Ice to Meet You! [Invite Callion]

Callion, the Saiyan monk, felt the distant energy as he navigated the icy tundra of the Land of Ice. His sharp Saiyan senses led him towards the source, and as he approached, he saw the silhouette of a figure sitting in the snow. Intrigued, he quickened his pace, his monk's gi fluttering in the cold wind. The icy winds whipped around Callion's gi as he traversed the unforgiving terrain of the Land of Ice. His Saiyan instincts tingled as he sensed a formidable presence ahead. Intrigued, he sped towards the energy signature, his longer-than-average Saiyan tail swaying behind him.

As he drew closer, Callion spotted a figure seated in deep meditation amidst the biting cold. His senses honed from years of training with the Monsol race didn't fail him—he didn't recognized the unique energy emanating from this individual. For such an energy belonged to none other than the Earthling Donût, the Unbreakable Mister Steel.

With a slight smile, Callion approached, his gaze fixated on the man who dared challenge the elements in pursuit of greater strength. "Impressive," he murmured, his voice carrying a certain warmth despite the frosty surroundings. "Training in the heart of this icy wilderness... not a common sight, especially amongst your people. I mean that with no disrespect, of course." The rather tall Saiyan that stood at six foot three inches spoke softly to the man before him. This was honestly the first time that Callion has met what it appears to be an Earthling, as he had only just arrived on this planet, a clear sign that he has much to learn.

Callion stopped a respectful distance away, maintaining a stance that was both alert and relaxed. "Greetings, traveler," he called out, allowing his own energy to exude a welcoming aura. "I am Callion, a Saiyan monk from the distant lands of Bhupal. It seems our paths have crossed in this desolate expanse. What brings a warrior like yourself to seek solace in the heart of these frozen wastes?" Callion's unusually large and long tail swayed slightly as he observed Mister Steel, a very Saiyan tail that uniquely matched the colours of his rather long spikey hair. He was curious about the nature of his training and the purpose behind enduring such harsh conditions. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of cold and determination.

The Saiyan closed his eyes for a moment, as he attempted to sense the earthling’s energy. He was strong, far stronger than him, and he knew this to be true, he even saw the weights that the man was wearing. Weight training along with enduring the harrowing and minus temperatures of the north is a brave but dangerous combination, a very good first impression of the native species of this planet. There was an air of focus and purpose, a striving for something beyond mere physical endurance. He stood tall, his lengthy Saiyan tail swaying slightly behind him as he awaited a response from the figure wrapped in the chilling embrace of the Land of Ice.

"Seems like you're seeking more than just warmth amidst this frozen expanse," Callion's deep voice resonated through the icy air, carrying a tone of respect and acknowledgment. "Your energy speaks of determination, an unyielding spirit, and yet I can’t help but sense something… More…. What exactly that is, I am unsure… What is your name, by chance?”

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"An honour to meet you, Mister Steel," Callion acknowledged with a respectful nod, his dark eyes fixed on Donût's towering presence, as the Saiyan performed a martial artist bow in respect, formerly greeting the Earthling before him. The Saiyan monk listened intently as Donût elaborated on his circumstances, his dual identity, and the pending election results that brought him to this isolated training ground. He observed the display of bravado from the shorter yet robust figure of Donût, amused by the theatrical introduction. He nodded, acknowledging the Saiyan's unique flair.

"I appreciate your welcome, Earthling. It is… Nice to be welcomed to your world," Callion responded, a hint of a smile playing across his features. "And thank you for the information. Earth's customs and laws are yet unfamiliar to me, but I seek no trouble. As a visitor, I'll ensure to abide by the regulations once I acquaint myself with your planet's requirements." Callion's gaze shifted momentarily, observing the surroundings as the icy winds swept across the barren landscape. "This land, while harsh, bears a beauty of its own. Your dedication to training here speaks volumes of your commitment and strength. The pursuit of power is a noble path, one I understand well." The wind howled, carrying a chill through the air, but Callion's composed demeanour remained unaffected. He extended his hand in a gesture of friendship, hoping to shake THE UNBREAKABLE’s hand.

He paused, his expression conveying a sense of tranquillity amid the biting cold. "If I may inquire, Mister Steel, what drives you on this path of seeking strength? Is it solely for the election, or does it run deeper, perhaps tied to a greater purpose? I must admit, your dedication to training even amidst the uncertainty of an impending election is admirable," Callion remarked, his voice carrying a tone of genuine respect for the man who was going to face the election, or whatever customs and practices earthlings go about.

As Callion engaged in conversation with Mister Steel, his trained senses picked up on subtle cues. The energy emanating from the Earthling carried a notable strength, yet there was an underlying sensation that hinted at a deliberate suppression. Callion, accustomed to reading the energies of others, could not ignore the telltale signs. The Saiyan monk's gaze briefly flickered towards Mister Steel's form, particularly his attire. It did not take long for Callion to notice the weighted clothing, a choice often made by warriors seeking to challenge themselves by training under increased resistance. Indeed, it was a familiar technique—training with weighted clothing to enhance one's strength when removed. The Saiyan monk held no offense; instead, he admired the disciplined approach to honing one's abilities.

Callion's curiosity lingered as he contemplated the implications of Mister Steel's pursuit and the purpose behind his training amidst the pending election results. With a slight tilt of his head, reminiscent of a curious pup, he sought clarification. "Mister Steel, forgive my ignorance," Callion began with a respectful tone, "but could you elaborate on these election results? Are you vying for a position of leadership on this planet?"

The concept of elections and leadership structures was not entirely foreign to Callion, having encountered various systems across different planets during his travels. However, the intricacies and specifics of Earth's political landscape remained a mystery to him, and he looked to Mister Steel for insight into the impending outcome and its potential impact on the planet. Callion’s tail, one that was much larger and longer than the normal Saiyan’s tail began to flow freely, it looked like a giant python slithering in mid-air, the Saiyan’s eyes glued to Donût, with a look that he was actually interested in learning more about what was happening, and what did this small, muscular man had a role to play in the political department.

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Callion followed Donût into the warmth of the capsule shelter, feeling the immediate relief from the biting cold. He observed the compact yet functional living space with a hint of appreciation, noting the thoughtful arrangements and the amenities designed for comfort amidst the harsh environment. Callion had to admit, the compact living space intrigued him, a testament to Earth's technological advancements.

"Your capsule home is quite impressive," Callion remarked, his gaze briefly scanning the area before focusing on Donût's swift and practiced movements in the makeshift kitchen. The Saiyan monk listened intently, absorbing the information shared about Earth's governance structure and the ongoing election process. "Thank you for the hospitality, Mister Steel," Callion expressed gratitude as he took a seat at the table, observing the efficient and practiced movements of his host. The aroma of the ingredients filled the air, and the Saiyan could not help but feel a sense of camaraderie in sharing a meal.

As Donût deftly prepared a meal, Callion nodded in understanding, acknowledging the complexities of the democratic system being explained to him. The concept of a democratic republic and the role of the President as a significant figurehead in the governance of the planet intrigued him, aligning with his encounters of diverse political structures across various planets during his travels. With Callion listening attentively as Donût spoke, the Saiyan was starting to gain a better understanding of the planet's governance. The concept of a democratic republic and the intricate balance of power was new to him, and as such, it was quite the fascinating learning course for him.

"I see," Callion replied, taking in the details. "It's a system built on balance and responsibility. The weight of leadership, especially on a planetary scale, carries great significance and demands careful consideration." The Saiyan said as he rubbed his chin slowly, trying his best in his own way to understand it from his own point of view, "I must admit, It does sound like a unique system, fostering representation and shared governance. I wish you success in your endeavour, Mister Steel."

The Saiyan monk's eyes flickered with interest as he observed the cooking process, appreciating the fusion of martial prowess and culinary skill. "Your dedication to both physical and political strength is commendable. I sense a spirit of resilience and purpose within you, and I believe it extends beyond mere ambition. What motivates you, Mister Steel, to carry such weight on your shoulders? Is it because of this… Lottus individual that you say has the power to destroy multiple planets?" Callion asked whilst he observed Donût's culinary prowess with interest, appreciating the precision in the preparation of the meal. As the aroma of the simmering broth filled the capsule shelter, Callion continued the conversation, his tone reflecting a genuine curiosity.

"Your commitment to serve your people is admirable, Mister Steel," Callion remarked, a sense of respect evident in his tone. "I admire your dedication to improving yourself, both physically and for the betterment of your world. If there's anything I can do to assist during this time, please don't hesitate to ask."

The Saiyan gave several nods of his head, smiling as he began to speak on his own accord afterwards, his tone reflective as he delved into the political dynamics of his upbringing. "My foster planet, Bhupal, is under an Imperialist Absolute Monarchy, a system that has prevailed for generations. However, my existence within that realm was different, for I dwelled among the Monks of the Monsol." Callion's gaze wandered for a moment, memories of his upbringing and the spiritual teachings of the Monsol flooding his thoughts. "The Monsol, a revered race known for their unwavering dedication to spirituality and discipline, upheld a distinct theological system. At its helm stood the Grandmaster, guiding us on the path of enlightenment."

He paused, his voice carrying a sense of reverence for the teachings imparted upon him. "While Bhupal's overarching governance remained rooted in an absolute monarchy, the Monks of the Monsol existed within their own spiritual realm, cultivating wisdom, strength, and harmony." Callion's words held a touch of nostalgia for the teachings that shaped his character. "We believed in the balance of strength and wisdom, the harmony between mind, body, and spirit. The Grandmaster, our spiritual leader, imparted guidance not only in combat but also in matters of the soul." He glanced toward Mister Steel, a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "Your pursuit of leadership echoes the responsibility I witnessed within the monastery. It's about guiding, protecting, and fostering a world where its inhabitants can thrive."

As Callion continued to watch Donût continued to prepare the meal, Callion couldn't help but feel a sense of connection, recognizing the shared sense of duty and commitment to self-improvement that transcended planetary boundaries… That and a Saiyan’s appetite in of itself was vast in of itself.

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Callion listened attentively as Mister Steel shared his poignant tale, the hardships of his upbringing, and the motivations that fuelled his pursuit of leadership. The Saiyan monk found a deep resonance with the Earthling's commitment to creating a better world, understanding the weight of the responsibility he carried. "Thank you, Mister Steel," Callion expressed sincerely, acknowledging the heartfelt story shared by his host. He respected the genuine intent and the passion behind Donût's drive to make a difference in the world.

Sitting down at the table, Callion bowed his head briefly, a gesture of gratitude for the nourishment before him and a silent acknowledgment of the struggles endured by Mister Steel and his family. "I appreciate your efforts and your determination to create a better world for the younger generations," he said quietly, his voice carrying a solemn tone reflecting his respect for Donût's aspirations.

Taking the offered bowl of soup, the Saiyan took a moment to inhale the rich aroma rising from the steaming liquid, savoring the comforting scent before lifting the spoon. With a nod of appreciation towards Mister Steel, Callion began to enjoy the hearty meal, relishing each spoonful with a measured, deliberate pace, savouring the Flavors and warmth the soup provided. His mind lingered on Donût's words, the hardships endured, and the fervent desire to make a difference. Callion found a kindred spirit in the Earthling's resolve, recognizing the universal desire to alleviate suffering and create a better future, one meal and one step at a time. Between bites, he occasionally nodded in agreement or understanding as Mister Steel recounted his challenging upbringing and his unwavering determination to effect positive change. Callion listened intently, acknowledging the importance of such struggles and the resolve it fostered within individuals. For the Saiyan monk, the simple act of sharing a meal and engaging in conversation with Mister Steel transcended mere sustenance. It was a connection—a moment of understanding and appreciation for each other's journeys and aspirations.

"For a soon-to-be President—someone who has a good heart, can cook well, and is undeniably strong—I feel you will go far," Callion remarked, a genuine smile gracing his features. "I can sense your energy, even with your weights on. You'll be a man who can command respect. I am actually happy to have met you." His words carried a sense of sincerity, reflecting the admiration he held for Mister Steel's resolve and the depth of character he had glimpsed during their conversation. The Saiyan monk continued to enjoy the soup, savouring the Flavors while acknowledging the connection formed during their chance encounter amidst the Land of Ice.

"Let me ask you a question, friend" Callion began, his expression shifting to a more serious manner, "let me ask you something. When you do become a leader, what will you do for the people of this planet or region that is under your control? What will be your first act?" His dark eyes held a piercing intensity as he awaited Mister Steel's response, genuinely interested in understanding the vision and commitments the Earthling harboured for the well-being of his future constituents.

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Callion listened attentively as Mister Steel, now Donût, articulated his intentions with a gravity that matched the weight of the situation. The Saiyan monk recognized the significance of the issues at hand, the implications of laws restricting the development of one's potential and the potential corruption within the current leadership. The Earthling's resolute determination to rectify these flaws in governance struck a chord within Callion, a nod of understanding accompanying Donût's words. He observed the intensity in Donût's eyes, a reflection of the unwavering conviction in his resolve.

"I see," Callion responded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Removing such limitations that hinder personal growth and rightful self-defense is a step toward empowering the people. To rebuild laws that truly safeguard and support the populace while deterring criminals and invaders is a noble undertaking." He noted the weight of responsibility that rested on Donût's shoulders, the burden of reshaping a flawed system. "To face corruption and ensure justice, especially when wielded by those in power, is a formidable task. Your commitment to addressing these challenges speaks volumes about your vision for a better future."

Callion's gaze held a sense of respect and solidarity. "It's a bold path you're willing to tread, President Donût. I hope that, if victorious, you'll find the support and strength needed to bring about the changes you aim for." The Saiyan said, placing his hands together, looking at the Earthling squarely at the eyes. "I must commend your determination, soon-to-be President Donût," Callion began with a measured tone, his expression thoughtful. "However, while your intentions seem well-placed, the abolition of the Central City Accords raises questions about the method to maintain balance and security."

The Saiyan monk paused, choosing his words carefully, aware of the complexity of governance and the delicate balance required between liberty and protection. "Wouldn't a more refined system, perhaps one that encourages responsible power usage while curbing misuse, be a better solution? A thorough revision rather than complete abolition might mitigate potential risks while allowing individuals to reach their full potential without endangering society."

He maintained a respectful demeanour, understanding the intricacies of Donût's proposed changes while suggesting a more nuanced approach that could address the underlying issues without compromising overall safety and security. "Moreover, in crafting new statutes, careful consideration of the potential loopholes and methods to prevent exploitation by criminal elements or invasive forces will be paramount." Callion's critique aimed to offer an alternative perspective, acknowledging the challenges in altering existing laws while ensuring a balanced and secure environment for the populace.

"If I maybe so bold," Callion began earnestly, his gaze focused on the Earthling across the table, "as you strive for change, seeking counsel and guidance from diverse perspectives might prove invaluable. Engaging with experts, communities affected by these laws, and those with experience in governance could provide insights that complement your vision." The Saiyan monk's advice was rooted in the belief that collaboration and consultation could fortify Donût's initiatives. "Building a team of advisors with varied expertise, including legal scholars, martial artists, and representatives from different sectors of society, might aid in formulating comprehensive policies that balance freedom with security."

He leaned forward slightly, emphasizing the importance of collective wisdom in decision-making. "The path to reform is intricate, requiring not just conviction but a tapestry of knowledge and perspectives. This diversity can help foresee potential consequences and navigate complexities that may arise in reshaping legislation." Callion's suggestion sought to encourage President Donût to consider a multifaceted approach, one that integrates differing viewpoints to craft solutions that address concerns while paving the way for positive change. "Consider this," Callion began, offering an example to illustrate his point. "Imagine a statute that mandates power level registration for individuals engaging in organized martial arts tournaments or joining defense forces. This could encourage responsible usage of abilities while ensuring transparency and safety within those specific realms."

He paused briefly, allowing the scenario to sink in before continuing. "Meanwhile, for civilians, instead of strict registration requirements, there could be educational programs or voluntary registries. These programs could promote understanding of one's capabilities, their responsibilities, and the potential dangers of misusing their power." Callion elaborated, seeking to demonstrate a balanced approach that accommodated both personal growth and societal safety. "Through education and guidance, individuals could learn to harness their potential while being aware of the ethical and legal implications. This approach might help strike a balance between personal freedom and collective security."

The Saiyan monk's hypothetical example aimed to showcase a model that combined accountability, education, and voluntary participation to foster a system that empowered individuals while safeguarding the interests of society at large.

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