Pain is Powerful

Rhuba absorbed Kali's words, feeling a surge of recognition and connection. His ears twitched as something she had said resonated with him, triggering a rush of emotions he struggled to comprehend. With a sudden burst of speed, he dashed to her side, crouching down with an ecstatic grin plastered across his face. "Kali! We're the same!" he exclaimed, his eyes alight with intrigue. Her story mirrored his own in striking similarity.

"Saiyans attacked the mines! I couldn't beat them, they were much stronger than me. I then got angry and killed them. The Grandmaster, my owner. I killed him with my own hands too, ripped out his heart! The Grandmaster used me as a guard, I would kill any slaves that would try and escape, and anyone who tried to steal, stuff like that," Rhuba's tone shifted from jubilant to ecstatic as he recounted his past, his words tinged with a mixture of satisfaction and elation. Collapsing backward into a seated position beside her, he continued, "He's dead... and now I need to find my parents. They will rue the day they sold me to him..." The word 'rue' felt foreign on his tongue, borrowed from a book he had once read, but he felt like adding it into this context was correct and made him sound more dramatic. Rhuba was always the type to talk too much, as he always felt he had more to say, and even he himself felt he might have shared too much.

Glancing at Kali, Rhuba's heart sank as he took in the extent of the damage he had inflicted upon her. A pang of unfamiliar pain gnawed at his chest, twisting his features with guilt and regret. Quickly glancing away from her, "_{ᶦ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ,}" he murmured, his voice barely audible over the relentless rain, his gaze now averted toward the alcove wall. It was an apology tinged with genuine remorse, a sensation foreign and unsettling to Rhuba. For Kali, it might have seemed like a typical response from a repentant assailant, but for Rhuba, it marked an uncharted territory of emotions he had never explored before. Instinctively, he knew something was amiss, a dissonance between his mind and body that left him feeling displaced and vulnerable. That instinct was what drove him to apologize, he had felt that it is what was necessary, and when he did, he felt the pain lift slightly.

Antisense: Off


  WC: 387
TWC: 4,032


PL: 20,000

HP: 11%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 2/6 (+2)
MP: 5/6 (+1)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Used) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Rhuba quickly recovered from the embarrassment after she finally responded. Luckily, she didn't make a big point about his apology, allowing him to ignore what he just did. A relieved Rhuba now looked out beyond the alcove, the rain had settled down, and in the distance you could see the clouds carrying the torrential downpour onwards, this area now brighter as if rain hadn't just encompassed the entire area.

"I planned to go back and blow that whole planet to the smithereens, but might be more fun to take it over." Rhuba's vision flashed with his imagination, him floating above a burning mine, all the slaves dead or burning. "Yeah," he stood up fully this time, walking to the end of the alcove. "Let's end slavery on Hurtless." Rhuba smiled, the innocence of his smile hiding the underpinning thoughts of destruction and death Rhuba now vividly saw in his mind.

"I'm going to a place called Earth soon." He had learned of this planet on his travels, others had mentioned it and he wanted to see what the big deal was. Rhuba turned back to look at Kali as he spoke again, "If you really want to do this, find me when you're stronger. Or even before that," Rhuba had swiped a few telecommunication devices from some well-off Saiyans he had bumped into a while ago. "Contact me through this when you are healed. I have mine already programmed into it." Rhuba tossed her a device that had a simple screen, buttons like on a cellular phone, and an antenna. It was used like a walkie-talkie, or a very antique cell phone. Rhuba had a reason to be in the bluffs, and he never finished that reason. Hoping that Kali would be okay, and that she'd find him after she healed he said, "I think you'll be okay, I made sure not to hit anything that would kill you when we fought." Was the last words he said, as he finished the last word and gave his iconic smile, he ended it with a wink right before the afterimage where he once stood disappeared. Rhuba now long gone.

Rhuba exits!

  WC: 311
TWC: 4,390


PL: 20,000

HP: 11%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 2/6 (+0)
MP: 5/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Used) | Battle Liner (Unused)