Pressing Matter. A Question of Tastes [Invite]

Never had the man questioned his humanity — if he even had a reason to do so; he had a limited field of knowledge given where he was raised. It wasn’t to say that he was dumb… on the other hand, he was somewhat self-aware of what was around him and his own self, but his belief or rather his faith limited his persona to what he was always made to believe from his youngest days.

To be precise, the ones he’d remember.

“How odd, though. I had heard of huge cities and yet… this place doesn’t look like all that much,” - commented the man. His eyes went left and right and all he could see were several small, little buildings. Each one of them was probably older than the Saiyan himself and had such a low level of maintenance that they looked like shit, to be honest.

Although the man could constantly feel within himself a certain excitement; it was the feeling of adventure and exploring alone could easily boost his self-confidence and push him to drive forward. All in all, though, Wu could easily blend in such a place; although a monk, he still had his rampant black hair with several locks that ran down the sides of his head. His outfit just quietly waved against the occasional gusts of wind that hit him across the body and passed by, allowing his locks to dance with the air.

Yet, one quite didn’t do so… as they immediately caught Wu’s eye. He, she? He couldn’t quite tell, but they were oddly out of place in such an area and… most important; it didn't look like any kind of material he easily recognized. Mind you, he possibly recognized stone, wood, and iron... but, what was that kind of garb anyway? Wu was amused. He had never met anyone so... — he had never really met anyone.

He was too curious now. How thick could that garb even be? Was it an armor? He wondered and couldn’t help but think the only way to find out would be to try and make the hazardous move.

Wu tried his best to just quietly approach the stranger and… with the slightest tap of the tip of his staff, he began poking the other in the back with his weapon, almost as if he was having a taste of the sound the staff would make against the other's Saiyan armor.

"...What's this thing? It looks like armor but it's all stretchy and stuff. Gross."

Hopefully, somebody wasn’t about to get wrecked that day.

Amara