Post by Ryu on Nov 19, 2019 15:46:09 GMT -6
It had been quite some time...
To truly step foot upon Earth once again was a nostalgic experience. Once the hustle and bustle of unloading from the docked ship had passed and 'Logan' (Ryu, he kept reminding himself. That was his new name) was proverbially set free, the feeling was overwhelming. Months, bordering a year, had passed since he was last home. And in that time, he had had no contact with friends... or teachers. The other members of the Cat School, his Sensei, to them he had vanished without a trace. During such a time he was still overly emotional. Focused solely on strength of body rather than strength of spirit - a disgrace to the Lookout and its' principles in of itself.
There were two parts of him that viewed that fateful decision. One cried out in mockery and disgust, shaming him for abandoning his post and allies without a word. Another was soothing, viewing the good from what came of it. It was true that by galactic standards, he was weak. Still so terribly frail. Yet to his own measurements, his growth was astounding. It seemed every day he managed just a little more than the last, overcoming and shattering what foolish limits chose to stand in his way. It was not too long along that he was three-hundred Power Level. Now? He was fifteen thousand. No, he certainly wouldn't be winning any awards or accolades for strength, but a desire for such things had mostly been quelled.
The little improvements to his body did not go unnoticed or unappreciated anymore either. Where once the cold and sodden ground of the North would wear at his stamina, Ryu could walk barefoot over shards of frozen glass and feel nothing. Progress was not exponential. He had figured that out long ago. His was cumulative. Bit by bit, piece by piece. With proper dedication and the passage of time, he could become what he desired. So here he was, his first day back spent in a remote village rather than anywhere he had once considered home. The residents were warm and welcoming enough, Ryu's immense stature or naturally imposing demeanor not deterring them in the slightest.
He was seated by the side of the winding gravel road, once of but a few that ran out of town. A steaming bowl sat in his lap, a pair of chopsticks deftly picking up noodles and bits of meat. He needed food for what was to come next. Whether it be training or simply a long hike across the planet, a good warm meal helped everything... and, to be frank, he was indulging. During his offworld training a good meal was often one of the last things he could think about getting. Food there was meant for sustaining your energy and body, not tasting good. The same could be said of most cuisine not originating from Earth, actually.
To truly step foot upon Earth once again was a nostalgic experience. Once the hustle and bustle of unloading from the docked ship had passed and 'Logan' (Ryu, he kept reminding himself. That was his new name) was proverbially set free, the feeling was overwhelming. Months, bordering a year, had passed since he was last home. And in that time, he had had no contact with friends... or teachers. The other members of the Cat School, his Sensei, to them he had vanished without a trace. During such a time he was still overly emotional. Focused solely on strength of body rather than strength of spirit - a disgrace to the Lookout and its' principles in of itself.
There were two parts of him that viewed that fateful decision. One cried out in mockery and disgust, shaming him for abandoning his post and allies without a word. Another was soothing, viewing the good from what came of it. It was true that by galactic standards, he was weak. Still so terribly frail. Yet to his own measurements, his growth was astounding. It seemed every day he managed just a little more than the last, overcoming and shattering what foolish limits chose to stand in his way. It was not too long along that he was three-hundred Power Level. Now? He was fifteen thousand. No, he certainly wouldn't be winning any awards or accolades for strength, but a desire for such things had mostly been quelled.
The little improvements to his body did not go unnoticed or unappreciated anymore either. Where once the cold and sodden ground of the North would wear at his stamina, Ryu could walk barefoot over shards of frozen glass and feel nothing. Progress was not exponential. He had figured that out long ago. His was cumulative. Bit by bit, piece by piece. With proper dedication and the passage of time, he could become what he desired. So here he was, his first day back spent in a remote village rather than anywhere he had once considered home. The residents were warm and welcoming enough, Ryu's immense stature or naturally imposing demeanor not deterring them in the slightest.
He was seated by the side of the winding gravel road, once of but a few that ran out of town. A steaming bowl sat in his lap, a pair of chopsticks deftly picking up noodles and bits of meat. He needed food for what was to come next. Whether it be training or simply a long hike across the planet, a good warm meal helped everything... and, to be frank, he was indulging. During his offworld training a good meal was often one of the last things he could think about getting. Food there was meant for sustaining your energy and body, not tasting good. The same could be said of most cuisine not originating from Earth, actually.
Thread Pl - 15,000
Items: Blood Sapphire Pendant, Senzu Bonsai
Items: Blood Sapphire Pendant, Senzu Bonsai
