Post by Edamame on Jun 30, 2023 14:06:33 GMT -5
Edamame laid in the grass, the back of his head was wet and his eyes struggled to stay open as he watched the clouds drift above. It was getting late in the day, evening almost, and the sky was a timid orange. His fingers played with the pages of his journal that lay open beside him, a single pen lay in the crux of the pages and a half page was written, a mix of strategic ideas, doodles and bad poetry.
He had some bandages wrapped around his torso, they were tight and uncomfortable, but necessary for some reason his home nurse suggested. Father was proud, for a Saiya-jin without a healing wound is just waiting to be a Tuffle, or something like that. Edamame missed his family, their brashness was all he knew, it was how he was brought up to be strong and have the correct Saiya-jin outlook on life, but he felt things changing the more he was exposed to.
He was waiting for a trainer from the Military Academy, his Father had mentioned he would send someone. Edamame wasn’t quite sure who and he honestly did not care, none of the tutors would likely share his family’s upper echelon status, they were most likely a peon and so should be treated as such. Regardless, Edamame had arrived early. As a youth the young strategist was lectured and physically punished through grueling uneven combat to understand certain life rules, one of them was “Early is on time, on time is late…”. He often repeated his father’s quote while he waited in situations like this.
“This fat bastard better show up soon…”
His jaw ached as he spoke, he had forgotten why it hurt, but every time he moved it he was reminded that it did.
Edamame sat up, his hands pressed against the wet grass. He looked down to his journal that had a couple of insects crawling on it. He blew some wind from his lips and tossed them aside, he hoped for their deaths. Beside him was his leather jacket fixed atop his Saiya-jin armor, the variant without the large shoulders, he hated that version despite his family’s affinity towards it.
“Brother…”
He had some bandages wrapped around his torso, they were tight and uncomfortable, but necessary for some reason his home nurse suggested. Father was proud, for a Saiya-jin without a healing wound is just waiting to be a Tuffle, or something like that. Edamame missed his family, their brashness was all he knew, it was how he was brought up to be strong and have the correct Saiya-jin outlook on life, but he felt things changing the more he was exposed to.
He was waiting for a trainer from the Military Academy, his Father had mentioned he would send someone. Edamame wasn’t quite sure who and he honestly did not care, none of the tutors would likely share his family’s upper echelon status, they were most likely a peon and so should be treated as such. Regardless, Edamame had arrived early. As a youth the young strategist was lectured and physically punished through grueling uneven combat to understand certain life rules, one of them was “Early is on time, on time is late…”. He often repeated his father’s quote while he waited in situations like this.
“This fat bastard better show up soon…”
His jaw ached as he spoke, he had forgotten why it hurt, but every time he moved it he was reminded that it did.
Edamame sat up, his hands pressed against the wet grass. He looked down to his journal that had a couple of insects crawling on it. He blew some wind from his lips and tossed them aside, he hoped for their deaths. Beside him was his leather jacket fixed atop his Saiya-jin armor, the variant without the large shoulders, he hated that version despite his family’s affinity towards it.
“Brother…”
PL: 24,000
WC: 367
WC: 367