Post by Zenwu on Jul 16, 2023 14:59:27 GMT -5
Current PL: 30,000
Limbo Town, Hell
Zenwu sat at a desk in an office, reading through file after file after file after file... Why the Here did he have to do this?
He snuck off to watch 1 or two...or twenty different martial arts tournaments almost 2 centuries ago and then they stick him with a desk job reviewing the "progress" of souls in hell?
He's put up with this for 2 centuries, no signs that bygones would be made bygones, no signs that he'd ever be taken off this boring job. And after you read the files on the ancient arcosian emperors, no life of any evil being will shock, appaul or...well even satisfy morbid curiosity...
You know what? No. He's not going to do this anymore. Screw this job. Screw this place. But...what to do if he's not going to be doing what the heavenly host wants?
...Well. Those tournaments always seemed fun. and the fighting techniques quite exciting...Yes, yes thats what he'll do.
Standing up behind his desk, Zenwu casually pushes the files on some of the more recent individuals he was suppose to be reading into a trash can...and vanishes, leaving hell for...
East City, Earth
Its the middle of rush hour in the city right as...well right as a 4 foot nothing, purple skinned thing appeared in the road...and caused a car to swerve and miss him. The driver gets out, shouting at Zenwu...as the Shinjin turns and totally ignores him.
"Now then. I'm on earth. Should have no shortage of martial arts schools." He walks out of the road, ignoring the honking cars and cursing motorists as he heads into the city...and turns to a man on the side of the road. "Excuse me sir but I don't suppose you know of any martial arts academies nearby?"
"Uh...Y-you could...try that Orion's Temple place?"
"Ah, thank you" And he flies off... Moments later anyone who can detect Ki or sense power would feel a fairly strong individual coming to the School...
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