Post by Jagaimo on Jun 17, 2022 12:46:43 GMT -5
Thread PL: 10,000 (Suppressed to 2,000…suppressed to 600 at time of the accident for unknown reasons).
Anti-Sense: Inactive
Anti-Sense: Inactive
Jagaimo looked down at her bare knuckles and the split skin around the joints, dust and wood flakes mingling with the scrapes and grazes there to form odd coloured clots. It hadn’t bothered her too much to begin with, in fact she’d barely even registered the contact as she drove her fists and shins against the trees rough bark. She’d heard about trees with flesh as tough as iron from other Saiyans back home in the military but in her travels so far had never managed to witness them for herself, and for the first time she had felt as though she had found something of the like described to her here on Namek.
Her power had been suppressed since her arrival on this world but she’d let it creep up slowly when she’d started the training, shadow boxing the tree to begin with, pulling back moments before striking the bark, training to pull back into that guard at a split seconds notice. It was an old method and something she found herself falling back into when it was quiet and she was alone with her thoughts, it helped her to think and focus on finding a path when she felt lost.
Sometimes the old ways were the best…sometimes they should just stay in the past.
When the young warrior missed pulling back in time on a strike she hardly noticed the impact on her fist as it glanced off of the rough bark of the tree. Jagaimo’s booted feet shifted in the grass and she swung again, this time seeing that her slow hand retreat hadn’t even really scratched the surface of the bark and registered the impact more than the first time. It was strange but even with her power suppressed as it was she should have been able to smash through the trunk of the tree with little effort but it resisted her light attacks like they weren't landing. Intrigued, the Saiyan warrior started to put more force behind her strikes, abandoning the retreating at the last moment method for all out contact with the tree. The whole tree shook and the bark began to smooth out where she struck again and again but still it resisted splintering into toothpicks like she felt it should.
Even in her loose training pants and vest Jagaimo found herself beginning to sweat, feeling it trickling under her clothes as she pushed harder and harder against the tree. Anger began to build when everything she did resulted in nothing but bruised and skinned knuckles…the skin starting to split…
Jagaimo looked down at her bare knuckles…and screamed, the sound echoing through the fields around her as the young warrior launched herself violently into a combination of blows that should have felled an entire copse of trees not just one but still it mocked her by standing there, resisting her power, proving it was fruitless for her to even bother trying. It was as if she could hear it in the back of her mind telling her to quit, to give up, that if she couldn’t even handle one tree how was she any use to the Saiyan people at all. But it was just a tree.
Her aura flared as her anger rose and then suddenly washed out like someone had blown violently against a candle, a crack and another scream filling the air, this time not of aggression and anger but of animalistic pain. Jagaimo stared at the blood dripping from her hand, the bones protruding at odd angles where her knuckles used to be, the wrist and forearm bent in a way they shouldn’t be bending as she pulled it close to her chest, biting back the bile rising in her throat that came with the wave of shock. Her body shook as it tried to come to terms with what had happened, registering the pain through her whole arm. She wasn’t unused to pain, it had just been so long since the young fighter had felt anything so severe that it took several moments to understand what had happened. As she cradled her injured arm she could see that her forearm and hand had broken in several places, breaking through the skin in places and bulging out in others.
Clutching at it the young woman staggered away from the tree on shaky legs, stumbling away from the shade of the trees, brain searching for the way back to where her pod was, knowing it could be far if she could fly there…something had to be closer, Jagaimo knew Namek was inhabited, she new the Namekians were also reasonably peaceful, they had to live somewhere. With gritted teeth she stumbled on hoping to find someone that could help, or at least something that looked familiar as a landmark so she could find her ship from the ground.
It was happening again and again more frequently…the suppression was getting out of control and she didn’t know why…she needed to get stronger not weaker…it wasn’t right…