Making Waves [Invite] Apr 17, 2021 22:31:11 GMT -5
Post by Pracross on Apr 17, 2021 22:31:11 GMT -5
Pracross - Saiyan - 14,000 PL
6/6 KP - 0/6 MP - 0% - Base Form
So far, the World Tournament was proving to be everything Pracross had hoped it would be. While on Earth, Pracross had tried some of the best food he’d ever had in his entire life, met quite a few fighters, and was having some of the best fights he’d ever had in his entire life. It was probably the high point of his life, save for the fact he had no true sparring partners and no mentor. His whole purpose of coming and he had yet to see them through. At least the spars with strangers were the best he’d ever had. If only he could find them again… It would seem he’d need to refine his ki sensing to see farther.
Regardless of the recent events, Pracross had been going through the habit of burning ki until he was tapped empty. It was proving good for endurance, but the Saiyan was in dire need of testing that as well. In order to kill two birds with one stone, Pracross had headed for Earth’s ocean, where he could stay suspended over the oceans for hours far away from all civilization and test for any significant energy signatures. So far, it was proving sour in finding old combat buddies, but Pracross had managed to zone in on low power levels and track them for farther away by focusing as much as he could onto a bird as it flew away.
It had probably been 2 hours over the ocean blue by this point and the Saiyan was starting to realize his growing struggle. Working on ki sensing was boring! Heaving a sigh, Pracross had wished he had asked another fighter if they wanted to do any image training or any actual training before he had left, but it was proving a mistake of a lifetime. Unwinding from his meditative position, the teen opened his eyes and stared out into the ocean. It was almost noon, the smell of salt filled the air, and it was prime condition to do some energy strain testing.
Taking a deep breath, the Saiyan held it in for a brief moment. He counted down from three… two.. One… As he exhaled, Pracross let his energy flare, creating a large ripple in the water that was only a foot or two below him. As his power began to grow, more ripples appeared, growing increasingly harsher and violent. Luckily, no ships or islands were around to face the repercussions of the waves he was creating, but Pracross knew he still needed to take it higher if he wanted to to prepare for this tournament, meaning the ripples would only grow harsher as did his screams.