Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2021 8:19:36 GMT -5
Namek was a planet known for it's beauty among the stars, but that didn't mean it couldn't also be brutal. While the lush plains and Ajisa crops littered the countryside there was one region in particular which staunchly contrasted the traditions of Namek: The Northern Scar. The valley ran so far and so deep one wondered how such a monstrosity had been kept hidden away from outsider eyes. What use did such a sore have for the docile natives? It served one simple purpose: a stage. For what? For deciding the lives of those who dared venture to it.
This was on such occasion. A group of Mazoku Namekians had harassed a small village and the Warrior Clansmen who were nearest didn't arrive in time to stop them. They were however able to grab one of them as they tried to make their escape. What was the decision? Being the honorable warriors they were there was really only one option for them: a fight to the death. Of course there were three of them and only one of him so they'd have to rotate in and out; about as fair as it was going to get for him considering the circumstances.
So what was Shakuhachi doing out here then? What part did he play in all of this? He was the back up. While the Warriors had the numbers advantage the Mazoku still had his own considerable power. They would win, no doubt, but they'd get tired in the process. The Dragon had volunteered to cover them as they delivered their justice as only a Namekian warrior could. As they made the trek Shakuhachi kept his eyes on the Mazoku, and what did he notice? Nothing. He wasn't scared; not even a hint of agitation as he was ferried to an almost certain death.
That's what has Shakuhachi worried; what's this guy up to? Did he already have assurances that back up was on the way? Whatever the plan was Shakuhachi was here to put an end to it. They touched down on the large disc which bridged the gap in the center of the valley; the Warriors trying to decide who would go first. Shakuhachi gave the area a quick comb but he wasn't able to detect anything odd; maybe he'd get to actually enjoy the show. The Warriors had made their decision; it was time for their ancient tradition to begin.
This was on such occasion. A group of Mazoku Namekians had harassed a small village and the Warrior Clansmen who were nearest didn't arrive in time to stop them. They were however able to grab one of them as they tried to make their escape. What was the decision? Being the honorable warriors they were there was really only one option for them: a fight to the death. Of course there were three of them and only one of him so they'd have to rotate in and out; about as fair as it was going to get for him considering the circumstances.
So what was Shakuhachi doing out here then? What part did he play in all of this? He was the back up. While the Warriors had the numbers advantage the Mazoku still had his own considerable power. They would win, no doubt, but they'd get tired in the process. The Dragon had volunteered to cover them as they delivered their justice as only a Namekian warrior could. As they made the trek Shakuhachi kept his eyes on the Mazoku, and what did he notice? Nothing. He wasn't scared; not even a hint of agitation as he was ferried to an almost certain death.
That's what has Shakuhachi worried; what's this guy up to? Did he already have assurances that back up was on the way? Whatever the plan was Shakuhachi was here to put an end to it. They touched down on the large disc which bridged the gap in the center of the valley; the Warriors trying to decide who would go first. Shakuhachi gave the area a quick comb but he wasn't able to detect anything odd; maybe he'd get to actually enjoy the show. The Warriors had made their decision; it was time for their ancient tradition to begin.
PL: 2,500 (Suppressed from 13,000) - Ki Suppression - 6KP - 0MP - HP: 0/250