Nov 9, 2023 7:13:06 GMT -5
Post by Ryuji on Nov 9, 2023 7:13:06 GMT -5
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Yeah, I hear you miss lady cow, but I gotta do it or else you get too full! That’s why I only got two of you!” Ryuji sighed loudly at the big ol’ beasts as he dropped back on his stool, hefting the large bucket of fresh milk to his mouth and draining a good quarter of it without a breath in between gulps. Smacking his lips and wiping them clean with a towel, the little bubblegum boy felt much more energized than he had before, as the milking wasn’t the most fun part of owning the cows. But fresh milk is great for getting stronger! Standing up and moving the stool back to its resting place, he would take his milk down to add it to the rest, storing it in a large container that he would then capsule to keep it fresh before he did anything with it. As he wandered back out and into the early sunlight (early to him being any time before noon of course), Ryuji considered for the first time today what he might do with his time.
It had been a small time since his battle with Goji, who wasn’t around today as of yet if he were coming, and Ryuji hadn’t really put much thought into it. Plopping down into the sand and looking at the clouds, he would really reflect on the fight. There were plenty of shortcomings that he could point out in his ability and power that day, and his father’s training made him very good at noticing such things. Traveling to this place and being away from home wears you down, they told him, but he didn’t know they meant he’d get weaker. Being the child of a prodigious fighter and a powerful Majin as well, he had never really been weak before. Ryuji was born in strength, and mastered many things his parents could not at such a young age. Looking now at how tired he was just getting big and punching, he knew something needed to be done.
“Well, dad’s not here but I can’t get tooooooo lazy!” He would say aloud, jumping back up and brushing himself off. “Best place I can probably start is getting back into shape! I got too slow!” Pulling out his capsule case and selecting out one, he would click it and toss, exposing a mini breakfast buffet of many different sweets and meats. Knowing that he can’t train on an empty stomach by any means, he would also grab more fresh milk, making an obnoxiously large bucket of chocolate milk for his enjoyment. With the speed and precision of one born with not be the appetites of a Saiyan and a Majin, Ryuji preyed upon the food as though it were a classical genocide, relishing and lavishing in every wonderful, tasty little nibble.
After consuming three pounds of bacon, two pounds of sausage, a stack of pancakes, five plate sized waffles with chocolate chips, one whole roasted tuna, a quart of yogurt, a pound of cheddar cheese, a basket of assorted island fruits and a big ol’ bucket of chocolate milk, Ryuji would feel the needs of the body kick in. Laying back on the picnic blanket, he drifted into a soft nap…
And woke himself readily, well rested and digested, after maybe two hours of deep sleep that the strongest of waves could not have undone.
With a hop and a loud yawn and sigh, Ryuji would rise from his comfy spot feeling totally refreshed. As boredom immediately began to settle into his brain, he snapped back to his previous thoughts. “I really did get all weak and stuff, huh.” He would be feeling very remiss in forgetting his weights for the trip, but he could get those another time. No more worrying to keep him down (and no weights either), bubblegum boy would change into his training trunks and begin doing his opening workouts.
Having been trained by several people already in life, Ryuji was well versed in how to work one’s body into fighting shape. More than anyone else, he followed after his father when it came to training methods. There was something so fun and cool about training with his dad, and he did stuff nobody else did! Training in the water as much as he did, his papa had unmatched speed and stamina, and he really had that ‘go with the flow’ fighting style that Ryuji really liked. So his training here, of course, would be much the same as his dad had taught him. Warm ups were a slow burn of basic exercises like push-ups, jumping jacks, planks, lunges, the real works. Including some of his pop’s later workouts, he made sure to include the handstands, walking along the beach on his hands and stopping to do a push-up every few feet. It took a bit longer to get the burn for him than some, being all squishy and stuff, but once he kept going his muscles started to really feel it, much more than he was used to as well. It seemed obvious to him now that he’d need to work much harder than he thought.
A firm starting point then, Ryuji would decide, is speed! If he can’t move fast enough then people are gonna start hitting him, and he didn’t want to make a habit of getting too beat up if he could help it too quick. Going further along the beach and finding a nice, solidly thick tree, he took a deep breath before finally focusing his energy. He was good enough to note just how much less he had at his disposal compared to what he was used to, and to be honest he didn’t really like that one bit. He would begin to strike softly at the tree with controlled movements, making sure not to damage it in the process. After ramping up his motions with a consistent rhythm, he attempted his first afterimage. Feeling his rhythm disrupt and fall apart, he was unable to move properly like he used to it seemed. Feeling frustrated and a bit tantrum-y, Ryuji would back off and think really, really hard. The only way to get better is to work on it and he knew just what to do!
Making sure to leave anything that could get messed up behind, and again rueing leaving those darn weights back home, he took to the water’s edge. Placing himself deep enough that the water was waist high or more, Ryuji prepped himself and made sure to leave all his energy locked up. If he was gonna see results, he was gonna have to work it out the real way and move it up from there! Putting his whole body and spirit into the exercise, Ryuji began to run through the waves, dredging his feet through the coarse and unsteady sand, forcing his body and his legs through the water as the tide tried its hardest to push him on land and pull him out to sea. Completely blocking out everything else around him, it was like he could hear the sound of his father in the water next to him.
“Go on, Ryu! Keep pushing, we only just started! Keep your chin up, straighten out your back and really push with everything you’ve got!” It made him smile a wide, toothy smile, the kind that could endure a little salt water in the mouth as he forged his path onward. Step after step, leap after bound, he made his way around the entire island. Not satisfied, he pushed on harder and harder, committing the rest of his day to his training and even forgetting to stop for a meal or three. He didn’t notice the passing of the time or the setting of the Sun as it happened. He only came to when the moon was high…
And a Jellyfish stung his thigh…
“YEEEEOWWWW!!!! WHYYYYYYYYY!?” Ryuji would scream as he looked down into the water, realizing his major error. It was a full moon, and he was dangerously close to wearing a new set of jelly overalls with the sheer number of squishy boys flooding the waves around him. Floating carefully out of the water and landing on shore, he would charge a gentle amount of Ki into his fingertip and give his clinging friend a nice little “return the favor” jolt, safely removing it from his gummy flesh and tossing him back into the soup. With a sigh, he would attempt to jog over to his property, with attempt being the strongly attested word for it as his legs would taffy beneath him and allow him to face plant into the sand. With no power left in his limbs, he would muster the energy to float his way to camp. Knowing he wouldn’t be long for this world, he would open his capsule case and pop out a pre-cooked meal. Staring down a whole rotisserie chicken, loaf of fresh bread and an entire wheel of cheese with a pitcher of juice to drink (the boy knows how to make a complete meal after all), his instincts took over immediately as he devolved into an animal. Clearing every bit of meat from every bone, and leaving not a crumb of anything else behind, Ryuji would once again fade away under the stars.
——
The next day started similar to the others, at least ever since he adopted his two lady cow friends. A brisk wake up, followed by a now much more unstable Ryuji attempting to use his aching legs to get moving and milking the two cows. His limbs were on fire today as he went through the motions, draining every last drop from their udders and storing it safely. The milk wasn’t just good for him to drink, after all. The cows were of very high value he’d been told, the milk they produce being thick and richer than most of the usual variety, and it made for an excellent trading stock! With a source of income nearly established, as he still needed to go about and do some milk runs in the coming days once the homes nearby are all established for a delivery. His dad told him that he’d done milk runs before to keep in shape and that other great fighters do it too. Funny how that worked out, huh.
After finishing the daily chores it was time for breakfast, and he made sure to do it fresh. A hefty hunk of meat roasted over the fire, a trio of extra large fried dinosaur eggs and a big bucket of milk. The consumption would take far less time than the preparation, as he would gorge himself on the near all protein meal in order to give his crying muscles exactly what they need to build back up. And as always, it was followed by a short nap. Waking up and feeling much better than before, Ryuji would stretch out all the kinks in his muscles before returning to the tree he had been training at before.
Ryuji had always heard that Majins and Saiyans were both prone to massive boosts from training, and his dad’s way of doing things always gave a really good full body workout that seemed to do the trick. Feeling his muscles warmed up and ready to go, Ryuji would take a deep breath and focus his energy as he would begin to “spar” with the tree. For a good few moments, he would strike and dodge with a certain amount of rhythm as he eased into the motion and speed necessary. Once he felt confident, Ryuji attempted again to do a proper afterimage. Feeling a surge is energy as his focus zeroed in, he knew he had done it right. His body moved with a rapid precision, placing him to the other side of the tree and leaving a clean afterimage behind where he stood. He would repeat the action several times back to back, making sure to be able to achieve the motion no matter the position he found himself in. Within a few hours, the little bubblegum boy was back on his feet and on his way to breaking the sound barrier once again.
Taking a break afterwards, Ryuji could feel some of his strength returning to him. It was an odd sensation, but it was similar to two gaining power the usual way so it didn’t seem too out of place. Taking the opportunity, he would focus his power one more time, instead trying to bring himself up to full battle strength. Feeling an eruption of energy before dialing it back down, he felt that he could reach nearly twice his current strength if he pushed significantly harder, but that was concerning in a way anyways. Ryuji’s base power was usually comfortably removed from his ‘active’ power level, and this was much lower than he’d thought he’d be at. Not wanting to get hung up on the lame stuff, he began to get excitable again easily enough when he got back to thinking about the afterimage.
Ryuji returned to camp with his head held high and his smile wide. After being able to adapt so quickly and overcome one of his weaknesses, he was feeling pretty high and mighty. There was one thing he wasn’t sure about though. Thinking again on that power gap he was suffering, he came to the decision that he has about two or three options. One, keep training, and two would be to find some new friends or a master of some kind. A sparring partner and some equipment would go a long way towards real progress, as pops would say. But third…
“I wonder if this place has a good set of Dragon Balls…” he would wonder slightly aloud to himself. The idea of a wish to bring himself back near proper power levels was enticing… and a fun trip could mean running into fighters like himself…
The thoughts would whirl on, bouncing in his brain for the rest of the night while Ryuji made dinner for himself and devoured it without thinking too much about it. The food was fuel for his worn body, but his mind was far from the fire tonight as he stared out at the stars glistening on the waves. “Yeah… I think I’m gonna make this a lot more fun…”
Total WC: 2,433
Tech learned - [DT-1] Can’t Touch This! - 1 TP
“Yeah, I hear you miss lady cow, but I gotta do it or else you get too full! That’s why I only got two of you!” Ryuji sighed loudly at the big ol’ beasts as he dropped back on his stool, hefting the large bucket of fresh milk to his mouth and draining a good quarter of it without a breath in between gulps. Smacking his lips and wiping them clean with a towel, the little bubblegum boy felt much more energized than he had before, as the milking wasn’t the most fun part of owning the cows. But fresh milk is great for getting stronger! Standing up and moving the stool back to its resting place, he would take his milk down to add it to the rest, storing it in a large container that he would then capsule to keep it fresh before he did anything with it. As he wandered back out and into the early sunlight (early to him being any time before noon of course), Ryuji considered for the first time today what he might do with his time.
It had been a small time since his battle with Goji, who wasn’t around today as of yet if he were coming, and Ryuji hadn’t really put much thought into it. Plopping down into the sand and looking at the clouds, he would really reflect on the fight. There were plenty of shortcomings that he could point out in his ability and power that day, and his father’s training made him very good at noticing such things. Traveling to this place and being away from home wears you down, they told him, but he didn’t know they meant he’d get weaker. Being the child of a prodigious fighter and a powerful Majin as well, he had never really been weak before. Ryuji was born in strength, and mastered many things his parents could not at such a young age. Looking now at how tired he was just getting big and punching, he knew something needed to be done.
“Well, dad’s not here but I can’t get tooooooo lazy!” He would say aloud, jumping back up and brushing himself off. “Best place I can probably start is getting back into shape! I got too slow!” Pulling out his capsule case and selecting out one, he would click it and toss, exposing a mini breakfast buffet of many different sweets and meats. Knowing that he can’t train on an empty stomach by any means, he would also grab more fresh milk, making an obnoxiously large bucket of chocolate milk for his enjoyment. With the speed and precision of one born with not be the appetites of a Saiyan and a Majin, Ryuji preyed upon the food as though it were a classical genocide, relishing and lavishing in every wonderful, tasty little nibble.
After consuming three pounds of bacon, two pounds of sausage, a stack of pancakes, five plate sized waffles with chocolate chips, one whole roasted tuna, a quart of yogurt, a pound of cheddar cheese, a basket of assorted island fruits and a big ol’ bucket of chocolate milk, Ryuji would feel the needs of the body kick in. Laying back on the picnic blanket, he drifted into a soft nap…
And woke himself readily, well rested and digested, after maybe two hours of deep sleep that the strongest of waves could not have undone.
With a hop and a loud yawn and sigh, Ryuji would rise from his comfy spot feeling totally refreshed. As boredom immediately began to settle into his brain, he snapped back to his previous thoughts. “I really did get all weak and stuff, huh.” He would be feeling very remiss in forgetting his weights for the trip, but he could get those another time. No more worrying to keep him down (and no weights either), bubblegum boy would change into his training trunks and begin doing his opening workouts.
Having been trained by several people already in life, Ryuji was well versed in how to work one’s body into fighting shape. More than anyone else, he followed after his father when it came to training methods. There was something so fun and cool about training with his dad, and he did stuff nobody else did! Training in the water as much as he did, his papa had unmatched speed and stamina, and he really had that ‘go with the flow’ fighting style that Ryuji really liked. So his training here, of course, would be much the same as his dad had taught him. Warm ups were a slow burn of basic exercises like push-ups, jumping jacks, planks, lunges, the real works. Including some of his pop’s later workouts, he made sure to include the handstands, walking along the beach on his hands and stopping to do a push-up every few feet. It took a bit longer to get the burn for him than some, being all squishy and stuff, but once he kept going his muscles started to really feel it, much more than he was used to as well. It seemed obvious to him now that he’d need to work much harder than he thought.
A firm starting point then, Ryuji would decide, is speed! If he can’t move fast enough then people are gonna start hitting him, and he didn’t want to make a habit of getting too beat up if he could help it too quick. Going further along the beach and finding a nice, solidly thick tree, he took a deep breath before finally focusing his energy. He was good enough to note just how much less he had at his disposal compared to what he was used to, and to be honest he didn’t really like that one bit. He would begin to strike softly at the tree with controlled movements, making sure not to damage it in the process. After ramping up his motions with a consistent rhythm, he attempted his first afterimage. Feeling his rhythm disrupt and fall apart, he was unable to move properly like he used to it seemed. Feeling frustrated and a bit tantrum-y, Ryuji would back off and think really, really hard. The only way to get better is to work on it and he knew just what to do!
Making sure to leave anything that could get messed up behind, and again rueing leaving those darn weights back home, he took to the water’s edge. Placing himself deep enough that the water was waist high or more, Ryuji prepped himself and made sure to leave all his energy locked up. If he was gonna see results, he was gonna have to work it out the real way and move it up from there! Putting his whole body and spirit into the exercise, Ryuji began to run through the waves, dredging his feet through the coarse and unsteady sand, forcing his body and his legs through the water as the tide tried its hardest to push him on land and pull him out to sea. Completely blocking out everything else around him, it was like he could hear the sound of his father in the water next to him.
“Go on, Ryu! Keep pushing, we only just started! Keep your chin up, straighten out your back and really push with everything you’ve got!” It made him smile a wide, toothy smile, the kind that could endure a little salt water in the mouth as he forged his path onward. Step after step, leap after bound, he made his way around the entire island. Not satisfied, he pushed on harder and harder, committing the rest of his day to his training and even forgetting to stop for a meal or three. He didn’t notice the passing of the time or the setting of the Sun as it happened. He only came to when the moon was high…
And a Jellyfish stung his thigh…
“YEEEEOWWWW!!!! WHYYYYYYYYY!?” Ryuji would scream as he looked down into the water, realizing his major error. It was a full moon, and he was dangerously close to wearing a new set of jelly overalls with the sheer number of squishy boys flooding the waves around him. Floating carefully out of the water and landing on shore, he would charge a gentle amount of Ki into his fingertip and give his clinging friend a nice little “return the favor” jolt, safely removing it from his gummy flesh and tossing him back into the soup. With a sigh, he would attempt to jog over to his property, with attempt being the strongly attested word for it as his legs would taffy beneath him and allow him to face plant into the sand. With no power left in his limbs, he would muster the energy to float his way to camp. Knowing he wouldn’t be long for this world, he would open his capsule case and pop out a pre-cooked meal. Staring down a whole rotisserie chicken, loaf of fresh bread and an entire wheel of cheese with a pitcher of juice to drink (the boy knows how to make a complete meal after all), his instincts took over immediately as he devolved into an animal. Clearing every bit of meat from every bone, and leaving not a crumb of anything else behind, Ryuji would once again fade away under the stars.
——
The next day started similar to the others, at least ever since he adopted his two lady cow friends. A brisk wake up, followed by a now much more unstable Ryuji attempting to use his aching legs to get moving and milking the two cows. His limbs were on fire today as he went through the motions, draining every last drop from their udders and storing it safely. The milk wasn’t just good for him to drink, after all. The cows were of very high value he’d been told, the milk they produce being thick and richer than most of the usual variety, and it made for an excellent trading stock! With a source of income nearly established, as he still needed to go about and do some milk runs in the coming days once the homes nearby are all established for a delivery. His dad told him that he’d done milk runs before to keep in shape and that other great fighters do it too. Funny how that worked out, huh.
After finishing the daily chores it was time for breakfast, and he made sure to do it fresh. A hefty hunk of meat roasted over the fire, a trio of extra large fried dinosaur eggs and a big bucket of milk. The consumption would take far less time than the preparation, as he would gorge himself on the near all protein meal in order to give his crying muscles exactly what they need to build back up. And as always, it was followed by a short nap. Waking up and feeling much better than before, Ryuji would stretch out all the kinks in his muscles before returning to the tree he had been training at before.
Ryuji had always heard that Majins and Saiyans were both prone to massive boosts from training, and his dad’s way of doing things always gave a really good full body workout that seemed to do the trick. Feeling his muscles warmed up and ready to go, Ryuji would take a deep breath and focus his energy as he would begin to “spar” with the tree. For a good few moments, he would strike and dodge with a certain amount of rhythm as he eased into the motion and speed necessary. Once he felt confident, Ryuji attempted again to do a proper afterimage. Feeling a surge is energy as his focus zeroed in, he knew he had done it right. His body moved with a rapid precision, placing him to the other side of the tree and leaving a clean afterimage behind where he stood. He would repeat the action several times back to back, making sure to be able to achieve the motion no matter the position he found himself in. Within a few hours, the little bubblegum boy was back on his feet and on his way to breaking the sound barrier once again.
Taking a break afterwards, Ryuji could feel some of his strength returning to him. It was an odd sensation, but it was similar to two gaining power the usual way so it didn’t seem too out of place. Taking the opportunity, he would focus his power one more time, instead trying to bring himself up to full battle strength. Feeling an eruption of energy before dialing it back down, he felt that he could reach nearly twice his current strength if he pushed significantly harder, but that was concerning in a way anyways. Ryuji’s base power was usually comfortably removed from his ‘active’ power level, and this was much lower than he’d thought he’d be at. Not wanting to get hung up on the lame stuff, he began to get excitable again easily enough when he got back to thinking about the afterimage.
Ryuji returned to camp with his head held high and his smile wide. After being able to adapt so quickly and overcome one of his weaknesses, he was feeling pretty high and mighty. There was one thing he wasn’t sure about though. Thinking again on that power gap he was suffering, he came to the decision that he has about two or three options. One, keep training, and two would be to find some new friends or a master of some kind. A sparring partner and some equipment would go a long way towards real progress, as pops would say. But third…
“I wonder if this place has a good set of Dragon Balls…” he would wonder slightly aloud to himself. The idea of a wish to bring himself back near proper power levels was enticing… and a fun trip could mean running into fighters like himself…
The thoughts would whirl on, bouncing in his brain for the rest of the night while Ryuji made dinner for himself and devoured it without thinking too much about it. The food was fuel for his worn body, but his mind was far from the fire tonight as he stared out at the stars glistening on the waves. “Yeah… I think I’m gonna make this a lot more fun…”
Total WC: 2,433
Tech learned - [DT-1] Can’t Touch This! - 1 TP
