The New Masters (Open)

For a while now the monkey had sought a place to call home, now. Perhaps it was the first step he needed to take before he could actually sort his life out once more, he was getting tired of having… no end, there was no reason to wake up every day if not for the ease and the luxuries he could afford around the world. He did not likely actually need to, but if he was truly destined for greatness then why stop to such little heights? He rushed off to try and find a fitting place, but there was hardly anything that truly spoke for him.

By now however, he had just found himself roaming about… today he actually stood across the crowd on this island, there was such a big deal about martial arts, it did kind of appeal to him. Even though for real Bansho had not fought anyone ever since… well, he did not exactly remember that. Oh right, there was the fox. Other than that however he wondered if he was yet a martial artist anymore, but well perhaps it would not harm to take a look.

Across the many weird things he saw, there were several stalls, he could feel like there was such a weird, weird pressure about here, until from the distance he spotted one most curious look; an individual he had met before nonetheless, except he did not remember anything much! By now the monkey chose to burst though and hop off, with one leap he made it straight onto her stall.

“Hah! Thought you could hide from the strongest monkey in the world, huh?? You!!”

Bansho kept nagging and pointing, but aimlessly while his head tried to kind of figure out who the hell this woman was again, but his mind yet failed him. He felt a bit stupid, and silly at the same time.

“I am Bansho, who are you again?”

Thread Power Level: 1,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6

WC: 322
Total WC: 322

Of course Bansho recognized Jackie and all, but he did not know what she was doing here. To be honest he did not know what was going on over here, everything felt quite boring and packed for some reason, nevertheless he made sure to simply ignore everything else except his quarry; he did not remember how their fight ended last time but certainly he felt like the two had yet to finish it, besides that though the woman’s reaction to the monkey was instead not as erratic and energetic as his own.

“Of course you would call me a monkey - I am a monkey! And I am the only monkey! Except those foolish idiots they call Saiyans, they go and try to copy me with their tail. Outrageous!”

He exclaimed with conviction and announced himself as the precursor of anything with a monkey tail, in a few words, before instead his attention focused on the matter of the whole stall. She did indeed point out to read the sign, and of course he could actually read, he just chose not to most of the time. Bansho stood on his tail that bent itself to move him as if he floated, and instead he was just standing on the end of the table with his tail to lean back and read.

“Hmmm… Blablabla, Jacki blablabla… Sun Monk.”

Sun Monk.

He hummed, quite profoundly so when he just thought how well that rolled over the tongue - almost. Sun Monk. Sun Monk. Maybe with a Wu in there? He did not know, however he knew that maybe he should call himself Sun or something from now on. Uhh, maybe he will think about that later. Anyway, he folded his arms and once more rested his boots on top of the table.

“Aight then. I am waiting. Make me the stronger strongest.”

He said and waited, almost as if he expected her to whip out the extra power out of her pocket and hand it over to him.

WC: 335
Total WC: 657

“I’m quite sure there is more to this than light and fire, Bansho.” Illuma smiled a little, in the same way that a little old lady that was totally a pro super champion at board games would do when suddenly getting ahead of everyone else out of nowhere. She had a feeling he would react in surprise since she somehow knew his name without him saying anything.

Of course, this Bansho fellow really had their mind set on a few things. In Illuma’s opinion, he had just described precisely what a ‘gutsy’ personality was— no restraint, determined and largely unafraid of repercussions. The triclops man exhibited a similar behavior— he spoke without restraint, and seemed determined to get their point across.

A short ginger fellow stomped over, loudly pointing out the arenas nearby and adding themselves to this moment of conflict.

The elderly Saiyan didn’t need to interfere, Jackie stepped forward in a bid to stop the small gathering from breaking down into madness. Bansho seemed the most calm about this outcome, at the very least he was interested in seeing a demonstration from Jackie. “Most of the time, aside from the Kamehameha, correct?” Illuma once again feigned total innocence even with her knowing smile— she had heard from Nervan that Bansho knew that move.

“If Bansho wishes to bow out of participating, I suppose I could in his stead.” If nothing else, it would make the other supposed ‘fossils’ nearby even more jealous and crabby if they saw a fellow fossil taking the opportunity they lacked the will to take themselves. That, and it provided Illuma a chance to prove a point of sorts; no matter one’s age, they could improve and grow.