Post by Daika on Jul 2, 2023 23:03:25 GMT -5
Power Level: 24,000
Word Count: 521
Total Word Count: 521
Text Hex: bf0000
Total Word Count: 521
Text Hex: bf0000
This was the first time Daika had ever been alone when aware from her family home. Unsure of what to do, where to go from here. It was surreal to the Saiyan, wandering the streets of the capital alone, feeling half the size of the many great warriors who would pass her even if she was only a foot or so shorter. Even diplomats from other species seemed to be so much larger, more than she imagined in all of her years of study and training. What was a saiyan elite supposed to even do in the capital in the first place!?
"Hm." Daika had to think to herself as she sat at a bench at a great crossroads section of the city, staring out at the populace just going about their day. Ever since she got word of Jicama's demise, she'd never given thought to what she was supposed to do at this point. She remembered the great stories of Saiyan children being inducted into military education programs to become soldiers when they hit adulthood, as well as fantasy-style novellas of Saiyan children being sent to foreign worlds to be raised by the locals and one day turn them over to the great Empire. Fiction, but fun to think. She always imagined she'd be given over to the military after meeting a certain age requirement by Jicama, but with his death it left her alone on Plant. Her parents had been no-contact for so long, presumably still assuming her tutor was still alive, and with that no one seemed to care about her status. She was just another Saiyan elite stranded on their own home planet, unsure of what to do.
Her tail quivered as it moved from around her waist to be against the stiff wood and metal of the bench, pressing down on the material to warp it slightly, making it more comfortable to her. "Jicama did always tell me that a great Saiyan warrior seeks battle where they is none, to find the strongest warrior... But I doubt that would provide me the training I need to get to that scale." She would say to herself, thinking about to the televised reports of the numerous encounters their planet had with these mythical warriors of gold fighting for dominance of the planet. "I need to find another trainer, someone who can guide me... I need a good fight." She'd continue, groaning at her total inexperience with other people due to the sheltered life she lived.
Attempts by her to get the attention of passer-bys would prove fruitless. People walking by did not seem to care enough to stop for the eight year old wearing high class Saiyan Elite garbs, expensive materials and nicer products than a good few could hope to have themselves. What was another lost rich kid on a planet covered in insanely powerful fighters. "I just need to know where some good trainers or training grounds are!" She'd say angrily, stamping one foot out of frustration with a steaming mad facial expression.
Daika's Current Power Level: 24,000
Daika cannot get anyone to stop and talk to her about training.
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0%/250%
Daika cannot get anyone to stop and talk to her about training.
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0%/250%