena, a few one among tens of thousands of normal basic martial artists on Earth confronted her first. Raising their fists up, she let out a yell as she jumped up into the air and brought both hands over her head. Slamming them down as she fell towards the ground, the shockwave cracked the arena and sent the three fighters flying head over heels like paper planes in the wind out of bounds. This wasn't the least bit aggravating. In fact, if anything this was pure fun! Something about this had a different feeling than everything she'd dealt with up until now. This was pure, exciting, it was all about the expression of strength and the mutual love for fighting. She found herself for the first time in a long time, truly at peace with herself. And true to that peace she would find that she didn't enrage for the duration of the preliminaries. What would ultimately be a tournament that would last the day was also the same tournament that Safe would bring home the title from. She would unfortunately discover that even with the weighted clothes and foregoing her transformation, much of Earth's fighters were just run of the mill people that were only a step up from normal civilians. She would've honestly loved to keep the prize money, yet in a twist of humor she relented and paid it right back to the local martial arts committee.
Well, because of all the damage she did to the arena. Through the preliminaries requiring new cementing to fill the cracks, she proceeded to bust in the arena countless times that day to the point where the final fight it was so barely held together than there was no resemblance of tiles or decoration to the ring anymore. It had been replaced so frequently with new cement filling in the cracks that it had become much of a bland stone mound, uninteresting and barely functional. So, the cost of all the cement was Safe's winnings.
Fair enough, but the goal was not the destination, it was the journey along the way.
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