One With The Ball

Across the many places Nasu had visited thus far, Earth had been one of the most prominent he continued to visit after Namek… but for what reason exactly? Of course it was mostly the food. No matter what one said, there was simply too much for all kinds of tastes and Nasu was never a picky eater, often he did not exactly take a vacation but for him being on this world was basically an excuse to hit up different places and eat several things, in different shapes or colors.

South City was also full of those, not to mention there was usually very good weather around this region. Nasu chose this place to see if there was some more of that nice fast food he could devour, but of course the man was not quite familiar with the streets or facilities he was traversing at the moment, therefore he ended up on the same path as some other friendly strangers.

However some were less friendly. Nasu eventually caught a glimpse of what was going on, whatever that group of four punks were here for, it did not look like they offered any friendly to other duo over there. In truth, it pissed off the man quite a lot, given the fact that as a Knight on a daily patrol, this was often the kind of people he had to deal with. Same old idiots thinking they ruled the streets.

“Hey.”

The man called out for the group, for he stood behind them now that he had completely caught up. Most importantly he also had to pass this corner to get to the nearby fast food, so in a few words; they were in the way. What they would witness once they turned around was an unit of a man standing seven feet total, with his brown locks that swung with the winds that passed by, a sinister and dark cape that just barely covered the steel he was carrying around.

“I am in a hurry. Clear the road, athletes.”

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WC: 340

Of course when Nasu stood up for the two strangers on the other side of the group, he did so with the one and only intention to hurry this up; he did not feel the other two were completely powerless. They looked like they were in shape themselves and could have likely handled it all themselves, however with thugs the way it worked was that they mostly only paid attention to numbers. So if Nasu was to add up, of course things would wrap up sooner than expected.

When both Heran and Arcosian apparently had something to say about his presence, he did not bulge and rather he was more than ready to take either one of them on, yet his expression showed no sign of imminent response. Until, apparently one of the Konatsians chose to be the voice of reason, he was not impressed at all, they were very often a reasonable bunch. He would know. Besides that, he just watched them leave with little room for further argument and instead simply shut his eyes, with a sigh eventually.

“Punks are no different no matter the world.”

He said, in a low voice so that mostly no one would hear. Eventually, he would be thanked by the elder woman. It was so strange being called a young man, he was not that used to it given he barely knew anyone older than himself. He responded back with a smile.

“Do not mention it.”

His eyes drafted instead over at the other individual that was apparently inspecting his gear. He rose one arm alone to lift his cape up a little bit so that it would not wrap most of his armor.

“Perhaps once upon a time. This is a relic of the past. I still enjoy wearing it.”

Eventually his attention shifted back towards the place as a whole. He did spot a bunch of fighters around, and after he had overheard talk about participating in something, his curiosity had sparked just a little bit.

“I am Nasu, by the way. Do you guys know what they were talking about earlier? Is there a tournament?”

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WC: 356
Total WC: 696

There was no doubt that those punks would have gotten ass kicked in a moment’s notice, if they had not left. There was nothing worse than people disturbing two individuals such as these two, just minding their own business. Most of it was Nasu’s past as a Knight, during times where he would just patrol the city and make sure the drunk would not make spectacles for everyone to join or possibly get harmed, but at least the man was glad to have seen a ‘peaceful’ resolution this time.

“I guess so. I can not say I truly understand what is going on, honestly, though. They spoke in a strange way, too.”

Budoshi immediately went on to question the nature of his armor. And well, there was a trick to it. Of course his original armor had long been destroyed, a replica had been created before using Tuffle technology but it did not exactly last much when overwhelmed with his Super Saiyan power back in Hatchi at the time. Now he simply adapted and chose to utilize the very same technique that he used for his sword; soul manipulation.

“Ahh, well. It is not actually… real. Well, no it is real, but it is not metal. I make it out of my own soul. Just like my own sword. They are both a reflection of my soul and I materialize them in a way they are bound to me. It is better than traditional armor. Easier to dismiss or recreate if it gets destroyed.”

The man was quite curious. A tournament? Definitely not the Budokai stuff, that one was on another island entirely. He could tell there would be some sort of competition, there was a wide bunch of people around and most of them were quite diverse too, in looks and everything, most of them felt like they could use ki too.

He eyed the soccer ball with curiosity… somewhat shocked. He did see something on Tuffle television, apparently this was a sport but he did not really know how it worked at all. Something about kicking balls.

“I have never seen soccer but… I can tell people are taking it quite seriously.”

He paid the other ‘athletes’, a term that now made sense, a look and in the end he just accepted it. Maybe he was a little jealous too, when he was younger, he would have always wanted to have hobbies and do stuff like that… and instead he was made to be a sword for most of his time back on his world. Well, if they had the chance to enjoy themselves, he had nothing to say on the matter.

“How do you play?”

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WC: 450
Total WC: 1,146

The man nodded his head. In a way, this was indeed as realistic as it could get, nearly no hint would give away that the armor was nothing common that you could buy or get crafted by any blacksmith. Indeed it was perhaps more akin to reshaping yourself, in a manner, the armor was indeed part of him, but it did not alter his body, instead it only changed the image of his own soul. It was a weird concept, but not one impossible for many more to learn… the reason he learned it easily enough was the strange demonic merge he had nearly been through in the past. It had seemed to have awakened latent magical powers and inner senses like never before, which did indeed give him a few more chances than he would have had in the past.

“Sure. Reach out to me sometime and I will guide you through it. Hopefully I am as good at explaining it as my teacher was.”

Nasu of course understood the need to win. It was part of about anything. He had that need for a while himself, but with age… it was all kind of, questionable. Victory was oftentimes kind of overrated and unnecessary unless it served a purpose, to him not much served a purpose anymore. All had the singular goal of achieving something that everyone could benefit from, which was nearly impossible. Thus, he did not care anymore. He just tried to do what was right and that was it.

“Yeah. I suppose that is understandable.”

Budoshi then proceeded to explain the entire rules to Nasu. He did listen, but often found himself kind of losing the point of the discussion and, well, in the end of course when it came to sports he was not that versatile. He did not have the chance to really play or enjoy himself that much in his past, if anything, he wished he could have been more like some other kids his age and just enjoy his time with minimal responsibilities.

Nasu was thrown into a world of war and battles from such a young age, but this did not turn him out to be against such things. On the other hand, he did not wish his path upon anyone, thus he strived to make the world a better one.

“I… got it. I did not know there was all this stuff. And you said you can use ki too? That is mildly interesting. Perhaps a great way to grow in the realm of energy manipulation. Using energy for creative purposes is always great.”

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WC: 434
Total WC: 1,580

Nasu smiled a little.

It was refreshing to see somebody so happy to learn fighting stuff. Not to mention, at first glance, he was quite sure this one was a Tuffle too. He found that to be even more incredible. A portion of their people were either gloomy or strangely edgy because of their world’s history. This guy was at least pretty chill, he was also hanging around with a Saiyan woman, that by far was fantastic.

He kind of… saw himself and Cheri in them. Just a little bit. Which reminded him that he had heard very little from her as of late, he did not blame her however, both were people that put other things above themselves. It was quite unhealthy of course, but they would manage. As for the two of them, they were simply enjoying themselves apparently.

“A hobby can be used by some people that have the feeling that they need some sort of achievement, because they have nothing else better to do. Therefore they force their hand when asserting themselves in that hobby. Alas, as we used to say back home; they should just go out more often, touch grass or whatever.”

Nasu tapped his chin whilst he continued listening. Of course it felt like indeed his abilities would have made a big impact in a game like that, given he could control arms made of shadow and materialize things like armor or weapons, he could likely apply the same concept differently to fit a game like that.

“Interesting. What about magic? Does it fall under the Ki category or?”

WC: 267
Total WC: 1,847

Well.

Idiots were always all around the scene, so there was no doubt that even what felt like a harmless sports like this would have people with such a far fetched ego up their forehead that would simply try and diminish others' enjoyment of the whole thing. The best thing to do was usually ignore this kind of people and rather just move on with the entire ordeal.

The line itself that apparently had both Iluma and Budoshi amused, well, in the end it was not really a saying, it was mostly something parents used to tell kids to go out and live instead of staying shut in their rooms. Unlike the modernity on this world, there was basically no technology back on Krysta, to the point where in the end most kids were always out playing. The few shy ones that stayed home were not well seen mostly because there was basically nothing to do at home, so it was not like they could enjoy some videogames and stuff.

"Well, that is what us parents told our shy kids. Go out and play. Make friends. Stuff like that. I feel like sports can be a way to do that, too. Undoubtedly however, in this case, the one thing you should do is just best those few silly guys at their own game. Make them lose, so maybe they might end up becoming far more humble."

Nasu eventually wondered what endorsing ki could have been like in this case. If energy was indeed allowed, then perhaps it would have given stronger opponents an unfair advantage. If anything there was likely to be some sort of limiter or stuff that could keep your ki adjusted to a certain level to prevent that sort of things. But even so there were some tricks.

"Well. For example with my technique, you could create a ball made out of your own soul. Or even the apparel you handle the ball with, that would give you a finer control over what you do during the game. Extension of yourself kind of deal."

WC: 347
Total WC: 2194

Nasu chuckled a little bit. Well, to be fair, he wished he could really relate to the feeling. But as a kid, he got pretty much no time unlike his brother that would have succeeded the crown; instead Nasu was stripped away from comfort to be sent through harsh conditions, had to endure challenges and more only to prepare the body. He was to become a Knight from the moment he was born, after all, a rough condition that others could likely relate to given the fact that even on Plant most kids had grown in war conditions, but at least on Earth it appeared most kids could actually do whatever.

"Seek the sands, huh... I can see it. It could also mean so many more things, too."

It could mean, a number of things, perhaps in his head. But it was true. Some things were just that widespread, rather. It was the funny few things that apparently everyone could share despite their differences, whether they were mental, physical or cultural. It was the few things that simply gave the most satisfaction to think back upon, facts about life that were simply agreed upon without second thought.

"Well. Sounds like a good game. I might just give it a shot in the future honestly, or watch the game at least. I do not think I have had time for something this practical without having to watch out for someone or needing to protect something in... so long."

It was true that it would have been rather a frivolous way to spend time, but perhaps it was not so bad. Having to always swing his sword, slay, protect, it made him feel good, but it also was pricey to some extent upon his own soul.

"Where are you from, for curiosity's sake?"

He asked all the way over to Iluma.

WC: 309
Total WC: 2503