A Debut to Remember (Open)

"Ah. I did not know he had an art name now."

He chuckled a bit to himself. The notion of it was well, undoubtedly expected, he had heard a few things from Gandigan. The full extent of his actions were certainly something that did not improve his conditions at all, but he knew that eventually the karmic wheel would catch up to him. It did not take plenty, while he believed this with most foes that appeared to fight against the greater good, it did not appear that good things would await those that dared such an approach.

As much as he believed that the Otherworld could potentially have an issue, a lot of it did not make sense. Were they simply unable to fix it or unwilling? If so, there had to be some manner of design that purposed certain souls being able to escape the Afterlife without being blocked. But he did not quite see a potential benefit from anyone, besides the person escaping death of course.

"From whatever you speak, you make it sound like nearly anyone can return to the world of the living. I do not think it is that easy currently. The few that have managed the feat all had extraordinary powers."

He knew what it meant wishing to hear the words of a dead someone, an important person at that, too, but well, she was rather resolute and trusting that he would support her any step of the way. As of Nasu, well, surely so too, but then she wandered in dangerous waters, going as far as to ask a delicate question, that Nasu simply appeared to frown in her direction.

"I have no doubt she would. But I will not let her. She has way too many responsibilities and people to look after in this world. Besides. To me death is merely a setback, no, not even, rather a step of the journey. Dead or alive, I will always keep getting back up. It does not matter. Surely you agree. Seeing the plenty that end up returning anyhow."

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A nickname was well, an interesting concept. At least for Nasu it was usually unnecessary, unless it held an actual meaning or some sort of responsibility with it. After all, it was not just Lottus that possessed the power to destroy planets- neither were Saiyans the ones and only by now, that much was obvious by now after he had witnessed it himself. He had his own questions of course. But in any case, he did not know whether Tsuya would once more aid Lottus like she did in the past.

The beginning of how people would return to life was... well, interesting. In a way, it appeared to be a concept similar of what zombies were supposed to be, but that was drastically different in the way that it actually worked. He did not think it was so common, there was a majority of dead souls in the Otherworld that were yet to pass and return running across the wheel of rebirth, but it was true there were people that would come back.

Perhaps it was believed that they had never died in the first place? Could that be why there was so little on this? Strange. But in any case, he looked over her as she would stand up, while Nasu did not appear to be in such a hurry himself. Rather he was just going to spend some of his time here for the foreseeable future, after all Namek was as enchanting as it could get, therefore he would wait some more before heading back.

She appeared to be against of course his line of thought, which was fine. He did not mean it to be a truth that was meant to be accepted, to him it was just a fact.

"I will not let my life go to waste just because I will break the cycle. I will make sure to get the most out of it. But should I be put to rest forcedly, and not by age, there is no doubt that I will keep returning. As many times as I need to make sure the world remains a safe place."

He tilted his head a bit before eventually he just looked over her silhouette with a smile.

"So yes. I did not expect any less. Outside of this truce, you and I do remain on opposing sides. But it is good to know I am not fighting some crazy brute for once. You have your own motivations. Gives all of it some meaning, do you not think so?"

Eventually the man returned to the drinks, yet feeling like he could squeeze in some more between one snack and the other, while his head would wander across the entire world, trying to trace some form of plan or schedule in his head. Or well, in a few words, he would just keep chilling a little longer.

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