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Post by Lottus on Sept 11, 2024 0:41:37 GMT -5
Sweat drops into the cracks of the stone floor, beholden to a broad shadow. Lottus, holding up his body in a handstand against his right thumb and index finger and his left arm held against his back, lowers himself until his nose touches the stone, and pushes against his own weight until his arm is straight once more.
Training like this was never something he typically used to care for, at least during his time as an outcast. It never really occurred to him to bother - he was always hunting for food; scavenging. Surviving. So much had changed. More sweat drips onto the stones, and Lottus completes another handstand push up. He'd been at this for hours - but his Scouter was nearby, and it didn't bleat even once. Jagaimo had partly returned to her duties as Captain of the Palace Guard, though her employees had been helping with watching Rapini.
Another push up repetition. Lottus' battle jacket, bracers, and Scouter lay together, leaving Lottus in only his black form-fitting body glove pants, and a sleeveless body glove shirt. His wild mane of hair spread across the ground, and his black furred tail sways almost absently of its owner. He wasn't strong enough. Not nearly strong enough. He needed more. MORE.
Lottus tosses himself up slightly into the air, quickly changing the positions of his hands during the vertical push, and lands on the thumb and index finger of his left hand now, pressing his fist against the small of his back. Enemies all around him were catching up to his power. Some even surpassed his. And that could not be permitted. Jagaimo, Zuqetta, and even some others had expressed to him that he didn't need to fight alone against any enemies. But the very notion of leaning on them was a crutch to the Saiyan. He HAD to be the best, or he was nothing. That was the only way forward.
It didn't matter if others fought by him if he didn't have the power in his own two hands to face even the strongest of enemies. Such that it was, that he had swallowed his pride and begun training in this place, beneath the Palace Lottus held with such disdain. A Kingdom he wanted no part of - but with everything going on, he was too much of a natural survivor to just turn his back to resources.
There were no enemies to face on Plant anymore; or at least, none that dared show their faces to him. Even his enemies would think twice before attacking him while around so many other Super Saiyans. Or so he believed...
Training like this was never something he typically used to care for, at least during his time as an outcast. It never really occurred to him to bother - he was always hunting for food; scavenging. Surviving. So much had changed. More sweat drips onto the stones, and Lottus completes another handstand push up. He'd been at this for hours - but his Scouter was nearby, and it didn't bleat even once. Jagaimo had partly returned to her duties as Captain of the Palace Guard, though her employees had been helping with watching Rapini.
Another push up repetition. Lottus' battle jacket, bracers, and Scouter lay together, leaving Lottus in only his black form-fitting body glove pants, and a sleeveless body glove shirt. His wild mane of hair spread across the ground, and his black furred tail sways almost absently of its owner. He wasn't strong enough. Not nearly strong enough. He needed more. MORE.
Lottus tosses himself up slightly into the air, quickly changing the positions of his hands during the vertical push, and lands on the thumb and index finger of his left hand now, pressing his fist against the small of his back. Enemies all around him were catching up to his power. Some even surpassed his. And that could not be permitted. Jagaimo, Zuqetta, and even some others had expressed to him that he didn't need to fight alone against any enemies. But the very notion of leaning on them was a crutch to the Saiyan. He HAD to be the best, or he was nothing. That was the only way forward.
It didn't matter if others fought by him if he didn't have the power in his own two hands to face even the strongest of enemies. Such that it was, that he had swallowed his pride and begun training in this place, beneath the Palace Lottus held with such disdain. A Kingdom he wanted no part of - but with everything going on, he was too much of a natural survivor to just turn his back to resources.
There were no enemies to face on Plant anymore; or at least, none that dared show their faces to him. Even his enemies would think twice before attacking him while around so many other Super Saiyans. Or so he believed...
PL: 160,600
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/280%
WC: 438
Items
Passive: Training Weights
Active: --
Traits:
Bulky - +10% HP
Noble Blood - +20% HP +30% Crit Threshold
Saiyan Pride (Inactive) - +10% Power to all Techs
Zenkai (1/1) - 100% Damage gain Zenkai Charge/200% Damage Gain Zenkai Charge
Restrained Might (Active) - +10% Power to all Techs
Aggressive Attacker (1) - Attack a Second Target (Must be different target than first)
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/280%
WC: 438
Items
Passive: Training Weights
Active: --
Traits:
Bulky - +10% HP
Noble Blood - +20% HP +30% Crit Threshold
Saiyan Pride (Inactive) - +10% Power to all Techs
Zenkai (1/1) - 100% Damage gain Zenkai Charge/200% Damage Gain Zenkai Charge
Restrained Might (Active) - +10% Power to all Techs
Aggressive Attacker (1) - Attack a Second Target (Must be different target than first)
