How Does Your Garden Grow? (Invite)

There was usually a calm feeling that surged through Hatchi in its own way; everything always moved, everyone was usually in a rush and it was indeed a bustling city and somehow it was quiet. Of course one would only literally and physically find such quietness in other places, not in the middle of the streets where vehicles and announcers raced for the number one spot.

One such place was the current dome, which was quite different from the outside world that was nearly barren and scarred but of course that was the point behind such creations. They offered a look into things like these for many reasons, it could be for show but most likely they used these to also grow several specimens of different kinds.

While some may have used such places to rest or for whatever scientific purpose, on the other hand there were those that used it in other ways. One such way was the way Nasu was currently using it, as a training ground. Mind you not the kind of explosive training that could potentially harm anything, of course ki blasts were obviously off the table. However he could still use it to practice something else rather than sheer power techniques, for suddenly some could perhaps begin to hear loud strikes that met one another time after time, it was not clear what it was, almost sounded like somebody repeatedly striking a baseball bat against a tree.

The noise continued for a while, and some could even begin to associate it with imagery when Nasu and… Nasu? Yes, indeed two identical Saiyan warriors suddenly made their appearance in the distance and both of them wielded a fierce and mighty weapon: a wooden stick. They struck at one another, blades met and at times they even managed to hit one another. It was pretty much an equal match, made by these two swordsmen that danced across the fields in their moment of sword practice. One could say dancing, even if they were pretty much floating around.

It did not look silly, to be fair both of those were big sticks. They looked big enough to actually be a legitimate sword’s blade, of course they were merely a tool to practice but in either case the two went on for a good few moments still, until one of them ultimately prevailed and got under the other’s defenses, striking into his gut with the wooden weapon and might to send him flying across the fields. Until eventually he managed to stop himself, he actually flew straight past Jagaimo, rolling a little farther and on the other side of the tree.

A few moments passed before the man pushed himself off his feet and once more picked up his sword, before soon he marched forward, looking to jump into the battle once more until he picked the sight of a stranger next to him. Once he turned and looked, he acknowledged her easily enough, the two did meet at the throne room that one time during the challenge, too. So his memory was still fresh enough. He spoke up soon enough, he did not sound intimidating but he was confused nonetheless.

“Hey, what are you doing here kid? You look like you have seen better days.”

Thread Power Level: 100,000
Power Level: 50,000

OOC Notes/Items Used:
[Support] Summon of Hope, his power level is currently split with another copy!

WC: 549

The man tried to pretty much wrap himself with fresh air, with his breathing that was ever as constant and the strain on his body slowly ceased. He had definitely been at this for a good while, or if not, he definitely made it worth the effort, but no matter since this was not going to grant him much strength in light of the events to soon come. All he could do was mostly retrieve some of the prowess he used to brace himself with throughout all the campaigns and work as a Knight, but whatever now. He was in the presence of a friend, it was a good time as any to let the mind relax instead.

With one hand held up towards his clone, his eyes narrowed and his senses pinpointed their aura. He could locate that presence without too much trouble, since the clone was about to crash into the two Saiyans but before long he dissipated into a bright light that ran into Nasu and replenished his reserves back to their normal state.

Of course he did catch her possibly about to call him old man but really he did not care much when it came to that. Even though the term old man was quite respectable, it carried a certain wisdom after all. Nevertheless, the concern remained, that if she did not inflict that one on herself, someone else had to have done so. A brief thought passed by his mind, why was she even in a Tuffle hospital?

“They are some of the smartest people you can find. Still, it must have been a serious fight if you are looking like this. Were the stakes that high?”

He asked shortly before he looked over the stick he had picked up not too long ago. He held it up briefly before he just tossed it away, as for his reason, well of course there was a lot that he could possibly say. He had come this far to help the hospitals evacuate most of the patients that could not be dismissed on time, he was done and by now he was just training a little without too much care in the world as to where he would do it.

“Training. There is going to be a big fight in this city soon. I helped carry away those who could not leave themselves, so that they may remain safe until it is over. Honestly, if you do not get better soon I would advise you to leave too. It might turn out to be a massacre.”

Power Level: 100,000

OOC Notes/Items Used:
[Support] Summon of Hope dismissed.

WC: 430
Total WC: 979

The man watched the fellow Saiyan take a seat, while he remained still and on his feet, watching from the great beyond of this area and trying to make sense of what she would tell him next. A Heran, no less, apparently for some reason he believed the Tuffles were planning an attack on Sadala.

“False. I am close to the Chancellor. I would know this.”

For a few very reasons he knew she would not hide this from him, one of them being that originally Nasu was meant to battle the Kingdom. Cheri knew Nasu had no attachment to the idea of a Saiyan Kingdom, and at best he would only have to be resolved in having to fight some Saiyans that would have been friendly to him before, but she knew he would have done it if she asked.

While apparently another Heran meant to double cross this operation? He hummed shortly, somehow he did not need to really know anyone’s name to associate it to the one Heran he had heard about recently.

“Plant does not have all these connections with Herans to begin with, maybe outside of the mercenary outpost, so it is already laughable to think that both Tuffles and Saiyans have some kind of Heran spies under their service. I will tell you what this is about, for very recently it has come to my knowledge that a certain Heran has been spreading panic and misinformation to recruit people on a warlord’s journey, starting from Hatchi. I fear you have also been a target of such manipulations.”

So, pretty much everything he had just heard from Jagaimo confirmed all Vocado had told him. What a reliable guy, he thought, but this did not bring much relief. The danger of the invasion still stood high and now it was only more than just certain that it would occur soon.

“Whether they need my help or not, they shall have it. You are privy to the Sadala Restoration Plan. I can not allow this invasion to succeed, otherwise all that we have worked for will amount to nothing. But I can tell you there will be opponents as strong, or perhaps even stronger than I am.”

He eyed her curiously when she stood up and picked up the stick. He was not sure what to say at first, but surely it had to look weird to some that he was using a stick to train.

“Swordsmanship. You may ask if a sword is not better? Yes, but there is no need as long as you have something you can extend your range of attack with, it is mostly a recovery training to make sure I still have the swordsman’s instinct. It is quite different swinging a sword from packing a fist into somebody, after all, and with the stick you get to try and fight with something that actually has a range outside of your own.”

Nasu mused the idea a little before he pointed at the end of the stick.

“Of course, if you tried to strike me now, this thing would break. You should make it an extension of yourself first. Why do you not try to channel your energy into this? It sounds easy, but if you do not have a steady control over said energy, you will cause it to shatter or burn nevertheless.”

WC: 565
Total WC: 1,544

“Most likely all a lie, yes. The timing is too fortunate to all match up, and I would trust Cheri with my back.”

He did not know much about the state of things when it came to Herans, to be fair. He had a few… unfortunate encounters and some that were not so bad, it looked very similar to the Saiyans and Vegetan situation where it all depended on where they were raised. Or well, it was wrong to make such a comparison to begin with, such a statement was true for anyone. Rather, Nasu had been forced to make this one plenty of times when it came to people that would rather discredit Saiyans as a whole than the individuals behind any misdeed.

“As far as I know Hera is a planet with culture worse off than the Vegetans. They would risk their elements’ death rather than producing a weak specimen. Here, all things considered, Saiyans may still find an enjoyable life even if they are not suited for combat from what I have seen. As a shopkeeper or really any other career. I have actually met decent Herans in my past travels. Sadly it is true that a large majority ends up becoming mercenaries, pirates or warmongers because of their culture.”

Nasu felt a little relief in knowing that people trusted him and his strength. Of course if it was Fukushu alone, it would likely be over in little time, he already knew there were going to be a lot of people backing Hatchi up. But knowing that the Heran had also recruited people to his cause meant that it would likely turn out to be a battlefield.

“I wonder if defeating them is enough to really win. I doubt he is after the city as part of his conquest. Warmongers profit off war, so all he cares for is to reignite the war. If we are to win, we must win in a fashion that will ignite the flames of peace, instead.”

Jagaimo chose to apparently give it a shot, and for one he would not necessarily stop her in doing that. Undeniably he did not know if the girl wanted to learn how to wield a sword, but he believed this was an exercise that could benefit anyone in general. Energy control opened up an entire catalog of possibilities.

He just took a spot near the base of the tree and sat, idly watching while his mind also focused on his own energy to temper himself in anticipation of the invasion. All the while Jagaimo shattered the stick, an event that caused him to return many years back, back when his own twin, a child that had no desire to be a politician and Prince nonetheless, tried so hard to be on par with him that he would secretly intrude in his training sessions.

None of it was a stranger to him either, he struggled a lot with this too. Was he six or what when he was made to begin training? He had no idea, he did not remember THAT much. Still, he smiled and nodded.

“Do not sweat it. If you knew how many I shattered back then. We are used to channeling ki into things but while our muscles are natural containers of energy, other objects are not. It is only normal that we end up damaging them because usually just unleashing it all in one burst is enough for most, but if you can get creative with energy, you might get even better results in combat.”

From his hand extended a blade of energy, so that he would not need to go and cut it off himself, taking another branch that she could use as a stick. He tossed it her way.

“It should become an extension of your arm. Close your eyes and try to feel what you are holding in its entirety. It should become part of you before you channel energy into it, but once you do, the hard part is keeping a constant flow, lest it breaks again.”

WC: 680
Total WC: 2,224

Nasu figured out she was kidding when she made fun of what he said, and while he was older and most would have likely threatened to pull her ear, he did not really care and instead just watched on while she tried to recover from the experience. Nevertheless there was a little sense of nostalgia in those words nevertheless, as if perhaps he had already heard similar things before. Perhaps it all came down to the fact that the Saiyans had retrieved most of his memories only recently, thus many things were still fresh in his mind than they would have been otherwise.

“No need to despair if you can not get something right the first time. If anyone does it, either they are lying and have practiced behind the scenes or it is mere luck. Talent? Sure, but that just makes you more lucky when trying something new. Your body has no direction or idea what to do if you have not had practice already.”

This was not meant so much as an excuse for his own past filled with hardships but rather as words for encouragement for those that would come after him, those that would rather give up than keep going. For a chance, he knew what it felt like.

“I know what it feels like. I have been there. To think that self-comfort is the way that would keep yourself healthy and strong, to prefer the calm to the tempest but there is no true answer. To choose one or another is best only in certain moments. This is how you should handle everything, bit by bit, attempt by attempt.”

He found himself surprised too that she actually did it, perhaps he had forgotten just how easily Saiyans could learn new things. They were kind of geniuses, and not just when it came to combat. Nevertheless, of course, channeling ki into a stick was one thing and to actually swing with it was another.

“Well, you made it this far. How about you try to hit me with it? Otherwise it is not going to do much, just channeling your energy into things.”

Nasu made an absolutely good point, and for that reason he stood up and made sure that he was open enough for her, no guards or whatnot, he just made sure that she could try and strike with it. What he expected was a number of things, she could either land it or begin to lose control. One thing was being calm and another was actually feeling the violent emotion to swing at someone with your weapon, while keeping up the current form she had achieved.

“Whenever you are ready.”

WC: 447
Total WC: 2,671

Nasu was already ready to of course take on the strike, he did not fear a wooden stick, obviously. But beyond that, he knew how to counter a strike because he had used the sword for so long, and now his fists, that he knew how to wield both and also fight against either kind of opponent. So, certainly the man found no kind of fear or overall sensation from the possible threat, what happened however was a bit impressive and yet not surprising. He did know it was not actually that easy, especially with a stick, but he encouraged this method only because it was far more efficient in the long run if one could learn.

One could probably use something made out of plastic or stone and not have this kind of trouble, there was no difference in channeling ki or whatever, for it was only a vessel. It did not matter what kind of material it was made out of, so long as it had a form, they could channel the energy into the object.

Its material would only provide a different behavior when it came to how much it could actually sustain said energy, but even in that there were a few factors at play; the one he tried to show her was control and of course Nasu was capable of smacking his own clone left and right simply because in the end he had been doing this since he was a kid. He expected no less from her, but given she was a Saiyan it would not take that long in the end to truly harness the technique required.

“Hahaha…”

He cracked a quiet laughter, he did not seem half displeased even if yet again the other branch she took ended up falling short once more. In theory, there were wooden swords, of course they were always just made for practice purposes rather than anything else but in the end, it was heartening that no matter how much time passed, the struggles remained yet the same as they were in his age.

“Do not worry that much about it now. In the end this will only serve you so far if you do not care that much about wielding a weapon in the future. It can help with your ki control a little, but there are many ways to do that.”

The man stepped away eventually, in the end all of this time had passed for it waited for none and of course the time was probably just around the corner. He knew he had to prepare and steel himself for what was to come, and by now his presence was most likely required in a spot where he could pretty much intercept the attackers. And thus, he looked back towards Jagaimo.

“Come find me after the battle should I live. If you do not mind for some advice, I will do my best to unleash the potential within you. Until then.”

Nasu eventually took off after waving goodbye to Jagaimo, with only one single thought in his head: battle.

Thread Exit

WC: 515
Total WC: 3,186