The tropic islands of the south, home to many different land masses all of which were tiny and housed very few things besides grass, along with the occasional tree. Boryoku stood upon one of the islands, eyes fixed to one of his hands as his thoughts were elsewhere. He felt as if he had sacrificed his pride and everything else to be working with the stargoons once more. Truly the universe was playing a cruel trick here, a painful one. Boryoku housed all the hatreds Sensoa had, all the anger, and loathing for the goons... yet here he was.
He had threatened Carro, destined to be a constant thorn in his side. Yet... this didn't make the demon feel any better. He was still unsure what he wanted beyond devastation to the universe. He didn't crave to kill the weak but to kill all life, to purge it of every living thing to ever breath or live. His hand continued to flex and unclench as he wondered if this was just another influence of the madness of Sensoa. He had much on his mind, and he had no way to purge or vent his anger. He knew better than to fight, he had seen what someone stronger than he had suffered... so why should he even bother to fight back?
Boryoku snarled at his own cowardice, and felt like a rope was being strained tightly. How frustrating it was to not only be unable to grow in strength like his predecessor, but to lose his honor, pride and will to fight... He truly was a broken fragment of what was once a disgusting being.
Thread PL: 230,000 | Items: Battle Armor, Scouter These damn islands again. Amara scowled as she flew overhead, regret weighing on her mind. She should've killed Russ when she had the chance instead of simply toying with him. Now the brat had Super Saiyan and while that wasn't necessarily a super bad thing considering the power gap between them, it still meant he had the potential to become an actual massive thorn in her side. Ugh. A certain energy signature had dragged her out here, Amara searching for it purposefully among the cavalcade of abandoned islands and miscellaneous landmasses. Boryoku, the surrogate 'child' of one of their most hated enemies, Sensoa. It had been some time since last she'd seen him, and judging by the fact that the Demon was still alive... that was only a benefit. He had been sent to meet with Mumbo, given Amara planned to make use of their allied status during any major fights - and bossman needed to know who exactly she'd be working with ahead of time rather than springing a surprise like this on him later. Yet he was still not strong enough. Strong by regular standards, sure, but this power housed within Boryoku was only half of what once powered the former Demon Lord.
It took some searching, but at least Amara had finally found her target amid the literal sea of places to look. Landing without much grace, Amara called out to him: "Hey you; Tall, dark, and broody. Let's have a chat." And probably a spar, too. Boryoku needed to get stronger if he was going to be of any major use during a battle soon, and if he couldn't, the Demon would suffice as little more than a mere distraction against the crashing waves of Heroes rallying against them. And to be honest, she'd rather not see him so unceremoniously slaughtered like some kind of sacrificial lamb. She knew he had the potential if Sensoa was anything to go by, so reaching such a point was her goal. "Seeing as you're still in one piece and I haven't heard anything untoward from Bamboo, your meeting with Mumbo went... let's just say 'well enough', yeah?" They didn't necessarily need to like each other so much as they needed to just be able to work together with tearing throats out. Backstabs and infighting were the number one cause of Villain downfall in the first place!
Boryoku's eyes turned to Amara as she laned, his head still facing toward the sea and his hand returning to his side. He didn't know what she wanted to chat about, but if she came all the way out here to talk to him then perhaps it was important. He had indeed talked to Mumbo, but he refused to say what was talked about just yet. He said nothing at first, looking to the sea as he considered his feelings about this whole situation.
Boryoku had done a bit of training in his time away from Amara but hadn't gotten anywhere in particular. Boryoku could not transform yet either, as he didn't have the anger to break the barrier preventing his power to flow free. He couldn't really muster any techniques either and this left him feeling... inadequate to say the least.
"I assume you have a good reason to be bothering me?"
Boryoku asked as he kept his eyes on the sea, trying to ignore the irritation he felt at her being nearby. She truly was an infuriating woman, someone he just couldn't tolerate... But it was hard to find personal fault in someone who offered their aid to him. She had not personally done anything to him but he felt... hatred to her.
"Apologies but I'd rather not discuss it at the moment."
Boryoku stated, not wishing to be probed for information just yet. However, Boryoku would turn to Amara then, hands pulled up at his sides with his fists clenched. His gaze told the story that he wished to fight her, to test where he stood as a warrior. He would not let the fear of combat deter him from fighting... after all Sensoa enjoyed fighting, surely Boryoku could too. He needed to have a good spar to understand what he did enjoy or didn't. He said no words, there was no need for them.
He simply stood his ground, elbows at his side and bent with clenched fists forward. Amara was a capable warrior, Boryoku remembered the past fight that Sensoa had with her... A flash of Amara trying to kill the Shinjin flashed into his mind then. A flare of anger... But a coldness in his heart as he tried to suppress his feelings.
Amara eyed him silently. "So long as you two aren't liable to fight during whatever hig thing happens next, I can be satisfied." It was clear that the Demon was biting down some sort of disdain for her. He had mentioned Sensoa's feelings and memories still bled into his own person from time to time, and seeing as how the former Demon Lord had hated all of the Stargoons it wasn't that farfetched to assume that such thoughts would also make their way to Boryoku. "Still getting phantom emotions, huh?" His stance had swapped to one poised to fight, an unspoken statement clear in his eyes of what he wanted to do. She'd more than likely have to restrain herself again like with Ticoga, and while such a feeling was overtly unpleasant it would have to do. Her goal here was to train and make Boryoku stronger, not decimate him in a single blow. "Well, a test of strength was next on my list of things to ask..." Amara flashed a grin as she sped backwards and into the sky, silvery-white aura surrounding her as she unleashed a barrage of Ki blasts in the Demon's general direction. If he wanted a fight, it'd be a fight he'd get.
Boryoku could agree he would not attack them or betray them. He had thought about it, contemplated it truly and deeply yet there was no reason too. Villain society had peeled itself apart while the heroes flourished like a cancer unchecked. Sensoa had failed to see the greater picture back when he had Carro in his hands... when he could have done so much more... Boryoku would not make that same mistake. A pang of fury in his chest as she mentioned the phantom emotions.
His eyes going wide for a brief moment but he did not decide to answer. It was obvious, he was suffering as if someone had lost a limb in combat. Pain was not something to go away over night, and in this case it was like remembering a past limb. It ached to even consider he was something else, but he had been spat out like a tooth from the original... How could one even begin to describe such a sensation? To feel as if your whole body and soul were once something else completely.
Boryoku watched as Amara went into the air, his hands going up to begin defense. His hands swatting at blasts before taking to the skies himself. He rushed toward Amara, fists flying in a flurry with kicks. He didn't know how he felt toward Amara, not personally. He saw no reason to be angry at her, nor did he feel her reasoning was wrong like his predecessor... But Sensoa had viewed her as flawed and pathetic. Those feelings bled into every thought he had and it infuriated him further. This then lead him down a spiral of continued self loathing that even effected his fighting.
His blows were uneven, unfocused and distracted. Before he had transformed at the sight of Amara, but now he could not even begin to find a way to do so. He felt stuck in the mud, sluggish and unable to find answers. How degrading....
A small frown crossed the Saiyan's lips as she effortlessly swatted Boryoku's offense back. Not only had he not transformed at all this time, but even in base, his attacks were sloppy and imprecise, the work of a novice at best. "Take this seriously," She commanded gruffly, delivering a simple straight kick to the Demon's stomach in an attempt to blow him back to the ground. "You're letting your conflicting emotions bleed into your thoughts while you fight, and it's slowing you down. Either dispel the rage or harness it, this middle ground struggle will only serve to make you useless on a battlefield." He was a far cry from his predecessor. Even if Sensoa was a mad dog with an ego the size of an Arcosian's, he could still fight. This pathetic struggle by Boryoku was... on a different level. She supposed that was why he was being trained in the first place. Like sharpening an oblong and rusted blade back into an effective weapon, so too would she have to temper his literal temper and technique. Amara sneered, rearing back and unleashing a torrential barrage of Ki blasts at the Demon. They were low power, but the difference between them was big enough that even these non-commital attacks may seriously sting if they connected.
Boryoku was caught off guard by the sudden kick to his stomach, the blow flinging him to the ground and he came to a resting stop. His body hunched up as he gripped his stomach. Amara then telling him to take this seriously, but to him, this was serious. He felt slighted at this comment, but the following words were right. He couldn't be decide which he wanted to be, and it bothered him immensely. Amara's barrage of ki blasts caught him, his one arm going up for defense just in time as he was pelted by ki.
Boryoku hated this feeling of helplessness against Amara, he hated this sensation of being stuck in a no man's land of power... Why couldn't he be angry like Sensoa? Why was he left with this hollowed sensation of nothingness, like someone had scooped out his insides and he was left harrowed by this constant sensation. Ice was forming beneath his palms on the ground, the grass frozen solid near them as he looked up to Amara unknowing. Yet as he glanced down perchance, he would see what he had done and frown...
"I am taking this seriously... Damn it..."
His eyes stared down at the cold ice and his mind raced. Yet he could not think of a valid reason for his inability to grow stronger. He was struggling to determine his weakness, but that in of itself was a weakness he supposed. He stood up slowly, staring down at a piece of grass in his palm, the tiny blade of grass in his palm. A thought running through his head as he did so.. He remembered how Sensoa felt all those times he had been near Amara, that coldness in the demon's chest... the icy feeling of murderous intention. How it had been so calculated and precise... Perhaps he did not need anger... no rather perhaps he was meant for something else completely...
"I ... Think I have an idea."
With that, Boryoku turned to Amara then. Eyes fixed on her as he let that murderous intention fill his heart. He tried to remember what it was like to feel cold intention, the desire to kill someone without remorse. Slowly his power began to rise... but it just needed something else... A small push. But what?
"You're like a dog holding its own leash," The Saiyan grumbled, unrelenting in her assault even if Boryoku wasn't fully capable of blocking it all. This was obviously an emotional issue at core, but Amara had zero idea to start with how to fix one. Her own life and experiences had been a series of just shitty events and how she poorly handled it afterward. She'd be the last person you should go to for any sort of comfort or advice when it came to your feelings, and yet that very thing seemed to be blocking Boryoku from actually going anywhere with his strength. He wouldn't be of any use to the Stargoons in his current state. "Its like how he acted after getting talked down by Carro all that time ago. Meek but trying to act tough. Weak on the inside." Her aura flared dangerously, frustration seeping into her Ki. It wasn't as if she had any genuine malice for Boryoku, but this entire debacle seemed to be almost self-inflicted.
An idea flitted across her mind, body moving to access a tool she hadn't used in quite some time. Makyo energy, often produced by 'devil lamps', was a very very unstable and evil source of power. She had mainly used it to help breach the barrier between dimensions to the Demon Realm and into Hell itself given that Demons hadn't really been a common occurrence as allies or enemies so the device had been mostly unused for a long time. Yet now she had a viable candidate to absorb its' glow, and possibly give him the push he needed to dig deep and draw out his own inner power. It was in there somewhere, that much was known. All they needed to do was find the key. A small compartment on her right forearm opened, a spinning cylinder of pure purple revealed as a low, ultra-violet light washed over the Saiyan. She felt unaffected by the ordeal, but by angling her arm to openly face Boryoku she hoped to trigger at least some kind of response from him.
Amara tries to use her own Devil Lamp to give Boryoku a boost
Boryoku felt a sting to his pride, being referred to as Sensoa when he lost to Carro. Genuine frustration, anger and embarrassment at such a comparison. Was Boryoku just another disgusting weakling? Was he what Sensoa loathed and could not get rid of till the very end? Those questions were washed away then as the lamp shined down on Boryoku. The light causing the demon to jump as if shocked by something, his eyes locking to the glow as if in a trance. He didn't know why but this sensation, it was so intoxicating and he felt slightly drunk off its glow.
The feeling of power within, the malice within his heart, and the brutality locked within. All of it coming bubbling to the surface then as if being drawn out like a hook to a fish. Boryoku would grip the side of his head then. Eyes unfocused, dark rings forming under his eyes as if sleep deprived and his aura died down almost instantly. Akin to an animal being introduced to a scent for the first time ever, his eyes dilated and it was like a calm ocean had washed over Boryoku's mind. On the surface, nothing really changed, but inside his ki became less aggravated and much more calm.
It would take only a brief moment before Boryoku stood up straight, red eyes locking to Amara as he finally felt free... He stared down at his hand once more before snorting and smiling. His power was at its max, but nothing flashy like islands shaking or oceans boiling... No it was just cold air about the demon. A murderous aura was about him, cold and uncaring. It was like he had his eyes opened, and he could see clearly for the first time ever. His first taste of being a true demon and Boryoku liked it. He said nothing for a moment before his smile faded and he returned his gaze to Amara.
"You can put that away now... It did its job."
Boryoku's voice was the same, but carried the tone of someone who was much more assured. The demonic aura that had washed over him was like a cleansing bath, a spa to wash away the filth that was in his soul. Boryoku simply crossed his arms as the frost about his body began to grow, increasing steadily until it reached the ocean, the waters soon freezing over at the edges of the island they stood upon. He would hold up his hand before charging a beam, letting it settle before firing off a ki blast at the saiyan woman with the full intention of hurting her. It was not a weak beam, nor did it have any intention of being held back. Boryoku knew she could handle it, if she turned super saiyan after all.
"You know... I didn't think I had it in me, to transform. I was beginning to think I truly was just a worthless fragment... But look at me now."
Boryoku said holding out his hand in front of himself. A grandeur gesture as if someone superior was looking at their own perfection.
"Ahh I can feel it, yes... That unlimited potential... Hehehe... My so this was what he had and he gave it all up for madness... BUAHAHA!"
Boryoku would twirl about, hands out before coming to a stop and coughing nervously as he caught himself.
"Ahh sorry. I suppose now is not the time to be drunk on my own splendor."
With that Boryoku got ready once more, a cocky and sure grin on his face. His eyes glowing a bright red as he waited for Amara to come at him. He knew his opponent was stronger than he was, but he didn't care. If anything else this was perfect. He loved fighting anyways, and he didn't care if that was "similar" to the predecessor... if anything that was one trait Boryoku was happy to have inherited.
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