Competition (Chomei)

One strike, true... A swipe, both graceful and mighty. Chomei tested the walls of his Dojo, refraining from tapping into the Dragon Force. That was something he'd have to worry about one day, he thought wistfully. If he ever had a large enough group of dedicated students, some would inevitably reach his level of peak physical prowess. And from there... maybe even this enlightened state of power. It was both an encouraging, and worrying thought. Chomei knew himself well enough... but could others be trusted to wield such destructive might?

He shook his head. He'd have to deal with that when the time came. Even now, his understanding of this ferocious power deep inside was minimal. It'd been triggered by intense need, and emotion back on Plant... During his escapade with Dion... but surely there were other factors...

Bah! Slapping a training dummy aside, Chomei took a step back from his workout, glaring at the surrounding walls. Maybe I should worry about this once I actually get students... He decided, scratching at the back of his head, slightly embarassed by his overly worried thoughts. His ears perked up as he heard something rolling nearby, getting closer. Something strong, yet familiar?

Turning, he approached the double-gates of his Dojo, feeling the nearby presence coming his way now. Just as he reached them, however, a fierce banging shook them. A man on the other side was asking to see him... for some reason?

Oh gods... He thought scornfully. It better not be another one of those regulators from Central. Setting this place up was such a hassle. Taking a deep breath, he opened the doors in one fluid movement, dreading whoever might be on the other side. It was then that he laid eyes on someone vaguely familiar. "... Megis? What are you doing here!" He asked, surprised. The doors slid open just a bit more, and ignoring the previous banging and harsh tone he'd heard... Chomei went on. "How've you been man?"

Chomei stood and listened for a bit, his grin remaining constant. For a split moment, he thought he caught a look of anger on the Majin's face... but he quickly ignored it. He laughed heartily at the mention of Megis's campaign. "Oh man... it's been so long, I'd actually forgotten you were trying to be president," He said casually, moving forward the clasp the Majin on the shoulder. "The elections are getting pretty close huh? You do any good work since then?" Chomei asked genuinely curious as to the little pink man's progress. Chomei wasn't really much of a news guy—He didnt keep up with most things unless they directly concerned him. Like the accords, he'd had to deal with them a ton recently when setting this Dojo up. There'd been a hundred different forms he'd needed to sign, promises he had to keep by law. They'd given him a device that they claimed 'measured power levels'... whatever that meant, and he was supposed to put it up somewhere. He hadn't yet; He didnt think he would.

As Megis spoke, Chomei's brow would furrow slightly. "What are you talking about? I'm not trying to compete with you," He explained gruffly. "I'm just trying to preserve the legacy of the Dragon School. I had no idea you were coming here," He mumbled. Though, he did find it interesting that Megis had opened up his own schools. He hadn't thought the little pink man was a martial artist of any kind...

"What martial arts do you teach anyways?" He asked, curious, trying his best to ignore the strange feeling he felt when talking to this old acquaintance.

"Well... yeah," He muttered quietly. "I guess that's expected. Im its only student right now..." He explained, shrugging slightly. The past teachers of the Dragon Style had been a reclusive group of warrior monks, who only reluctantly shared the knowledge of their techniques. Maybe it was because of its sheer power, or maybe it was because of something Chomei wasn't yet privy to. Thinking on it... He remembered when he was younger, Chomei thought it odd that Yome had never taken on any other students—He'd had none before Chomei. If he hadn't come along, maybe the old monk would've let the style die off. It was a discomforting thought.

That aside... The way Megis described his dojos was strange. It seemed like he didnt really teach his 'strange' fighting style. His dojos were more like regular gyms than actual schools, was Chomei's impression. He couldn't really tell if he liked that. His next question, however, made Chomei's brow furrow.

"Whadya mean?... Megis, don't you recognize me?" He was taken aback by the revelation that, these past few minutes, the gelatinous little man hadn't the slightest idea who he was. "Its me! Y'know... we went to a nightclub together—" He explained, quickly realizing the problem. "... Oh, right," He whispered. "Uh... I looked a tiny bit different, and also I was probably tipsy. Had a big beard and sunglasses on all the time... that ringing any bells for ya?"

He stared at Megis as the long silence continued. Only when the Majin finally uttered his name, was his furrowed brow replaced. A wide grin formed on Chomei's face. "Yup, the one and only!" He bellowed, laughing lightly. He let the sound echo through the tight confines of his dojo behind him, before moving on. "I got you into that place, and I remember you made quite the impression," He smiled, recalling how Megis had flooded the entire place.

Megis seemed to be in disbelief, which... Now that Chomei actually thought about it, was fair. He supposed that he never really gave it much thought, the fact that he looked like a homeless guy for like six months. To be frank, he tried not to think about it. In the same way folks try not to think of the things they did in middle school. Inevitably, you'll remember something unpleasant and cringe. "... Yeaah, Lets just say that wasnt a great point in my life. I'd like to say im a bit more stable now," He replied uncertainly. Atleast, he hoped he was. He would go on to answer the rest of Megis's questions—

"Naw I just shaved, mainly, and worked out more," He replied briskly. That was all there was to it, really. If he had found some magical fountain, he'd have probably avoided it... He didnt particularly trust anything magical. "As for my strength... Is a really long story but yeah, Im fighting again," He answered. More than I'd like too, these days, he thought silently. Things just kept on getting worse and worse... Hopefully, that would change soon.

"You too, though," He replied briskly. "You're a lot stronger than the last time we met, I guess that's just how you alien folk work huh?" He asked, curious. Maybe Megis had also been getting into one too many scuffles recently.

That puzzled him. Megis had seen strength in him back then? What did he mean? Speaking offhandedly, he commented— "Ten times huh? Crazy stuff..." Maybe it was a magic thing, he wondered. Jackie had also seemed to be certain that he held some deeper strength inside of him. Even when he thought otherwise. Or maybe he was just commenting on the obvious. No matter how you put it, Chomei was not the same man he was a few months ago. Having gotten back into shape... Hell, having gone far beyond his limits—He was damn near a monster now. An arrogant, yet true observation.

Chomei listened on, wincing slightly at the mention of booze. "Uh... yeah, you could say that," He laughed nervously. "My drinking days are probably far behind me now..." He mumbled. In truth, he'd never really liked beer or wine or any of that stuff... The taste was abysmal, and he only really drank it for the temporary reprieve from thought. As soon as he'd gotten his situation sorted, Beer was one of the first things he'd casted out of his life. Probably for the best, he thought.

"Anyway... you probably dont have to worry. I dont really put much thought into that election stuff. Like that derry guy, I picked him cuz' he had pink hair. Like me!" He laughed, pointing at his head. He definitly wouldnt vote for derry this time round... The accords had made his life a big hassle. "...This time round... I'll have to see who's running. But if nobody cool comes along, you're my first pick, pal," He grinned, winking.

"They probably have something to do with it, but im honestly not too sure," He admitted reluctantly. The Dragon Force had come upon him like a torrential storm. The only thing he knew for certain is that he was the only guy who seemed to use it. Everyone else waved their strange magics or Ki energies around. Megis seemed to recall a good bit more of their encounter than he did. He cringed slightly, hearing of how far gone he'd been back then. He sighed quietly.

"Yeah... Again, I was going through a bit of a phase. I promise Im not so nearly melodramatic now..." He explained. His eyes lit up as Megis suggested a tour. It made sense too! He hadnt really been able to show off the fruits of his labor yet... Mainly because no one had shown up. This would be a good opportunity. Gesturing with his offhand, he made space for Megis to enter. "I'd be happy too! Im very proud of all this. It all took me a while, even with my strength and speed..."

As soon as Megis had entered, Chomei closed the doors behind him. Quickly, he strode to the far side of the room, the room itself being a relatively small size. This room was the dojo, in it's entirety. Rectangular in shape, each wall was a faint yellow, with large metal pillars arrayed where Chomei had ventured. Six in total, and standing at about seven feet tall—Each pillar had rods which stuck out of it like branches. Each one stood on a revolving, heavy stone wheel. Two of them were silghtly bent and battered; Chomei had been testing them out... since the Dragon Style was a very powerful martial art. They'd probably have to be continually replaced... but that was simply a consequence of his fighting style. "These, are the jinshu-ren. Steel men!" He patted one roughly, a metallic sound reverberating throug the small chamber. "Once my students have their bodies built up, these will be used to practice the five basic forms," He went on.

He pointed to one of the corners of the room, showing bundles of wrapped objects. "Weighted clothes, they speed up the process of getting one's body ready for the stresses of Dragon Style..." Chomei explained. "That's about it," he said abruptly. "There are some boulders out back... some balancing posts also... But this is all I need,"

Chomei laughed at that "I agree mostly. The accords haven't really worked, and they're just annoying to deal with" He said, arms crossed. "That said, I don't know what I would have done in Derry's place. It's a tough job he's got," Chomei muttered, listening to Megis. He nodded quickly, piping up as soon as Megis finished. "But THAT, that's a good idea. We earthlings have a bit of a martial arts tradition, I'd say. I'm, sure there are a ton of schools everywhere... If we taught everybody how to fight, That'd make a whole lot of these terror attacks less scary," Chomei said confidently. "Sure, in its own sense... having a bunch of powerful people everywhere is also scary. Any random brawl between two thugs could turn into quite a destructive event. But... I don't know, In my head it makes sense. Most martial arts focus on discipline anyways. So... it shouldn't be too big of any issue..." He mumbled. "Honestly, haven't ever thought about these things too much," He said shyly, scratching the back of his head.

He raised a brow at Megis's follow-up. His forms? Was he interested in learning the Dragon Style?

"Well... basically, it's a bunch of techniques mixed with unique stances that vary on the situation. Form one for example, 'the winding dragon' is all about defense. I twist around and use momentum to deflect attacks and so on. But it can be used for situational attacks also!" He explained slowly. "I've actually added a couple of new ones recently, but those are more techniques that I've slowly put together,"

"I could go on, but, I think you'd probably get bored if I just started spouting off all the philosophies and descriptors behind each one,"