"I think I liked whatever Namekians made this better," Eris' comment came at the sight of the massive magically reinforced obsidian disc situated in a pool of superheated lava, the midpoint between the 'First Scar' and the rest of Namek.
"At least they built WICKED-looking shit and solved their problems like real mortals. Fighting to the death on a platform like that would be one Hell of a show!" Marrow stomped on the plate suspiciously, surprised when it didn't crack under pressure. This time, she repeated the motion with nearly all her force, yet it didn't buckle. Eris whistled appreciatively. "I should swing by and check what wards they have on THERE."
Even Marrow was mildly impressed by the plate's durability, but sightseeing and admiring well-designed things weren't the point of them being here. The oppressive heat and relatively small area to work with were perfect for Eris' designs.
The Shinjin wanted to 'push' Marrow further now that her days of zenkai had come to an end. If getting beaten up and recovering wasn't magically gifting her strength anymore, maybe some good old-fashioned pushing one's body to the absolute limits to build strength - like everyone else did - WOULD work. Hopefully.
Namek was indeed one of the most peaceful places in the universe. Perhaps a planet that had no rival when it came to beauty and mysticism, however they say that wherever light goes, shadow follows and it was not wrong. For curiosity, the man had chanced to hear about this part of the world; it shared some pages of dark history between the clans that have thrived upon this land ever since time immemorial. Just like he had heard, the land itself looked like he had just stepped foot upon a different planet entirely, lost was the grass and the shiny sun; it looked as if the apocalypse itself had struck this entire area.
A shame. But the man also saw something interesting from this place, he did not know if he could put it to words exactly but the lava itself made it quite hard just to breathe here and certainly it was straining on the body to stay here, at least for a Saiyan’s body. He did not know for sure if it could be possible, but he believed this place could at least serve as training grounds for him, so that he could potentially break through his limits and perhaps see if he could not improve his form in the process. Of course, it was only mere speculation.
“Well. Here goes nothing.”
The man closed his fists and his features sharpened, he stood upon a rock that he had previously landed upon, his force began to leak through his grip and his fists tightened, his veins now visible through his skin across his neck. Before long his voice fought against whatever held it back and pushed through the lava in a mighty roar, his energy flickered much like a candle and Nasu was soon set on fire, by the golden flames that wrapped him.
In his super form now, he found only a short sensation of brewing fury in his heart, cold and warm all the same, all the while even this place’s condition had him break a sweat. His breathing began to slowly raise so that he could hopefully try and stabilize himself, all the while he pondered what training method he could go through in what limited time he had.
Thread Power Level: 109,000 Power Level: 1,962,000
Marrow paused atop the obsidian, a monolithic wave of pure pressure washing over the area in a bursting tide. Even without tuning into her sensing, the presence of an impossibly strong person couldn't be mistaken. She wiped away a single drop of sweat, eyes carefully scanning the landscape. From her lowered platform, she saw little - but strong gusts and blowing pebbles betrayed the direction of the stranger. With a bead of focus, the truth was revealed: "The Hell?" She'd mutter lowly, unsure if this was some sort of trick. What was somebody with nearly two MILLION battle power doing in the Namekian wilds?
"Woah-ho-ho! Now THAT'S power! Do you think it's a Mazoku cavorting with Demons? Maybe some secluded grandmaster training!? Go check it out! If they're hostile, I'll pull you out!" Despite it being an ostensibly bad idea, Marrow had to admit she was curious. It was rare someone capable of matching her popped up, let alone someone eclipsing even Kamae in raw might. It didn't take long to stumble upon the golden-clan warrior, Marrow squinting through the shimmering light. "Uhm... hello! Who are you?" Put on the nice act. See if he would be receptive to it before anything else.
Now that he was transformed the man reached for his sword and there his practice began. Each swing had quite the effect on him, given the harsh conditions and the fatigue this form was forcing on his shoulders. It felt like he was currently burning inside some kind of furnace for all he knew, but he continued to do so for quite a while. At least he did until some presence disturbed him at last, he was not quite sure who it was at first, it was the first time he had heard her voice as far as he could tell. But he could not exactly tell her aura, at first. Another one of those people that would hide their energy, apparently.
"Who are ‘you’? You usually introduce yourself before asking names.“
Strange. She looked like a Saiyan from what he could tell, except for her hair. He was used to seeing colorful combinations given the amount of mingling out there between different species but what was that? How did one get to have so many hair colors at once?
“Anyhow, did I happen to steal your training spot? I will move if that is the case.”
He did not really think anyone had any dibs in the middle of literally random nowhere, but given Nasu was a wanderer himself he did not exactly ignore that chance.