Thalassophobia (Ask for Invite)

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He felt a little dejected after that remark. Still, Saizomaru gave a light chuckle. ”Well, at least I’m not senile,” he mused, finding a good side to the girl’s assessment. He used his foot to flip close the tackle box and flick the latch. ”Wisdom is only wisdom when someone has the knowledge to understand it. Otherwise it’s just nonsense.”

Knowledge was the cornerstone of progression in life. The android would not have come this far if it weren’t for the teachings of not only his father but also his commanding officers. It was their wisdom that helped him get to where he was today. And, yet, it seemed there was still much to be learned.

”I’ve not heard too much about majin,” he admitted as he then took a seat on the tackle box, wide and strong enough to support his weight. The rod may have been cheap but the box he had spent a pretty Zenni on. ”Only thing I’ve heard is that they’re magical humanoids. No idea what they look like. They never cropped up on any reports. I guess they’re either a rare bunch or they like to be reclusive.”

However, it seemed that this person had met her fair share of them—all of them ending badly, by the sounds of it. He wouldn’t try to press the situation, leaving the answer open-ended for her to tell in her own time. She did, after all, want her privacy in certain matters. With a nod, the android gestured his understanding of her experience.

As horrible as she made them out to be, at least she thought better of Saizomaru, though by how much he couldn’t guess. Instead, he just pumped a fist at his side. ”Hell yeah, more good things to say about me,” he praised. Now he wasn’t senile or horrible. He didn’t oft hear much praise but he’d take those two for what they were worth.

He was so caught up in it that he just about caught her name. he gave her a smile. ”Leriac. Kinda sounds like a saiyan name. Either way, well met.” He turned to the ocean again. His eyes shifted towards Leriac before gesturing to the waters. ”So, Leriac… you gonna take that dip? Or do you want me to leave you to it?”

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The android hummed as Leriac continued her exposition on the majin creatures. He was aware that there were creatures native to Earth that had an increased healing factor but never on the scale of being able to regenerate at an almost-instantaneous rate. It made him smirk a little. ”That’s fine. If I ever find an evil one, I can be sure to use it as a very good punching bag.”

The warning did little to deter him. If anything, it made him more fired up to find one and fight one. His fists clenched for a moment, then flexed the fingers. ”Sour? More like the opposite. I’m looking forward to fighting something different.” His saiyan genes were beginning to show themselves on the surface of his otherwise relaxed and aloof personality.

It seemed as though the pair of them had some saiyan heritage. The android wondered if she shared the same lust for combat that other saiyans did, himself included, despite how small it was. ”Perhaps we’ll both get to explore the depths of our saiyan ancestry,” he surmised as he leaned down to grab his gear. ”Maybe we can have a little match some time.”

But for now, he would leave the girl as she was. It was clear that she wanted to be left alone to her own devices. ”Hah, none taken. I guess it’s kinda like when a guy needs to go pee but doesn’t wanna stand next to anyone else at the urinal.” With that, he turned and made his way down the cliff slope. ”With any luck, I’ll see you around. Though you probably won’t see me coming again. Gotta love surprises…”