Post by Tarro on Sept 2, 2021 15:12:57 GMT -5
Power Level: 2,000
Current Transformation: None active
Current Transformation: None active
Today was a day no different than others: Tarro woke up at a cliff near Radditsu district. He had enough money to purchase a house, a mediocre one, but one all the same, but he refused to due to having gotten used to sleeping in the open. His senses weren't the sharpest, but they were enough to have kept him alive all his life from the very start. It wasn't often that beasts came around Radditsu district to begin with, but one close call was all he needed to keep an eye out at all times. He consequently became more observant and spatially aware, leading up to his reflexes improving to rely on instinct and, with time, on a mix of the first and chi manipulation, into shields for example, to stay alive. In addition, due to being in various scenarios where he hadn't the time to think, or where he had to think hastily, he developed a quickness of his feet to come up with quite the strategies that have... worked up until now.
As per usual, Tarro set out for a nearby pond to wash his face and gargle to clean his throat, as well as apply a special paste created by him from squashing tree roots and smoothing them out to such a degree that the substance within them came out. Immediately after, he got on with his day-by-training, pushing his body to its very limit. His reserves hadn't been enough lately, in both his rampage and his competition against Auber. If he was going to keep to his word, he would have to step it up a notch.
Once his motivation was lost, a something that happened often, the young adult was on his way to the mercenary outpost, an area left unclaimed by both Saiyans and Tuffles. He doubted that would change any time soon, since the mercenaries were given free will to fight for either side, so long as they were paid. He hadn't met any yet, but he was sure from the start that he would have a bone to pick when it came to side-switching lowlifes.
He came to an immediate stop in the air just above and toggled his scouter on, scanning his near vicinity in search of life and high power levels, at least compared to his, to consider the risk of his mission. Knowing such risk, Tarro wasn't going to back out this far in. His boots touched earth and he walked to the town hall, shouting at the top of his lungs, "I'm looking for mercenaries! Mercenaries, mercenaries! If you're lookin' for a job, come through!" The shouting died out and so did the majority of the trading, and talks by the townspeople. The young adult waited there for someone who fit his description to. It would be disappointing if no one did in a town of third parties.