Tea Time

Namek was a peaceful world. Filled with life, beauty and most of all overwhelming serenity. All of it was hardly much to take it in without being simply influenced on every single level by its many natural elements that ruled the land, of course there was often very much the disruption birthed by the conflicts that each and every planet likely had to deal with… not that Omin would have any confirmation of such, but he was wise enough to have known, seen and realized that the interactions of living beings often created consequences.

Sadly the Mazoku were one such consequence, one that they could not so easily deal with… forever. Perhaps in ancient times Namek was not filled with that one kind, and only the two historic clans may have ruled the land, but that did not mean there were not ‘bad batches’ of Namekians back then. So in the end Omin himself did not think much, even if he was one of the few Warriors that responded immediately to the conflict back in the day. Perhaps it was the age.

There were a few episodes as of late. Some that he had also been a part of, even if he never truly got to shine, but powerful individuals chose to try and get their hands dirty on this planet time and time again in the last few years. One such episode was the tree incident, a truly terrifying one, but they won and recovered each time. They were strong and resilient, however Omin was not completely satisfied. He needed to pursue power and strength further, for he felt the need to protect his world and suffered the lack of the energy to do so.

“You seem lost in your thoughts… Omin.”

Omin’s gaze rose only to find Theris, his counterpart that had joined him earlier than usual. Theris was of course invited, but it was also typical of him to be late each and every time he chose to partake in this activity. A little tea time near the shrine, nothing much if not an occasion to rest the spirit after a long day of training.

“Perhaps you are right, brother. I wish I could do something more for this world. I know everything is fine, but how much have we contributed to this peace?”

Theris sighed, and even if his face was hidden in the wraps, he did of course snarl at his other self. What use was there in worrying about this? The exact and very precise meaning of peace was that each and every one of them could keep living the way they always did, and enjoy the activities they always have.

“We will figure it out brother. Enjoy your tea for now.”

Omin sat upon a rock and poured himself some tea in a wooden cup, defeated as he was, his counterpart was right. He could not just worry about that all the time, he was training and that was it. He could only hope he would manage to catch up until the next crisis.

Omin Power Level: 12,000
Theris Power Level: 12,000

WC: 512