Post by Otherworld Yangcong on Apr 2, 2021 8:18:58 GMT -5
Trava would chip him as he raised his finger.
"Yes and their latest technology is called the 'Fuma Flame Project' Published by a famous tuffle scientist! Dr Zub!"
Persik had raised a brow as he fixed his messy hair.
"The Fuma what now?"
Yangcong had chipped in as he let out a confident smirk.
"The Fuma Flame Project was the only project that was allowed and accepted in one of the smaller cities that is run by tuffles. The others rejected it due to its destructive behavior."
Persik was now confused as he scratch his head.
"Now that doesn't make sense, why would we saiyans reject that?"
Yangcong looked too Persik with a stern look.
"The reason why we rejected it is because it can perform a mass genocide without a seconds notice. And with how things have been lately with the tuffles and the saiyans, it wouldn't be wise to allow it now."
As they continued to travel through the forrest, Yangcong had felt the presence of another being. He stepped ahead of the three and brought his arm in front of them to halt their movement. The four of them looked around and several ki blades were sent directly at Malina from behind. Yangcong was quick to throw himself in front of the blades as he grunted in frustration.
"Someone is out there, perform the formation that I have taught you three."
They each nodded, Malina hid herself in the trees in a crouch position, Persik had stood at the center of the forrest, and Trava throwing smoke all around them. The enemy had detected Persik at the center and went for him, a giant size tuffle with a large arm cannon as a replacement. He attempted to hurl it straight at Persik who immediately jumped out of the way. Pink ki blast were then coming straight from the back of the giant size tuffle and impacting his back severely as Malina was giving it all that she got. As the smoke cleared, Persik coming out and sending a straight barrage of fist at the tuffle who was struggling to keep up with his destructive and wild behavior. Trava coming from behind the tuffle and sending a straight volt of electricity straight through his entire back, causing him to collapse to the ground and knock out in the process.
Yangcong was impressed and clapped his hands at the three of them as they towered over the body.
"Excellent work my students."
Persik had crouched to the tuffle and looked up at Yangcong.
"Just what the hell is this? A tuffle?"
Yangcong looked to the gigantic man and had a serious look on his face.
"I am not sure yet."
Soon after, the gigantic man had awakened and was tied up to a tree.
"What the?"
Yangcong stepped forward and looked to the man and tapped his cane on the ground to get his attention to focus on him only.
"Where are you from tuffle?"
The gigantic man looked to him and had laughed.
"You must be Yangcong! I am so glad I get to meet the man who killed so many important people! You have no idea how much of a bounty the tuffles have on you!"
Yangcong looked at him with his head slightly upward, staring down at this tuffle with a curious stare. The three students looked at Yangcong, wondering what more has he done in his past.
Flashback
"Tell me Garrick, did you know Trava is a bio android with Yakone's DNA?."
Garrick had no response to that, he was more shocked hearing this for the first time.
"I really don't know what's going on. But if he has Yakone's DNA that must mean he's probably five years of age and slipped himself into the academy. I can remove him as your student and we can conduct an investigation on him."
"No, I will continue to be his teacher. I will continue to watch over him."
Garrick had accepted it, leaving Yangcong to his own devices. Meanwhile Yangcong looked through his photo album with his past colleagues and spotted a tuffle scientist who had went rogue years ago and who had a grudge over Yangcong for a long time.
After interrogating the gigantic tuffle, Yangcong found himself back in his barracks after the mission. He headed towards the last known work station that the tuffle scientist had done. After searching through it, it lead him to several other names and location. After doing more research and interrogation work, he finally found the location of the scientist. Bursting through the doors of his underground laboratory, the tuffle scientist was in shock that he was founded.
"How did you find me?!"
"It took several months, but I was able to find you."
"I wasn't expecting to use project Fuma Flame. But oh well."
Coming from the shadows, would be Trava who would be directly mind controlled by the scientist.
"Trava, what the hell are you doing here?"
The scientist smirked and held a remote in his hand.
"Do you really think you would have gotten away with what you have done? Killing the Lord of House Morkov? Because of you, my research was put on hold. He helped us criminals escape the Military."
"How did you get my son's DNA?"
"Ah, so you know. I always kept tabs on you in House Joki, but when I found out what you did. I went over there myself. Everyone always knew the strength that you had. As a spy it wasn't normal. When you escaped Joki, that is when I had lost track of you. Until that incident you pulled. So I decided to create this bio android and made the necessary arrangements for him to come into your care."
Flashback
Trava and Yangcong training weeks on end. Trava being so tired, he finally looked up at Yangcong while being exhausted.
"Can I ask you something Yangcong?"
"What is it?"
"I found out recently that everyone that is around me isn't my same age. I also notice that I am the only student that you train more with. I'm wondering, why?"
Yangcong sighed to himself, as he held onto his cane for support.
"It's no secret that you know what happened that night. My son had perished that day and you have his blood within you. Its the closest thing that I have to..."
"I see...but Yangcong I don't have your family name."
"You wouldn't want to be named Joki, the Lord was known to be an extremist. You may not have my name, but you have my blood. Never forget that. A name can change, but not ones blood. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you how to properly defend yourself."
The scenery was now back to the scientist tuffle and Trava who was slowly making his way towards Yangcong.
"You trained the boy everything he knows. It's only fitting that you died by him!"
The button was pressed, and the boy went wild, rushing towards Yangcong and the both of them clashing against one another. About that time, Persik had arrived on scene and looking at the conflict, he joined in Yangcong side aiding him against Trava.
"What the hell is going on Master?"
Yangcong looked to Persik being shocked that he was here.
"He's being mind controlled by the remote that the scientist has."
Persik flying straight towards the scientist.
"I will take care of that tuffle brat!"
Yangcong reaching his hand in an attempt to grab Persik, only failing as his face got hit with Trava's right hook.
"No wait!"
The tuffle scientist smirking and clicking on the remote.
"Welcome to Project Fuma Flame boy!"
Trava's body had began to ignite into a red glow and finally, a ki explosion had taken place. Sacrificing the boy and heavily injuring Persik in the process, along with Yangcong. The smoke had cleared and the scientist had remained uninjured by the blast.
"You both are fools to have come here. This was suppose to be a city wide explosion within a few months time, but oh well. I got the person that I needed to anyways."
The scientist walking over to Yangcong and towering over his body as he smacked him across the face with his metal cane.
"You saiyans are all the same. I'm glad that I was able to put an end to one of the strongest saiyans I know."
The scientist had lifted up his metal cane to the air, revealing it to be a sword now and attempting to strike Yangcong in the chest. Moving to his defense and taking the hit would be Persik. Persik's blood had been splattered over Yangcong's face.
"I won't ever let you lay a hand on my master! YOU TUFFLE SCUM!"
Yangcong's eyes had widen.
"Persik, you fool. I have always instilled you in the values of the next generation. You should live on and let us old saiyans die out before you."
"You taught me something Yangcong, no matter who you are and what your status is in this world. Royal or not, You have value like anyone else."
Persik grabbing the collar of this tuffle scientist and screaming.
"You will always be my master!"
Persik had put up a ki barrier between him and the scientist only, exploding himself with the scientist.
"YOU STUPID LITTLE SAIYAN BRAT."
The scientist could only scream in agony as the explosion took place. Yangcong was surrounded by the smoke and as it cleared, the tuffle scientist was blown back and laying against the machines that he had worked so hard on.
"I can't believe, I let a snout nose brat...."
The scientist had died and Yangcong headed back to the barracks with Persik's body.
Flashback
Yangcong had been training for quite sometime by himself, Persik joining along side him as he was hitting the punching bag.
"Master can I ask you something?"
"What is it Persik?"
"Why do Royals tend to dictate what the world is and how come others have to follow their way?"
"I would have agreed with you if I was born in a House only. Living your life in a House has taught you this way of life. But the Military side is different. A royal status doesn't matter, you fight for one goal in mind. To fight for anyone whose royalty or not. Your life matters as much as the next. This is why I joined. Someday, you will better understand."
Yangcong was now in the gravesites, looking at Persik's grave, Trava's grave, and standing next to him would be Malina.
"Master I should have been there with you! I had other assignments to do. It's my fault!"
Yangcong patted her back.
"Don't blame yourself. Persik was always confident in his ability to best others. If you need anything Malina, just let me know."
She looked to their graves and then up at Yangcong.
"Will you train me to become as strong as you."
"I thought you wanted to live your life as a guard for the Capital."
"I changed my mind! Please Master..."
Yangcong looked at her, wanting to protect his student he agreed to train her.
Some years had passed, now Malina was a strong and powerful Lt for the Saiyan Military. Yangcong, who was living his life as a retired spy, enjoyed the luxuries as a retired man. As he casually drank his tea instead of his days drinking booze, the old man calmly enjoyed nature and the birds that chirped around his presence. About that time, a knock had come to his door. Yangcong had looked to the door and shouted.
"Come in!"
The door had opened and it was Malina, who was much older and holding a present for him. She walked over to him and smiled.
"Happy Birthday Master!"
Yangcong chuckled and offered her a seat as he gestured it over to her.
"Ah, I wasn't expecting you to be here. Weren't you going to be on a mission with Garrick?"
She looked to him with a joyful smile.
"It won't be until a few hours from now."
"Well, I'm glad that you will be working with him. He's a strong fighter you know."
"Open the present that I got you."
Yangcong had opened the present, and it was a picture of her and him receiving a medal together.
"Ah, we had received this years ago. I can't remember what the mission was?"
Yangcong had remembered, but he wanted to hear it from his student.
"I can't believe you forgot! We had stopped the tuffles assault on a small village!"
"Ah that's right, how could I forget."
Malina had got up and hugged Yangcong.
"Now go enjoy your birthday with some friends. Don't be out here all alone!"
"Alright alright, I promise I will."
She had said her goodbyes and left. Yangcong instead of taking her advise, had slept in for the afternoon. As he woke up, soldiers were panicking left and right and one of them found his way to Yangcong. Out of breath and bursting through his door, Yangcong had gotten up from his chair that he was sleeping in.
"Yangcong come quick! It's urgent!"
Yangcong had arrived to the council table and one of the officer looking at him with a sadden look.
"Yangcong, we have some grave news to tell you. Garrick and Malina... there were ambushed while on their mission."
Yangcong's world had froze, he had dropped his cane and had collapsed to the ground. Rushed to the hospital, he had woken up in steady condition. The officer who had given him the news, had remained there. He got up from his chair and Yangcong had remembered how he got there.
"Do you have any suspects?"
The officer shook his head no.
"So far no one."
"Any survivors?"
"None so far."
Yangcong had looked depressed and a few hours later, he was at the gravestones of Malina and now Garrick.
"You were my closest friend. I promise you that I will take care of Amara..."
Yangcong left flowers at his grave, he had walked over to Malina's and leaving her flowers as well.
"You were the most passionate and carefree saiyan that I know..."
After leaving the gravesite, he left his retirement behind and left the military. If they couldn't find the ones responsible, he would enter the criminal culture and find out who was behind all of this.
The one year of retirement had truly been unkind for him. Yangcong had founded himself in the grim slums of a bar full of criminals. After a year of searching, he had given up entirely. Searching for clues on who had killed Garrick had finally dawned on him and he had given it up. He had stopped his searched, stopped his cares, and ultimately, had to move on. The world didn't stop just because he had moved into retirement, in fact he had to be on guard 24/7. A big and bulky looking alien had approached him from behind. With a cocked smirk and a heavy breathing appearance, Yangcong had looked over his shoulder and revealing his 'injured' state to the man and wearing a cast on his arm.
"You know for a wanted man whose killed over three Houses Lords. You really don't know how to stay low do you?"
Yangcong had turned his back from the man and continued to drink his whisky.
"You don't want these problems."
The man had pulled out his scimitar from his waistband and slightly raised it just above his head.
"Your worth millions. A fortune that I can't passed by."
After attempting to cut him down, Yangcong had blurred from his position and bashing the glass of whisky over the man's head from behind. Causing him to collapse to the ground and dropping his sword on the ground.
"I even had my back turned and you failed to execute me."
The man had struggled to get up and finally threw himself on his back as he had blood leaking from his head and one eye closed as he looked up at Yangcong.
"You know for an injured man, you sure are dangerous."
He had let out a smirk and revealed his right bandaged arm that appeared to be broken.
"Sadly, this trick has saved my life more times than I could count."
The man had closed his eyes and smirked.
"Hehe, I must be the fool. They warned me not to go after you alone. Now I know what they meant."
The assassin was executed and Yangcong had found himself back on the bar stool. The bartender didn't bat an eye or a comment, and Yangcong had slide the man a hundred to call it even. The bartender had accepted it and went about his business after giving Yangcong a fresh glass of whisky as a replacement. Yangcong hadn't noticed before, but at the edge of the bar which was three stool down, there was a distinct man with shades on and fixed proper pink hair.
"Ya got some skills, old man. I like what I'm seeing."
Yangcong had shifted his eyes towards the man.
"Who wants to know?"
Derry had smirked and slid the man's wanted flier at him. Yangcong had taken a look at it and looked back at the man.
"Seems ya got quite a trail leading towards ya. Well, how 'bout I give ya a way out. Derrick Ottoy of the Dirty Snakes. We practically run the criminal underworld 'roud these parts."
This had peaked Yangcong's interest as he raised a brow.
"I was once a spy for several Houses and even the Saiyan military. I don't think I would be suited to help you."
Derry had lit his cigarette and smoke soon exhaled from his mouth.
"Well, I always have uses for spies, but I'm personally more interested in gettin' ya outta your comfort zone. I was thinkin'... an enforcer."
Normally Yangcong wouldn't give someone like this the time of day, however, his strength was slightly greater than his own. Whoever this human was, Yangcong was in mere shock that he had this much strength in him.
"I'm willing to join your organization, though you are going to have to beat me in a fight."
It wouldn't take long, and after a few seconds, Yangcong was thrown to the ground, unfortunately his previous injuries hasn't healed even after so many years had passed. Derry had brought his hand forward to raise Yangcong up from the ground.
"Well old man, what do ya say?"
Yangcong had smirked, and three years later had passed since he has been in the organization.
Yangcong kept the casino bars running 24/7 in order to increase the cash flow going, though it also meant more security was needed in order to combat the troublemakers that tended to lurk during night hours. He kept his pose straight and his hand firm against his cane that 'aided' his movements. They always say you tend to go back towards your training even when you're out. His days as living as a spy was over with, but his methods have stayed the same. Never give the enemy a foothold and as a tuffle, he had to use it for his advantage. As he stood over the balcony of the overcrowded partying that was happening below him, one of his guards had stood beside him now.
"We have him."
Yangcong shifted his eyes towards the guard and kept his wine glass in hand as he proceeded to the basement of the casino. Tied up to a metal chair with ki rope, was a saiyan that was badly beaten and covered with blood from his mouth that was running like a river bank. Yangcong towered over the saiyan and kept his arms to his back. The saiyan looked at him and simply shook his head.
"Yangcong!?"
Yangcong's gray saiyan tail had swayed back and forward.
"That's right."
"You entered retirement and now serving the Dirty Snakes?! Why would you betray the saiyan military?"
Yangcong had slowly taken off his jacket, then had removed his undershirt to reveal his chest.
"Serving the military taught me a valuable lesson. No matter if it's Serving a House or in the Corp. When it comes to deaths. Investigations are dropped with no leads."
"I can help you Yangcong. You don't have to do any of this! I can get you the dragon balls!"
"Ah yes, those mystical balls. Sadly they are hard to come by and all over the universe so I have heard. You have entered my place of business and taught you could muscle this territory. Just know that, you saiyans won't be conquering no more."
The saiyan tried to spit at Yangcong, only for him to vanish and slice the man's head off with his cane sword. Sheathing it back into place and having a little bit of blood on his chest, he looked to his men.
"Turn the body to ashes and fetch me the most expensive bottle of wine we have got. I'm going to go to my private estate and call it a night."
Yangcong putting his clothes back on after wiping the blood.
Flashback
Yangcong stood beside Garrick and shook his hand, the operation of destroying two Houses that would have posed a great danger to the saiyan military at the time was now wiped out from existence. Yangcong had received the medal and after their departure from one another, Yangcong was now walking the halls of the military base and one after another started to clap their hands as he took in the glory. It wouldn't be long until he found himself at a celebration party which was meant for him and the other soldiers that participated in the takedown. Even though soldiers were present, a few House members were there and pissed. As Yangcong drank his fine wine and leaned against a wall, two royal House members had shown up beside him.
"You must be excited for the victory of destroying two Houses."
The other had chimed in.
"Lordslayer, do you like that title that many have given you over the years?"
Yangcong had stared down these two House members and squinted his eyes.
"It's not a title I ever wanted."
"And yet you have killed three Lords of their own Houses. and one of them you served as a right hand. Looking at your armor, it doesn't even have a scratch. Seems like you have chosen your opponents wisely then."
"I have an act for it."
The two of them were about to invite him outside, until Garrick had shown up with his ale of choice.
"I hope we don't have a problem here? I hope you gentlemen of your respective Houses came to congratulate him?"
They looked at Garrick in disgust and noticed his power level had far exceeded the both of theirs and not wanting to cause an incident with a Commander, they promptly left. Garrick looked to Yangcong with a smirk.
"Don't let them get inside your head. You served your military well."
Yangcong looked at Garrick and smirked.
"House members will always have a grudge against what the military does, specially when it involves other Houses."
"I'm not worried about them. We will always trump against any House that stands in our way. Enjoy the party."
Garrick had lightly patted Yangcong's shoulder and was off. Yangcong continued to stay against the wall and drinking his fine wine. About that time, an officer had approached the microphone which was on a high end platform.
"Yangcong, come to the stage please."
Yangcong was rather confused and headed towards the stage as the officer whispered into his ear before he came onto the platform.
"Just make a quick and short speech about the victory."
Yangcong always knew that when it came to big operations such as these, it meant that a speech would come after and since he was the key of the operation, it would make him the person who gave the speech. Yangcong had got up to the podium and cleared his throat.
"Thank you all for coming in attendants to this event. I am honored to serve under Commander Garrick. This operation was a crucial one which involved two Houses that are no longer here. Getting rid of these two Houses saved the military the resources and the man power that would have became chaotic if it wasn't for the brilliant mind of Commander Garrick. He's a great Commander and I am lucky to have served under him during my years here. Thank you all and good night."
The crowd started to cheer and as Yangcong walked off the stage, he heard his fellow soldiers chanting Lordslayer with the upmost respect and joy. Honoring the title instead of diminishing it. Yangcong had returned to his bedroom for the night, having the picture of him and Garrick standing next to each other shaking each others hand with Yangcong's medal around his neck. Yangcong sat on his bed, drinking down whisky and calling it a night.
Yangcong had been on the run for several days which had turned to years. The investigation of the Lord slayer for the Lord of House Joki was being investigated by a detective for the military. After being on the scene, several military soldiers had closed off the scene for anyone from House Joki to intervene. The detective kept his hand to his chin and slightly rubbed it with his index finger.
"You said the Lords right hand had done this?"
One of Joki's Lt was on scene and looked to the detective.
"That's right, his name is Yangcong Joki, but that isn't his birth name, it was a name he had acquired by joining the House."
The Detective knew that he had heard that name before and as the Lt handed his picture of him, the detective knew who he was.
"But he worked as a spy for our military. His power level was a measly 500. Why was he the right hand for the Lord?"
The Lt had looked to the detective and simply shrugged his shoulders.
"If I had to guess, it would have to be Yangcong's record in being in the military for so long and as a right hand, they were always together no matter what. As far as how strong Yangcong was, I never got to see the full extent of his power. It clearly was enough to take down the Lord."
The detective looked over at the baby that was next to him.
"And was this the Lords child?"
"No, that was Yangcong's."
"This investigation will take sometime. We won't be closing off the House after all since the prime suspect has been identified. I will find out where he is."
Some days had passed and the detective giving Commander Garrick the latest report.
"We have possibly find out the whereabouts of Yangcong. The closest town to House Joki, was House Morkov. I believe that criminal swine might be helping him."
Garrick had read the report and turned his eyes to the detective.
"There will be no need to investigate this matter any longer. Close the case and move on."
The detective was in complete shock and wondered why.
"Yangcong serves as a spy for my squad. He has aided our military in the war efforts and I won't be sentencing him for a crime like this. We all knew how that arrogant Lord was. Which is why we never gave him military power."
The detective nodded and walked away.
"I will close the investigation."
A few hours later had passed and the detective had told the Captain of that House that Yangcong was killed off.
Yangcong's body was a veritable patchwork of bandages. His right eye was wrapped shut, arm stilled in a sling, and a large oversized black cloak draped down the side of his body. Standing on the balcony of his own private quarters, the aging man took a long drink of his cheap beer - the same stock that Commander Garrick ever so rarely tapped into. Picking up the sounds of approaching footsteps from the hallway, he turned and settled a single hand on a hidden blade as the door opened, a generic Saiyan Soldier standing at attention.
"The ceremony is to begin, sir."
He melded into the crowd quite well. He was a plain looking man after all, and aside from the obvious injuries Yangcong was not out of place in the slightest. It didn't take terribly long for a large imposing Saiyan to settle next to him clad in white-red armor.
"Not quite an event I'd think to see you at, Yangcong."
The voice belonged to Garrick of course, the man dressed in his 'formal' armor, carrying a nondescript can of Vegetan ale which he sipped at irregularly. Yangcong nodded, silent for a moment as the ceremony went on.
"I'm retiring from being a spy."
Garrick hummed, scratching his chin for a moment but looking not all that surprised.
"Well you've earned it. Your age finally catching up or is it the injuries?"
Yangcong shook his head lightly.
"No, I'd rather spend my remaining time training the next generation of warriors and actually devote myself to serving our military with pride rather than skulking about in the pretense of serving some stuffy nobles directly."
Garrick laughed heartily.
"Well I certainly hope that last part doesn't apply to me, eh? ...Ah, but to tell you something. My wife is pregnant now."
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Yangcong gave his friend a genuine smile, sipping his own drink in return. Not much was known about the woman Garrick had been courting. Most considered her to be a simple concubine of sorts to pass the time before a man of his prestige found a real match in royalty to settle down with. Yet even to Yangcong, she was a mystery.
"Congratulations, I'm sure they will be strong and healthy."
The ceremony continued on, and soon enough Garrick would officially be given his birthright title of General. Such was the way of the Bloodthorne family.
"I'll see you later, Yangcong."
"Of course."
Garrick moved to the stage, the former spy slinking away from the proceedings towards his true destination for tonight - the graves of Saiyans with unrecovered bodies. He sighed, voice straining a bit as the man knelt before a certain headstone.
"Oh, my Yakone... You would have been five years old now."
The next phase had commence and three students was given a mentor saiyan. As the list got shorter and shorter, only three students were left due to their mentor Yangcong not being there. Malina, who was a red head pigtailed saiyan, started to fold her arms in frustration, the 18 year old was furious that everyone got to see their mentors right there and then, while they had to wait.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE?! EVERYONE ELSE HAD SHOWN UP ON TIME!"
The loud mouth reckless woman had fire in her, passion, so much so that she was considered the scariest of the group. Next came Persik, blue haired mohawk saiyan that looked like he didn't even want to be there in the first place and had an uncaring vibe about him. The last student was Trava, a saiyan who had circular glasses on and a bowl cut. He didn't look strong but out of the three of them, he was. Yangcong had finally shown up, the three of them looked at him with shock. Malina's jaw had slightly dropped with a crazy look on her face.
("This has to be a joke. We get an injured saiyan as our trainer!")
Persik had scratched the back of his head.
("If I had known that this would of been my trainer I would of said something to Garrick")
Trava had snout coming from his nose as he fixed his glasses at the center of his face.
"Hi there, my name is Trava."
Yangcong looked at him and then the other two.
"My name is Yangcong."
All three of their jaws had dropped.
Malina had quickly rushed over to him and spotted the bandages covering his right eye. She stared at him face to face and spotted the hint of a red mark around his eye.
"It is you! You are the LordSlayer!"
Persik even though he had looked tough, he wasn't the smartest of the group.
"What the heck is a Lordslayer?"
Trava had stepped in, speaking in a nerdy type of tone.
"Well LordsSlayer, is a title someone is given when they have assassinated a Lord. Though if he has killed more, I wonder wh-"
Persik had covered Trava's mouth so that he didn't bore him to death. Persik had approach Yangcong and eyed him with a serious glare.
"Lordsslayer huh? You don't look that tough to me."
Yangcong had patted Malina's head and looked to the two others with a smirk.
"I have a special assignment for the three of ya! Meet me at the training grounds!"
Yangcong had vanished and the three of them headed down the hall towards the training grounds. Malina was jumping with joy, Persik had his arms behind his head, and Trava was looking up Yangcong record from his laptop. Malina looked to her partners and smiled.
"I can't believe we have been partner up with a legend!"
Persik wasn't impressed as he looked at her.
"Psh yea right! You kill one Lord and all of a sudden you are a hot shot! Just look at him! The old man barley even looks like he is forty."
Trava had looked to the two others, being on the opposite side of Persik.
"Actually to be more precise, Yangcong has killed three Lords"
Persik's eyes had darted towards Trava.
"WHAT! THAT MUST BE SOME TYPE OF JOKE, GIVE ME THAT!"
Persik had taken the laptop from Trava and began to read Yangcong's file.
"Says here that his rank is official titled spy."
Malina had scratched her head.
"So he isn't a traditional soldier then? That means we have the odds on our side! We were trained specifically in the academy to fight!"
The three of them had finally arrived to the training grounds and Yangcong was eating an apple.
"Your lesson of the day is to beat me. Beat me and I will make you three my students."
Persik had cracked his knuckles and his neck.
"Say less!"
Persik had rushed straight at him, cocking his right arm back and attempted to deck him in the face with a right hook. Yangcong had stepped backwards and smacked Persik's face with his wooden cane, causing him to fly straight into the wall near him. Malina wasn't going to be shown up and she immediately jumped high into the air and performed as series of pink blast from her hands and tried to volley him with a barrage of them. Yangcong had slammed his cane to the ground, causing a red ki barrier to form in the process and protecting him from her attack. Trava on the other hand stood there terrified. Yangcong sending a straight ki blast at Trava, causing him to fly back and knock out in the process. This had surprised Yangcong since he didn't even put effort into it.
"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU OLD MAN!"
Persik had came back and performed a barrage of fist straight at Yangcong, Yangcong using one arm to block all of his barrages as he kept walking backwards. Meanwhile Malina joined her partner and tried to kick him from the back. Yangcong had vanished and the both of them had impacted the other. Frustrated, Persik yelled at his teammate.
"WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING YOU IDIOT!"
"WHO YOU CALLING AN IDIOT YOU MOHAWK BLUE HAIR HEADED FREAK!"
"I'M THE FREAK? LOOK AT YOUR RED HAIR WHAT SAIYAN HAS RED HAIR!"
As much as Malina wanted to kill him, she had to calm herself. She locked his head into a headlock.
"Yes and their latest technology is called the 'Fuma Flame Project' Published by a famous tuffle scientist! Dr Zub!"
Persik had raised a brow as he fixed his messy hair.
"The Fuma what now?"
Yangcong had chipped in as he let out a confident smirk.
"The Fuma Flame Project was the only project that was allowed and accepted in one of the smaller cities that is run by tuffles. The others rejected it due to its destructive behavior."
Persik was now confused as he scratch his head.
"Now that doesn't make sense, why would we saiyans reject that?"
Yangcong looked too Persik with a stern look.
"The reason why we rejected it is because it can perform a mass genocide without a seconds notice. And with how things have been lately with the tuffles and the saiyans, it wouldn't be wise to allow it now."
As they continued to travel through the forrest, Yangcong had felt the presence of another being. He stepped ahead of the three and brought his arm in front of them to halt their movement. The four of them looked around and several ki blades were sent directly at Malina from behind. Yangcong was quick to throw himself in front of the blades as he grunted in frustration.
"Someone is out there, perform the formation that I have taught you three."
They each nodded, Malina hid herself in the trees in a crouch position, Persik had stood at the center of the forrest, and Trava throwing smoke all around them. The enemy had detected Persik at the center and went for him, a giant size tuffle with a large arm cannon as a replacement. He attempted to hurl it straight at Persik who immediately jumped out of the way. Pink ki blast were then coming straight from the back of the giant size tuffle and impacting his back severely as Malina was giving it all that she got. As the smoke cleared, Persik coming out and sending a straight barrage of fist at the tuffle who was struggling to keep up with his destructive and wild behavior. Trava coming from behind the tuffle and sending a straight volt of electricity straight through his entire back, causing him to collapse to the ground and knock out in the process.
Yangcong was impressed and clapped his hands at the three of them as they towered over the body.
"Excellent work my students."
Persik had crouched to the tuffle and looked up at Yangcong.
"Just what the hell is this? A tuffle?"
Yangcong looked to the gigantic man and had a serious look on his face.
"I am not sure yet."
Soon after, the gigantic man had awakened and was tied up to a tree.
"What the?"
Yangcong stepped forward and looked to the man and tapped his cane on the ground to get his attention to focus on him only.
"Where are you from tuffle?"
The gigantic man looked to him and had laughed.
"You must be Yangcong! I am so glad I get to meet the man who killed so many important people! You have no idea how much of a bounty the tuffles have on you!"
Yangcong looked at him with his head slightly upward, staring down at this tuffle with a curious stare. The three students looked at Yangcong, wondering what more has he done in his past.
Flashback
"Tell me Garrick, did you know Trava is a bio android with Yakone's DNA?."
Garrick had no response to that, he was more shocked hearing this for the first time.
"I really don't know what's going on. But if he has Yakone's DNA that must mean he's probably five years of age and slipped himself into the academy. I can remove him as your student and we can conduct an investigation on him."
"No, I will continue to be his teacher. I will continue to watch over him."
Garrick had accepted it, leaving Yangcong to his own devices. Meanwhile Yangcong looked through his photo album with his past colleagues and spotted a tuffle scientist who had went rogue years ago and who had a grudge over Yangcong for a long time.
After interrogating the gigantic tuffle, Yangcong found himself back in his barracks after the mission. He headed towards the last known work station that the tuffle scientist had done. After searching through it, it lead him to several other names and location. After doing more research and interrogation work, he finally found the location of the scientist. Bursting through the doors of his underground laboratory, the tuffle scientist was in shock that he was founded.
"How did you find me?!"
"It took several months, but I was able to find you."
"I wasn't expecting to use project Fuma Flame. But oh well."
Coming from the shadows, would be Trava who would be directly mind controlled by the scientist.
"Trava, what the hell are you doing here?"
The scientist smirked and held a remote in his hand.
"Do you really think you would have gotten away with what you have done? Killing the Lord of House Morkov? Because of you, my research was put on hold. He helped us criminals escape the Military."
"How did you get my son's DNA?"
"Ah, so you know. I always kept tabs on you in House Joki, but when I found out what you did. I went over there myself. Everyone always knew the strength that you had. As a spy it wasn't normal. When you escaped Joki, that is when I had lost track of you. Until that incident you pulled. So I decided to create this bio android and made the necessary arrangements for him to come into your care."
Flashback
Trava and Yangcong training weeks on end. Trava being so tired, he finally looked up at Yangcong while being exhausted.
"Can I ask you something Yangcong?"
"What is it?"
"I found out recently that everyone that is around me isn't my same age. I also notice that I am the only student that you train more with. I'm wondering, why?"
Yangcong sighed to himself, as he held onto his cane for support.
"It's no secret that you know what happened that night. My son had perished that day and you have his blood within you. Its the closest thing that I have to..."
"I see...but Yangcong I don't have your family name."
"You wouldn't want to be named Joki, the Lord was known to be an extremist. You may not have my name, but you have my blood. Never forget that. A name can change, but not ones blood. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you how to properly defend yourself."
The scenery was now back to the scientist tuffle and Trava who was slowly making his way towards Yangcong.
"You trained the boy everything he knows. It's only fitting that you died by him!"
The button was pressed, and the boy went wild, rushing towards Yangcong and the both of them clashing against one another. About that time, Persik had arrived on scene and looking at the conflict, he joined in Yangcong side aiding him against Trava.
"What the hell is going on Master?"
Yangcong looked to Persik being shocked that he was here.
"He's being mind controlled by the remote that the scientist has."
Persik flying straight towards the scientist.
"I will take care of that tuffle brat!"
Yangcong reaching his hand in an attempt to grab Persik, only failing as his face got hit with Trava's right hook.
"No wait!"
The tuffle scientist smirking and clicking on the remote.
"Welcome to Project Fuma Flame boy!"
Trava's body had began to ignite into a red glow and finally, a ki explosion had taken place. Sacrificing the boy and heavily injuring Persik in the process, along with Yangcong. The smoke had cleared and the scientist had remained uninjured by the blast.
"You both are fools to have come here. This was suppose to be a city wide explosion within a few months time, but oh well. I got the person that I needed to anyways."
The scientist walking over to Yangcong and towering over his body as he smacked him across the face with his metal cane.
"You saiyans are all the same. I'm glad that I was able to put an end to one of the strongest saiyans I know."
The scientist had lifted up his metal cane to the air, revealing it to be a sword now and attempting to strike Yangcong in the chest. Moving to his defense and taking the hit would be Persik. Persik's blood had been splattered over Yangcong's face.
"I won't ever let you lay a hand on my master! YOU TUFFLE SCUM!"
Yangcong's eyes had widen.
"Persik, you fool. I have always instilled you in the values of the next generation. You should live on and let us old saiyans die out before you."
"You taught me something Yangcong, no matter who you are and what your status is in this world. Royal or not, You have value like anyone else."
Persik grabbing the collar of this tuffle scientist and screaming.
"You will always be my master!"
Persik had put up a ki barrier between him and the scientist only, exploding himself with the scientist.
"YOU STUPID LITTLE SAIYAN BRAT."
The scientist could only scream in agony as the explosion took place. Yangcong was surrounded by the smoke and as it cleared, the tuffle scientist was blown back and laying against the machines that he had worked so hard on.
"I can't believe, I let a snout nose brat...."
The scientist had died and Yangcong headed back to the barracks with Persik's body.
Flashback
Yangcong had been training for quite sometime by himself, Persik joining along side him as he was hitting the punching bag.
"Master can I ask you something?"
"What is it Persik?"
"Why do Royals tend to dictate what the world is and how come others have to follow their way?"
"I would have agreed with you if I was born in a House only. Living your life in a House has taught you this way of life. But the Military side is different. A royal status doesn't matter, you fight for one goal in mind. To fight for anyone whose royalty or not. Your life matters as much as the next. This is why I joined. Someday, you will better understand."
Yangcong was now in the gravesites, looking at Persik's grave, Trava's grave, and standing next to him would be Malina.
"Master I should have been there with you! I had other assignments to do. It's my fault!"
Yangcong patted her back.
"Don't blame yourself. Persik was always confident in his ability to best others. If you need anything Malina, just let me know."
She looked to their graves and then up at Yangcong.
"Will you train me to become as strong as you."
"I thought you wanted to live your life as a guard for the Capital."
"I changed my mind! Please Master..."
Yangcong looked at her, wanting to protect his student he agreed to train her.
Some years had passed, now Malina was a strong and powerful Lt for the Saiyan Military. Yangcong, who was living his life as a retired spy, enjoyed the luxuries as a retired man. As he casually drank his tea instead of his days drinking booze, the old man calmly enjoyed nature and the birds that chirped around his presence. About that time, a knock had come to his door. Yangcong had looked to the door and shouted.
"Come in!"
The door had opened and it was Malina, who was much older and holding a present for him. She walked over to him and smiled.
"Happy Birthday Master!"
Yangcong chuckled and offered her a seat as he gestured it over to her.
"Ah, I wasn't expecting you to be here. Weren't you going to be on a mission with Garrick?"
She looked to him with a joyful smile.
"It won't be until a few hours from now."
"Well, I'm glad that you will be working with him. He's a strong fighter you know."
"Open the present that I got you."
Yangcong had opened the present, and it was a picture of her and him receiving a medal together.
"Ah, we had received this years ago. I can't remember what the mission was?"
Yangcong had remembered, but he wanted to hear it from his student.
"I can't believe you forgot! We had stopped the tuffles assault on a small village!"
"Ah that's right, how could I forget."
Malina had got up and hugged Yangcong.
"Now go enjoy your birthday with some friends. Don't be out here all alone!"
"Alright alright, I promise I will."
She had said her goodbyes and left. Yangcong instead of taking her advise, had slept in for the afternoon. As he woke up, soldiers were panicking left and right and one of them found his way to Yangcong. Out of breath and bursting through his door, Yangcong had gotten up from his chair that he was sleeping in.
"Yangcong come quick! It's urgent!"
Yangcong had arrived to the council table and one of the officer looking at him with a sadden look.
"Yangcong, we have some grave news to tell you. Garrick and Malina... there were ambushed while on their mission."
Yangcong's world had froze, he had dropped his cane and had collapsed to the ground. Rushed to the hospital, he had woken up in steady condition. The officer who had given him the news, had remained there. He got up from his chair and Yangcong had remembered how he got there.
"Do you have any suspects?"
The officer shook his head no.
"So far no one."
"Any survivors?"
"None so far."
Yangcong had looked depressed and a few hours later, he was at the gravestones of Malina and now Garrick.
"You were my closest friend. I promise you that I will take care of Amara..."
Yangcong left flowers at his grave, he had walked over to Malina's and leaving her flowers as well.
"You were the most passionate and carefree saiyan that I know..."
After leaving the gravesite, he left his retirement behind and left the military. If they couldn't find the ones responsible, he would enter the criminal culture and find out who was behind all of this.
The one year of retirement had truly been unkind for him. Yangcong had founded himself in the grim slums of a bar full of criminals. After a year of searching, he had given up entirely. Searching for clues on who had killed Garrick had finally dawned on him and he had given it up. He had stopped his searched, stopped his cares, and ultimately, had to move on. The world didn't stop just because he had moved into retirement, in fact he had to be on guard 24/7. A big and bulky looking alien had approached him from behind. With a cocked smirk and a heavy breathing appearance, Yangcong had looked over his shoulder and revealing his 'injured' state to the man and wearing a cast on his arm.
"You know for a wanted man whose killed over three Houses Lords. You really don't know how to stay low do you?"
Yangcong had turned his back from the man and continued to drink his whisky.
"You don't want these problems."
The man had pulled out his scimitar from his waistband and slightly raised it just above his head.
"Your worth millions. A fortune that I can't passed by."
After attempting to cut him down, Yangcong had blurred from his position and bashing the glass of whisky over the man's head from behind. Causing him to collapse to the ground and dropping his sword on the ground.
"I even had my back turned and you failed to execute me."
The man had struggled to get up and finally threw himself on his back as he had blood leaking from his head and one eye closed as he looked up at Yangcong.
"You know for an injured man, you sure are dangerous."
He had let out a smirk and revealed his right bandaged arm that appeared to be broken.
"Sadly, this trick has saved my life more times than I could count."
The man had closed his eyes and smirked.
"Hehe, I must be the fool. They warned me not to go after you alone. Now I know what they meant."
The assassin was executed and Yangcong had found himself back on the bar stool. The bartender didn't bat an eye or a comment, and Yangcong had slide the man a hundred to call it even. The bartender had accepted it and went about his business after giving Yangcong a fresh glass of whisky as a replacement. Yangcong hadn't noticed before, but at the edge of the bar which was three stool down, there was a distinct man with shades on and fixed proper pink hair.
"Ya got some skills, old man. I like what I'm seeing."
Yangcong had shifted his eyes towards the man.
"Who wants to know?"
Derry had smirked and slid the man's wanted flier at him. Yangcong had taken a look at it and looked back at the man.
"Seems ya got quite a trail leading towards ya. Well, how 'bout I give ya a way out. Derrick Ottoy of the Dirty Snakes. We practically run the criminal underworld 'roud these parts."
This had peaked Yangcong's interest as he raised a brow.
"I was once a spy for several Houses and even the Saiyan military. I don't think I would be suited to help you."
Derry had lit his cigarette and smoke soon exhaled from his mouth.
"Well, I always have uses for spies, but I'm personally more interested in gettin' ya outta your comfort zone. I was thinkin'... an enforcer."
Normally Yangcong wouldn't give someone like this the time of day, however, his strength was slightly greater than his own. Whoever this human was, Yangcong was in mere shock that he had this much strength in him.
"I'm willing to join your organization, though you are going to have to beat me in a fight."
It wouldn't take long, and after a few seconds, Yangcong was thrown to the ground, unfortunately his previous injuries hasn't healed even after so many years had passed. Derry had brought his hand forward to raise Yangcong up from the ground.
"Well old man, what do ya say?"
Yangcong had smirked, and three years later had passed since he has been in the organization.
Yangcong kept the casino bars running 24/7 in order to increase the cash flow going, though it also meant more security was needed in order to combat the troublemakers that tended to lurk during night hours. He kept his pose straight and his hand firm against his cane that 'aided' his movements. They always say you tend to go back towards your training even when you're out. His days as living as a spy was over with, but his methods have stayed the same. Never give the enemy a foothold and as a tuffle, he had to use it for his advantage. As he stood over the balcony of the overcrowded partying that was happening below him, one of his guards had stood beside him now.
"We have him."
Yangcong shifted his eyes towards the guard and kept his wine glass in hand as he proceeded to the basement of the casino. Tied up to a metal chair with ki rope, was a saiyan that was badly beaten and covered with blood from his mouth that was running like a river bank. Yangcong towered over the saiyan and kept his arms to his back. The saiyan looked at him and simply shook his head.
"Yangcong!?"
Yangcong's gray saiyan tail had swayed back and forward.
"That's right."
"You entered retirement and now serving the Dirty Snakes?! Why would you betray the saiyan military?"
Yangcong had slowly taken off his jacket, then had removed his undershirt to reveal his chest.
"Serving the military taught me a valuable lesson. No matter if it's Serving a House or in the Corp. When it comes to deaths. Investigations are dropped with no leads."
"I can help you Yangcong. You don't have to do any of this! I can get you the dragon balls!"
"Ah yes, those mystical balls. Sadly they are hard to come by and all over the universe so I have heard. You have entered my place of business and taught you could muscle this territory. Just know that, you saiyans won't be conquering no more."
The saiyan tried to spit at Yangcong, only for him to vanish and slice the man's head off with his cane sword. Sheathing it back into place and having a little bit of blood on his chest, he looked to his men.
"Turn the body to ashes and fetch me the most expensive bottle of wine we have got. I'm going to go to my private estate and call it a night."
Yangcong putting his clothes back on after wiping the blood.
Flashback
Yangcong stood beside Garrick and shook his hand, the operation of destroying two Houses that would have posed a great danger to the saiyan military at the time was now wiped out from existence. Yangcong had received the medal and after their departure from one another, Yangcong was now walking the halls of the military base and one after another started to clap their hands as he took in the glory. It wouldn't be long until he found himself at a celebration party which was meant for him and the other soldiers that participated in the takedown. Even though soldiers were present, a few House members were there and pissed. As Yangcong drank his fine wine and leaned against a wall, two royal House members had shown up beside him.
"You must be excited for the victory of destroying two Houses."
The other had chimed in.
"Lordslayer, do you like that title that many have given you over the years?"
Yangcong had stared down these two House members and squinted his eyes.
"It's not a title I ever wanted."
"And yet you have killed three Lords of their own Houses. and one of them you served as a right hand. Looking at your armor, it doesn't even have a scratch. Seems like you have chosen your opponents wisely then."
"I have an act for it."
The two of them were about to invite him outside, until Garrick had shown up with his ale of choice.
"I hope we don't have a problem here? I hope you gentlemen of your respective Houses came to congratulate him?"
They looked at Garrick in disgust and noticed his power level had far exceeded the both of theirs and not wanting to cause an incident with a Commander, they promptly left. Garrick looked to Yangcong with a smirk.
"Don't let them get inside your head. You served your military well."
Yangcong looked at Garrick and smirked.
"House members will always have a grudge against what the military does, specially when it involves other Houses."
"I'm not worried about them. We will always trump against any House that stands in our way. Enjoy the party."
Garrick had lightly patted Yangcong's shoulder and was off. Yangcong continued to stay against the wall and drinking his fine wine. About that time, an officer had approached the microphone which was on a high end platform.
"Yangcong, come to the stage please."
Yangcong was rather confused and headed towards the stage as the officer whispered into his ear before he came onto the platform.
"Just make a quick and short speech about the victory."
Yangcong always knew that when it came to big operations such as these, it meant that a speech would come after and since he was the key of the operation, it would make him the person who gave the speech. Yangcong had got up to the podium and cleared his throat.
"Thank you all for coming in attendants to this event. I am honored to serve under Commander Garrick. This operation was a crucial one which involved two Houses that are no longer here. Getting rid of these two Houses saved the military the resources and the man power that would have became chaotic if it wasn't for the brilliant mind of Commander Garrick. He's a great Commander and I am lucky to have served under him during my years here. Thank you all and good night."
The crowd started to cheer and as Yangcong walked off the stage, he heard his fellow soldiers chanting Lordslayer with the upmost respect and joy. Honoring the title instead of diminishing it. Yangcong had returned to his bedroom for the night, having the picture of him and Garrick standing next to each other shaking each others hand with Yangcong's medal around his neck. Yangcong sat on his bed, drinking down whisky and calling it a night.
Yangcong had been on the run for several days which had turned to years. The investigation of the Lord slayer for the Lord of House Joki was being investigated by a detective for the military. After being on the scene, several military soldiers had closed off the scene for anyone from House Joki to intervene. The detective kept his hand to his chin and slightly rubbed it with his index finger.
"You said the Lords right hand had done this?"
One of Joki's Lt was on scene and looked to the detective.
"That's right, his name is Yangcong Joki, but that isn't his birth name, it was a name he had acquired by joining the House."
The Detective knew that he had heard that name before and as the Lt handed his picture of him, the detective knew who he was.
"But he worked as a spy for our military. His power level was a measly 500. Why was he the right hand for the Lord?"
The Lt had looked to the detective and simply shrugged his shoulders.
"If I had to guess, it would have to be Yangcong's record in being in the military for so long and as a right hand, they were always together no matter what. As far as how strong Yangcong was, I never got to see the full extent of his power. It clearly was enough to take down the Lord."
The detective looked over at the baby that was next to him.
"And was this the Lords child?"
"No, that was Yangcong's."
"This investigation will take sometime. We won't be closing off the House after all since the prime suspect has been identified. I will find out where he is."
Some days had passed and the detective giving Commander Garrick the latest report.
"We have possibly find out the whereabouts of Yangcong. The closest town to House Joki, was House Morkov. I believe that criminal swine might be helping him."
Garrick had read the report and turned his eyes to the detective.
"There will be no need to investigate this matter any longer. Close the case and move on."
The detective was in complete shock and wondered why.
"Yangcong serves as a spy for my squad. He has aided our military in the war efforts and I won't be sentencing him for a crime like this. We all knew how that arrogant Lord was. Which is why we never gave him military power."
The detective nodded and walked away.
"I will close the investigation."
A few hours later had passed and the detective had told the Captain of that House that Yangcong was killed off.
Yangcong's body was a veritable patchwork of bandages. His right eye was wrapped shut, arm stilled in a sling, and a large oversized black cloak draped down the side of his body. Standing on the balcony of his own private quarters, the aging man took a long drink of his cheap beer - the same stock that Commander Garrick ever so rarely tapped into. Picking up the sounds of approaching footsteps from the hallway, he turned and settled a single hand on a hidden blade as the door opened, a generic Saiyan Soldier standing at attention.
"The ceremony is to begin, sir."
He melded into the crowd quite well. He was a plain looking man after all, and aside from the obvious injuries Yangcong was not out of place in the slightest. It didn't take terribly long for a large imposing Saiyan to settle next to him clad in white-red armor.
"Not quite an event I'd think to see you at, Yangcong."
The voice belonged to Garrick of course, the man dressed in his 'formal' armor, carrying a nondescript can of Vegetan ale which he sipped at irregularly. Yangcong nodded, silent for a moment as the ceremony went on.
"I'm retiring from being a spy."
Garrick hummed, scratching his chin for a moment but looking not all that surprised.
"Well you've earned it. Your age finally catching up or is it the injuries?"
Yangcong shook his head lightly.
"No, I'd rather spend my remaining time training the next generation of warriors and actually devote myself to serving our military with pride rather than skulking about in the pretense of serving some stuffy nobles directly."
Garrick laughed heartily.
"Well I certainly hope that last part doesn't apply to me, eh? ...Ah, but to tell you something. My wife is pregnant now."
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Yangcong gave his friend a genuine smile, sipping his own drink in return. Not much was known about the woman Garrick had been courting. Most considered her to be a simple concubine of sorts to pass the time before a man of his prestige found a real match in royalty to settle down with. Yet even to Yangcong, she was a mystery.
"Congratulations, I'm sure they will be strong and healthy."
The ceremony continued on, and soon enough Garrick would officially be given his birthright title of General. Such was the way of the Bloodthorne family.
"I'll see you later, Yangcong."
"Of course."
Garrick moved to the stage, the former spy slinking away from the proceedings towards his true destination for tonight - the graves of Saiyans with unrecovered bodies. He sighed, voice straining a bit as the man knelt before a certain headstone.
"Oh, my Yakone... You would have been five years old now."
The next phase had commence and three students was given a mentor saiyan. As the list got shorter and shorter, only three students were left due to their mentor Yangcong not being there. Malina, who was a red head pigtailed saiyan, started to fold her arms in frustration, the 18 year old was furious that everyone got to see their mentors right there and then, while they had to wait.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE?! EVERYONE ELSE HAD SHOWN UP ON TIME!"
The loud mouth reckless woman had fire in her, passion, so much so that she was considered the scariest of the group. Next came Persik, blue haired mohawk saiyan that looked like he didn't even want to be there in the first place and had an uncaring vibe about him. The last student was Trava, a saiyan who had circular glasses on and a bowl cut. He didn't look strong but out of the three of them, he was. Yangcong had finally shown up, the three of them looked at him with shock. Malina's jaw had slightly dropped with a crazy look on her face.
("This has to be a joke. We get an injured saiyan as our trainer!")
Persik had scratched the back of his head.
("If I had known that this would of been my trainer I would of said something to Garrick")
Trava had snout coming from his nose as he fixed his glasses at the center of his face.
"Hi there, my name is Trava."
Yangcong looked at him and then the other two.
"My name is Yangcong."
All three of their jaws had dropped.
Malina had quickly rushed over to him and spotted the bandages covering his right eye. She stared at him face to face and spotted the hint of a red mark around his eye.
"It is you! You are the LordSlayer!"
Persik even though he had looked tough, he wasn't the smartest of the group.
"What the heck is a Lordslayer?"
Trava had stepped in, speaking in a nerdy type of tone.
"Well LordsSlayer, is a title someone is given when they have assassinated a Lord. Though if he has killed more, I wonder wh-"
Persik had covered Trava's mouth so that he didn't bore him to death. Persik had approach Yangcong and eyed him with a serious glare.
"Lordsslayer huh? You don't look that tough to me."
Yangcong had patted Malina's head and looked to the two others with a smirk.
"I have a special assignment for the three of ya! Meet me at the training grounds!"
Yangcong had vanished and the three of them headed down the hall towards the training grounds. Malina was jumping with joy, Persik had his arms behind his head, and Trava was looking up Yangcong record from his laptop. Malina looked to her partners and smiled.
"I can't believe we have been partner up with a legend!"
Persik wasn't impressed as he looked at her.
"Psh yea right! You kill one Lord and all of a sudden you are a hot shot! Just look at him! The old man barley even looks like he is forty."
Trava had looked to the two others, being on the opposite side of Persik.
"Actually to be more precise, Yangcong has killed three Lords"
Persik's eyes had darted towards Trava.
"WHAT! THAT MUST BE SOME TYPE OF JOKE, GIVE ME THAT!"
Persik had taken the laptop from Trava and began to read Yangcong's file.
"Says here that his rank is official titled spy."
Malina had scratched her head.
"So he isn't a traditional soldier then? That means we have the odds on our side! We were trained specifically in the academy to fight!"
The three of them had finally arrived to the training grounds and Yangcong was eating an apple.
"Your lesson of the day is to beat me. Beat me and I will make you three my students."
Persik had cracked his knuckles and his neck.
"Say less!"
Persik had rushed straight at him, cocking his right arm back and attempted to deck him in the face with a right hook. Yangcong had stepped backwards and smacked Persik's face with his wooden cane, causing him to fly straight into the wall near him. Malina wasn't going to be shown up and she immediately jumped high into the air and performed as series of pink blast from her hands and tried to volley him with a barrage of them. Yangcong had slammed his cane to the ground, causing a red ki barrier to form in the process and protecting him from her attack. Trava on the other hand stood there terrified. Yangcong sending a straight ki blast at Trava, causing him to fly back and knock out in the process. This had surprised Yangcong since he didn't even put effort into it.
"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU OLD MAN!"
Persik had came back and performed a barrage of fist straight at Yangcong, Yangcong using one arm to block all of his barrages as he kept walking backwards. Meanwhile Malina joined her partner and tried to kick him from the back. Yangcong had vanished and the both of them had impacted the other. Frustrated, Persik yelled at his teammate.
"WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING YOU IDIOT!"
"WHO YOU CALLING AN IDIOT YOU MOHAWK BLUE HAIR HEADED FREAK!"
"I'M THE FREAK? LOOK AT YOUR RED HAIR WHAT SAIYAN HAS RED HAIR!"
As much as Malina wanted to kill him, she had to calm herself. She locked his head into a headlock.