Mine

Across all of his travels, even the Saiyan needed rest every now and then. Especially now that his journey was reaching an odd sensation; it felt like every road led to a similar path which ultimately changed little or even nothing about his persona. His instruction had been to learn off the others and the ambient itself, but he didn’t feel all that much different ever since he had begun his adventure.

On the other hand, even, it felt like he didn’t exactly go anywhere other than circling around these villages and cities but with little to no solution as to what could brighten up his day. In any case, Wu was at this time resting on his way to the infamous Jingle Village. He had never experienced the cold before, even though he was somewhat used to chill temperatures because of his time at a monastery between the mountains of the Southern region — at the moment, the Saiyan was feeling quite down with the mood as his skin just quietly tightened across the fibers beneath.

He felt the freezing chill down his spine.

“These clothes aren’t fitting for a good time here,” - mentioned the man underneath his breath. Even that little air that escaped his mouth immediately turned into a cloud of visible smoke at the low temperatures within these landscapes. “I should have known…”

The desperation of the man was thankfully well met, as one of the families that lived there happened to notice the man’s odd shades of red around his nose and cheeks — they immediately realized that the poor monk was actually suffering from the cold with such light clothing and decided to welcome him inside their home.

Immediately was the man fascinated by the technology inside, but almost suddenly completely dragged in front of the fireplace that had been settled against the wall — surrounded by a wall of stones that allowed only those ahead to come close with their hands to graze the flames that soothingly burned with a pleasing intensity.

The family approached the monk, especially their little kids and stormed him with questions — it wasn’t out of suspicious but rather of wonder given just how interestingly out of the tone the Zhou introduced himself with the mere sense of sight. He looked like he came from two hundred years ago, almost. The Saiyan, though, rather smiled and shared a pleasant moment with the family and began telling the tales of his life.

That was, though, until suddenly an odd chirping outside caught his attention; it was… humanoid-like, feminine. But it was almost as if an announcement was being made. Wu, as curious as he was, decided to take a look out of wonder and brought with himself a jacket made out of leather on the outside and full of fur inside so that his skin was more or less kept warm where it mattered; all over the chest.

Wu stepped outside and found the crowd staring at a figure that began telling an entire speech. Immediately did the man sneak between a few openings in the crowd only for his sight to be ‘delighted’ with the image of the Demon.

He couldn’t help himself.

He was losing it.

Having come from the reality that he did, the monastery had instructed him on the path to enlightenment and progress; a school that told the legends of monsters and incarnations of the devil itself. His imagination was immediately struck by the sight of her appearance and associated it with the images of legends that he had many times crossed in his studies.

He was starting to lose his temper — but that was out of fear. He had never met anything like that… and was all in all frightened by what she truly was here after; Wu had been instructed to never trust an agent of evil such as the horned monsters. She even had wings and a tail with even more spikes!

The man boosted himself with the slightest bit of courage to step forward and face the Demon with a glare across his features while carrying his staff in his hand. “Frieza Day? Your nonsense cannot enchant me, heathen!” - exclaimed the poor Saiyan. He had no idea that something as classic as ki sensing was a thing, but at the moment, the monk was clueless as to what was the gap between the two. He wasn’t being overconfident, but rather, confident on what they had taught him; a monk had to carry such burdens at times, even to step forward and free the world from evil.

Of course while one could say such was outright worthy of romantic, heroic and adventurous novels — this was perhaps ancient and limited. He didn’t even know who or what she was, exactly, after all.

“Leave at once, devil. I shall not allow you to take over this town and its inhabitants. So, reason carefully and take the chance or I will have to raise my staff and finish it myself.”

The black-haired monk spoke, although, with a raised and imperative tone, there was a slight tremble in his lips; he was obviously frightened, somewhat, by what the outcome could have been.

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