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Post by Celri on Jun 8, 2024 18:29:59 GMT -5
There were many plans and goals that Celri had put into play long before he was where he was as at this moment. Two of those goals took priority over all his other long-term goals, though; to become stronger, and to become King. The two goals coincided with each other. Celri had always known that if he wanted to one day become a great King, or even a great leader in general, he would have to get strong. Really strong. Much stronger than he was now. He had figured out, though, that he wasn't going to be able to do that very well by sparring with weaklings and bandits. As much as he hated to admit it...he needed a teacher. Someone to guide him in his conquest of strength. Therein lied the ultimate question that continuously plagued his mind...who?
Despite the fact that many of the most important leaders and warriors of his planet were physically very powerful, Celri had come to the conclusion that, for most of them at least, their mental fortitude and capability to make decisions that weren't always going to be seen by the public as..."morally sound" left very much to be desired. Celri knew that, if he were to lower himself to the role of protege for someone, it needed to be someone different. Someone relentless. Someone that was strong in both physical attributes, and conviction alike. Celri contemplated this idea over and over again in his mind. And then...Hatchi was attacked.
The city being attacked was, for many, a tragedy. A traumatic event that would threaten the safety of the planet as a whole. Celri saw it merely as a failure of the those in charge to preemptively recognize an impending attack, and handle it before it could get very bad. After all, the city had to depend on the help of a number of admittedly strong outsiders to ward off the attack. If they were left to their own defenses, they might not have been able to thwart the plans of the attackers at all. It was the exact sort of disaster that Celri sought to avoid as a leader. He also recognized something else, though...the nature of the attackers. Particularly Lottus.
Celri had only been able to view things from a distance. He hadn't involved himself in the fighting at all. Having been even weaker back then than he was now, he recognized that he would have been nothing but a fly to any fighter worth their salt in that battle. Lottus was quite a sight to behold, though. His brutality. His undeniable raw strength. It was exactly the type of demonstration Celri expected from a mentor.
There was more to it though. He was reckless. Unstable. In the aftermath of the event, Celri had heard from a number of the other soldiers that this Lottus guy was downright insane. And why wouldn't they think so? After all, Lottus had, nearly singlehandedly, attempted to take the city for his own. Celri, perhaps foolishly, wasn't afraid, though. He didn't quite fully support Lottus' actions, but that didn't matter to him. He'd dealt with unstable people before. He was confident in his ability to win the brute over.
Talk around the town had told tales of Lottus being spotted back on Plant in the time following his attack. Celri was able to track down Lottus' movements and find out that he frequented The Brawl Hole, a rinky dink tavern in the Radditsu District that doubled as a fight club. Perfect.
Celri arrived at The Brawl Hole, this time ditching his usual night time stealth-adjacent wear for his Saiyan armor. The usual commotion and tomfoolery riddled the tavern, as Celri pushed past the antics and made his way towards the fight pit, his tail swaying behind him in anticipation for what he would find.
Despite the fact that many of the most important leaders and warriors of his planet were physically very powerful, Celri had come to the conclusion that, for most of them at least, their mental fortitude and capability to make decisions that weren't always going to be seen by the public as..."morally sound" left very much to be desired. Celri knew that, if he were to lower himself to the role of protege for someone, it needed to be someone different. Someone relentless. Someone that was strong in both physical attributes, and conviction alike. Celri contemplated this idea over and over again in his mind. And then...Hatchi was attacked.
The city being attacked was, for many, a tragedy. A traumatic event that would threaten the safety of the planet as a whole. Celri saw it merely as a failure of the those in charge to preemptively recognize an impending attack, and handle it before it could get very bad. After all, the city had to depend on the help of a number of admittedly strong outsiders to ward off the attack. If they were left to their own defenses, they might not have been able to thwart the plans of the attackers at all. It was the exact sort of disaster that Celri sought to avoid as a leader. He also recognized something else, though...the nature of the attackers. Particularly Lottus.
Celri had only been able to view things from a distance. He hadn't involved himself in the fighting at all. Having been even weaker back then than he was now, he recognized that he would have been nothing but a fly to any fighter worth their salt in that battle. Lottus was quite a sight to behold, though. His brutality. His undeniable raw strength. It was exactly the type of demonstration Celri expected from a mentor.
There was more to it though. He was reckless. Unstable. In the aftermath of the event, Celri had heard from a number of the other soldiers that this Lottus guy was downright insane. And why wouldn't they think so? After all, Lottus had, nearly singlehandedly, attempted to take the city for his own. Celri, perhaps foolishly, wasn't afraid, though. He didn't quite fully support Lottus' actions, but that didn't matter to him. He'd dealt with unstable people before. He was confident in his ability to win the brute over.
Talk around the town had told tales of Lottus being spotted back on Plant in the time following his attack. Celri was able to track down Lottus' movements and find out that he frequented The Brawl Hole, a rinky dink tavern in the Radditsu District that doubled as a fight club. Perfect.
Celri arrived at The Brawl Hole, this time ditching his usual night time stealth-adjacent wear for his Saiyan armor. The usual commotion and tomfoolery riddled the tavern, as Celri pushed past the antics and made his way towards the fight pit, his tail swaying behind him in anticipation for what he would find.
WC: 644
TWC: 644
TWC: 644
