30k transformed with White hair and Red eyes // Current Power level 10,000 // Ki suppression On // Anti Ki Sense Off
Orin Temple was a lot better in its prime but now a days it's just a few monks that remain to keep it stable. Yakone had been searching for trainers for weeks, he had asked a man by the name of Ward to train him which ultimately failed. So he decided to search on Earth and he did! After two weeks of training, Yakone wore his monk outfit which consisted of an orange robe. He stood at the entrance of the monk tower just meditating in mid air with both his hands to his knees as he breath in and out. While being here for two weeks, his body had grown along with his power. He had become strong enough to actually be a threat to some of the local bandits out in the wild and highwaymen. As he sat there just meditating, a Grand Elder had approached Yakone as he was meditating and smile at him before tossing a pebble at him which had broke his concentration. Yakone had now fallen to his stomach as he got up in frustration.
"Hey what was that all about gramps?"
"If you wish to be the hero you came here to be one day. You have to focus and cut out all distractions. If a pebble can cause you to lose your entire concentration, how will you ever be ready if a boulder comes your way when you are focused?"
The elder was right and Yakone bowed before him.
"You're right sensei... my apologies."
"Now then, this temple needs some spring cleaning, grab that rake and clean up these leaves"
"Yes Grand Master..."
He would grab the rake and started to clean up the leaves at the entrance of the temple..
"Not that I would ever be in doubt of your boundless intelligence, Shin, but why did we travel to this ancient monastery again?" "The name's Hiro-and where else would you find mystical artifacts?"
Above the quiet grounds that Orin Temple laid on was one of the oddest duos to ever grace it's ancient presence; a plucky, naïve twenty-one-year-old Shinjin (who did his best to mask his appearance, whitening his skin and shrinking his ears, all while forgetting about his godly ki) and a glowing, grumpy, light-blue floating jellyfish that was hovering next to Hiroshin's head. It wasn't the most stealthy of appearances, but Hiro literally didn't know the meaning of the word. How he had managed to evade the eye of the gods for decades, nobody knew, but the passerby taking pictures of the flamboyantly-dressed man certainly didn't mind.
"I don't know...somewhere mystical?" his guide cruelly remarked, with Hiro thankful that he didn't have a mouth so that he wouldn't see his scowl. Only knew him for less than a week and already he was a bit insufferable-he was like, twenty-something in earth years! "An East City tourist trap is just a waste of time. What, were you just going to go around asking random people if they've heard about a revival-"
"For the love of-"
"Hiya!" Hiro yelled out to a crowd with a toothy, goofy grin, still suspended above their heads. "I'm Hiro, and I'm searching for some sorta thing that can bring people back to life! Anyone got one lying around?" Dead silence from the crowd. "Or, uh, know where one might be? Still kinda new to Earth, hahaha!" In response, some took even more pictures. Some started to drag their children away from the 'weird stranger'. Some even began to mock him (Hiro couldn't tell that they were being mean), but not a soul gave him a straight answer, save for an exceedingly kind man that gave directions towards his mother's basement...
"...Okay," Hiro finally admitted, "maybe this wasn't a good place to start, 'cause no one knows anything!" "Glad you're coming to your senses-" "-but there's one more person I gotta ask."
Before his glowing companion could pass along any more judgment, the shinjin drifted towards the odd-looking Grand Elder and his...janitor? Pretty weird costume for a janitor. Pretty weird manager, too...
...and really freakin' strong! This guy's like, twice my strength! Hiro suddenly realized with an excited look on his face. "Yo! I'm Hiro, and I'm looking for some mystical artifacts. I think you might know about that! Also," he began with a cartoonishly excited gleam in his eyes, "you're powerful! Ya some kind of god?" Despite his age and relatively matured voice, Hiro came off younger than he looked.
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After finishing the leaves pile, the wind had blown them away and scattered them. He sighed in disbelief and all of a sudden, a stranger had entered the temple and was amazed at how strong Yakone was.
“Um, I really don’t know if I’m the right person to ask such a question..”
Yakone had just started the monk temple training and had no idea what this man was talking about. The grand elder had stepped in and responded for the man.
“The only artifact around this region is called the fukkatsu stone. It has the ability to revive anyone from the dead. But it’s a mere rumor that it’s been circulating for decades. No one has been able to find such a stone. But if you really want to find that particular artifact, you are going to have to travel east of here to a long bridge. At the end of that bridge there is a beast that not only protects the information of this stone but has slaughtered those who wished to know about the stone.”
Yakone had casually walked away, not being interested in such nonsense.
“Now hold on boy, you are going to go get that stone. You are strong and can be of use for this temple instead of standing here raking all these leaves.”
Cadrat could barely understand the situation in front of him. How on earth did they end up finding exactly what they were looking for only a day or two into their quest?! No, they must be lying-surely they must be lying. It was his job to watch over Hiro, so there was no way he would let him go ahead with this! And not that it mattered, but that would mean the jellyfish would end up alone far sooner than anticipated. "Sorry to burst your bubble, mortals, but there's no way that this Fukkatsu Stone is anywhere near-"
"Perfect!" the shinjin said with a dorky grin, drowning out his jellyfish as he did so. "We'll all come along to get the, uh, Fookkatsu stone! Sure, nobody's been able to find it, but I aren't just anyone!" he declared with confidence, while still not coming off as arrogant. The fact that they'd managed to come across a clear-ish path towards their goal was...surprising, to say the very least-yet he simply brushed it aside as cosmic luck. After all, he did fall from Kai Realm to Earth. "And beatin' up horrible, awful monsters kind of my thing. Although," he continued with a grin, "I don't think they'd be able to handle the both of us working-hey, where ya headed?"
Hiro was quick to skip by next to Yakone while he tried to leave, with Cadrat nor far behind. "Well, you heard your master, kid. You've told us far too much-now Hiro's never going to calm down," the luminescent jellyfish explained with a sigh. "And call me Cadrat."
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Marimba: Yep. Better than ever too.
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Rhuba: I wish I saw Marimba talk more in the Discord.
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Chomei: Marimbus will persevere by my hands.
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