Post by Korado on Jan 9, 2024 22:57:10 GMT -5
Amara, the genius who had helped bring the truffle people such happiness. She had retired and left the violence to fester. What about King Taori, the man who was supposed to keep the Saiyans on a stable reign? He had chosen love over duty. Or maybe Cheri, who had not seen in a long time, was ruling the tuffles in the shadows, keeping them in stagnation. Korado was bitter. He saw the situation as it was: a war waiting to happen. No matter how hard he tried, it always seemed that, eventually, war would return. There was not going to be any stable peace. Eventually, it was all going to come to war.
A blade shot into the side of a Saibamen tearing through it. The buzzsaw landed in the side of a wall, flowing with ki from Korado's arm launcher. The armor he wore now was even more heavy-duty—the Prototype of the Saiyan Slayer Armor. An Armor set was created for one thing: warfare with his people. The armor was imposing in nature but clearly still had a few flaws. It would need to be improved over the next few months. But the armor was a clear sign of the direction Korado had taken. He was no longer just seeking Genesis; he was going to prevent tyrants from rising and chaos from reaching his homeland. His soul would be dammed; he would have to be the one to defend his people.
The armor covered his entire body well, making it nearly impossible to see his appearance. The heavy black steel armor had purple markings with a headpiece shaped like an Ozzaru. Green tubes would peer from the armor, mixing with Sickle's DNA. The Slime was hidden among the armor, fueling its attack power while protecting it. It would be easy enough to target Sickle still, but it gave the illusion of protection to those prying eyes. "We are going to need to find some practice for the armor. Scanning." The armor's heavy interface was equipped with all his everyday gadgets, including his scouter—time to put that to use. It didn't matter who, he would test the armor on the next stong foe he came across. Sickle quivered, knowing his master had lost his humanity but believing in the importance of Korado's mission—the protection of the tuffle people from any threat.
A blade shot into the side of a Saibamen tearing through it. The buzzsaw landed in the side of a wall, flowing with ki from Korado's arm launcher. The armor he wore now was even more heavy-duty—the Prototype of the Saiyan Slayer Armor. An Armor set was created for one thing: warfare with his people. The armor was imposing in nature but clearly still had a few flaws. It would need to be improved over the next few months. But the armor was a clear sign of the direction Korado had taken. He was no longer just seeking Genesis; he was going to prevent tyrants from rising and chaos from reaching his homeland. His soul would be dammed; he would have to be the one to defend his people.
The armor covered his entire body well, making it nearly impossible to see his appearance. The heavy black steel armor had purple markings with a headpiece shaped like an Ozzaru. Green tubes would peer from the armor, mixing with Sickle's DNA. The Slime was hidden among the armor, fueling its attack power while protecting it. It would be easy enough to target Sickle still, but it gave the illusion of protection to those prying eyes. "We are going to need to find some practice for the armor. Scanning." The armor's heavy interface was equipped with all his everyday gadgets, including his scouter—time to put that to use. It didn't matter who, he would test the armor on the next stong foe he came across. Sickle quivered, knowing his master had lost his humanity but believing in the importance of Korado's mission—the protection of the tuffle people from any threat.
Wc:394
Powerlevel:44,000
Sickle:50,000