Dec 5, 2023 7:15:56 GMT -5
Post by Ryuji on Dec 5, 2023 7:15:56 GMT -5
“Oh wow! Thank you young man!” The older woman would proclaim as she accepted her first daily milk delivery. After spending a couple weeks getting his things together and making sure he had all the right stuff, today was the day that our bubblegum hero ran his very first delivery run. After getting approval from the people around and collecting a list of addresses, he had made sure to spend extra time making the perfect route. He was very nearly done already actually, and in such a short time that it was all chilly cold! He smiled now at her, giving a snappy salute. “Of course ma’am! I hope I can keep up every day so I can earn my keep! See you next time!” He’d shout the last as he began his smooth and practiced gait across the wilderness.
He had always heard from his father that doing simple things like swimming, fishing and delivering goods were ample ways to maintain one’s training so long as they were done right, and Ryuji was making sure to put the words to good use. Now, with a hopefully flourishing milk market, he should start getting enough money together to build a better home and maybe set up some training gear. With word spreading of his name, as well as the visitor he had recently, it was clear to him that preparing was essential if he was going to keep up and not get left in the dust completely. Something big felt like it was coming, but he didn’t really know what. Just a feeling…
Ryuji kept himself to his strict pace, making sure to exercise every muscle he could while maintaining a constant speed and rhythm. The last part was especially important, because part of the training required you to carry actual milk bottles and not just a fancy pants capsule of it all. A simple adjustment that meant you couldn’t lose focus or slip or trip and fall, because you’d lose all your milk and get soggy like a cookie! But that important part is what made it such an intense exercise, of course. No flying, of course, and the biggest test of balance being an extra rule that Ryuji felt pretty proud of himself for, surfing between islands.
Making his way right back down to the sandy shoreline of the isle he was currently on, bubblegum boy made sure to be on the proper side of the island. This one was near to his last stop, and he made sure he couldn’t miss the last stop. The wind was in his favor and the waves were smooth, and another blessing (in his mind at least) showed as a large whiskered fish was splashing about nearby. Thinking of his father and koi fish, Ryuji gripped his crate tightly as he hit the surfboard, his gained momentum enough to send them skimming across the surface and out to open sea. He leaned back somewhat comfortably as the board glided over the pearly blue waves, feeling no more at peace than times like right now.
Making sure not to get too lost in the sauce, the young monkey Majin kept his cargo steady and level as he navigated the waves as gently as he could, using his powerful leg muscles to keep the momentum going. His last target was a pretty good distance away, but he knew that after the recent training that the push was enough to get him there if he played it smart. Ryuji was an avid surfer, growing up around water all the time with his family and friends. They all were trained on how by a competition surfer, his dad’s friend’s dad, and having strong Ki since birth allowed them to take things to another level as soon as they could manage to be on a board. He didn’t want to use his Ki too much this time, of course, what with the intention being to train himself much more physically at the moment. Until his body catches back up, his spirit can’t get anywhere near its peak. His mind would clear immediately as the dot would begin to grow slowly on the horizon, forming into sparse vegetation, no more than a handful of trees and bushes really, and a neat little pink house situated on a slice of sandy paradise. He smiled as the details came into better focus, with the Sun beaming into his eyes intensely this early morning. The words were nice and easy to read. “Kame House”. Giving a warning that he was on his way, making sure not to be too rude of course, he announced himself by letting out a low whistle that trailed into a much higher one, but not so high as to be jarring or obnoxious. He knew the old timer could be distracted with his dance videos and made sure he was prepared. Having prior knowledge is always a boon, after all!
“Eh? What’s all the racket? No seabird that flies by this house sounds quite like that.” As the board slid upon the sand and stuck gently, Ryuji would hear the old Muten Roshi talking aloud, whether to someone or himself he wasn’t sure as he hadn’t searched out the house for privacy’s sake. “Milk delivery!” He would call out in response through the open window. “Fresh, cold and brought to your door!” Another bout of shuffling and talking. “Milk? I didn’t order any milk. I wonder if it was Turtle…” Containing his excitement, he waited a few steps from the door as the old man came to it, wearing a pale pink shirt and some neat yellow shorts, along with his signature sunglasses. Funnily enough, Ryuji was wearing quite the opposite, with a bright yellow T-shirt with a bottle of milk pictured on it (custom made of course) and a pair of dark pink trunks that really brought out the pink shade of his skin. Without missing a beat, he offered up a small tray of bottles, half a dozen and kept stable and dry with some nice cloth between them, only thick enough to keep the condensation off really. “You seem like a nice young boy but I didn’t order any milk, see.” He would begin to explain. The little bubblegum boy would set the milk down on the step as he smiled and nodded. “Oh I know you didn’t. I brought it as a special present!” He would begin to say. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Turtle Hermit sir!” He would give a deep bow. Rubbing his beard with thought he’d shake his head. “No, I’d remember meeting a lad as peppy and, pardon me, pink as you are, sonny. When would you say that happened?” Ryuji would look back up with his cheeky grin. “Well, if you’ll hear me out,” he would begin and receive a nod to continue, “To be honest with you, sir, I met you before but it was actually a different you. My family is familiar with you and lots of others! But you helped train my dad, the other you did. So that’s how I knew to come here to see you!” He would point at himself with a thumb. “My name is Ryuji!” The old man would think to himself and nod sagely. “Another me you say? Hmmmm…” There would only be a small stretch of silence between his statements as his mind worked fluidly through the little boy’s words. “I’m assuming you must mean something like one of those other universes or timelines then? I’m not unfamiliar with the concept, so suppose I do believe you. Care to answer a few questions?” Ryuji would shake his head, happy to answer whatever he could. If there was anyone he trusted with his secrets, it was gonna be the legendary turtle hermit.
“Okay then, my boy,” the Muten Roshi would continue on, “You got a tail like a Saiyan but you’re colored a bit more like Buu, why’s that? And secondly, what would you be coming here to see me for?” He would eye the surf board at the shoreline as he spoke, making his own assertions as to what was going on. “It looks to me like you were training?” Ryuji would look up into the distance as he would relay the information requested of him, a habit similar to his air-headed mother. “Well, my Dad is half Saiyan and Human, and my momma is actually a Majin, yeah! Like Buu!” He would proudly proclaim his heritage. “And yeah, I was training! My dad trained with you like I said, and you helped him get real strong because of your teachings, and coming here made me a lot weaker than I’m supposed to be. Here, watch!” He would hop and skip back towards the water and braced himself. Indulging the boy, he watched on as he prepped himself into a stance familiar to him. Calling forth everything he could, Ryuji’s aura would explode forth, a vibrant pink color with small green sparks bursting throughout. It was strong enough to show, for sure, but the fine eye of the Turtle Hermit could see how much was held back, seemingly trapped inside the young man. “Well you certainly have some spice to you… Ryuji was it? Yes, I can see why you might have thought to come here.” Calming back down, the bubblegum boy would hop back closer to the hermit. Many thoughts would go through his head as he studied the would be student. After a slight moment of consideration, he would nod a bit. “I suppose I could give you the chance to learn, my boy, but first…” Ryuji would quickly grab at his tray and pull out the secret envelope tucked beneath the milk bottles, presenting it to the old man with haste. “Oh, is this another one of your offerings?” The boy would nod sagely, presenting it with both hands and a slight bow. “I’ve brought to you something no one else has, I’m sure!” He would say this with severe confidence, so much so that Roshi would swallow with minor anticipation. Opening the envelope and reaching inside, his fingers would be delighted by the feel of thick, quality magazine. Sliding it gently from its protector, his eyes would be met with a special yearly swimsuit edition from a publication he’s never seen. Ryuji had brought such a goofy item with him just for this purpose. As the old man nearly collapsed from the rush of seeing so many hot alien, Majin and human babes, he would collect himself just as quickly. “I suppose that an offering as fine as these shouldn’t go uh, eh hem, unrewarded…” he would straighten up and place the magazine as well as both hands behind him. “From today and starting tomorrow, I hear by name you an official student of the Turtle School, young Ryuji! I expect you to be here at the same sharp hour tomorrow morning, with fresh milk and a spunky attitude! Since you’ve already got part of my usual routine down and early, we can focus on some more important things that’ll be relevant to you much more.” Ryuji would be unable to contain his excitement, curling into himself and giggling before cheering out loud with an explosive shout! “Allllll RIGHT!!!!” He would cry out, knowing that with the help of the Muten Roshi he would certainly be able to get things back on track in a big way! Turning his direct attention back to Master Roshi, the old teacher would clear his throat. “Once we get to some training tomorrow, we’ll see where you’re at and what we can do with you, sound good young’un?” Nodding enthusiastically, he would take to the sand and grab up his surfboard. “I’m gonna go get some stuff and get ready for tomorrow then! Thank you so much Master Roshi!” He would call out as he would dive head first into the waves, taking to the open water as easily as anything else. Watching the little bubblegum boy go on, the hermit would feel a surge of unease and anxiety, but also a rush of intrigue. “Had a loooooooot of students these days. This one should be interesting at the least. Better take this milk and put it up…”
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WC: 2095
He had always heard from his father that doing simple things like swimming, fishing and delivering goods were ample ways to maintain one’s training so long as they were done right, and Ryuji was making sure to put the words to good use. Now, with a hopefully flourishing milk market, he should start getting enough money together to build a better home and maybe set up some training gear. With word spreading of his name, as well as the visitor he had recently, it was clear to him that preparing was essential if he was going to keep up and not get left in the dust completely. Something big felt like it was coming, but he didn’t really know what. Just a feeling…
Ryuji kept himself to his strict pace, making sure to exercise every muscle he could while maintaining a constant speed and rhythm. The last part was especially important, because part of the training required you to carry actual milk bottles and not just a fancy pants capsule of it all. A simple adjustment that meant you couldn’t lose focus or slip or trip and fall, because you’d lose all your milk and get soggy like a cookie! But that important part is what made it such an intense exercise, of course. No flying, of course, and the biggest test of balance being an extra rule that Ryuji felt pretty proud of himself for, surfing between islands.
Making his way right back down to the sandy shoreline of the isle he was currently on, bubblegum boy made sure to be on the proper side of the island. This one was near to his last stop, and he made sure he couldn’t miss the last stop. The wind was in his favor and the waves were smooth, and another blessing (in his mind at least) showed as a large whiskered fish was splashing about nearby. Thinking of his father and koi fish, Ryuji gripped his crate tightly as he hit the surfboard, his gained momentum enough to send them skimming across the surface and out to open sea. He leaned back somewhat comfortably as the board glided over the pearly blue waves, feeling no more at peace than times like right now.
Making sure not to get too lost in the sauce, the young monkey Majin kept his cargo steady and level as he navigated the waves as gently as he could, using his powerful leg muscles to keep the momentum going. His last target was a pretty good distance away, but he knew that after the recent training that the push was enough to get him there if he played it smart. Ryuji was an avid surfer, growing up around water all the time with his family and friends. They all were trained on how by a competition surfer, his dad’s friend’s dad, and having strong Ki since birth allowed them to take things to another level as soon as they could manage to be on a board. He didn’t want to use his Ki too much this time, of course, what with the intention being to train himself much more physically at the moment. Until his body catches back up, his spirit can’t get anywhere near its peak. His mind would clear immediately as the dot would begin to grow slowly on the horizon, forming into sparse vegetation, no more than a handful of trees and bushes really, and a neat little pink house situated on a slice of sandy paradise. He smiled as the details came into better focus, with the Sun beaming into his eyes intensely this early morning. The words were nice and easy to read. “Kame House”. Giving a warning that he was on his way, making sure not to be too rude of course, he announced himself by letting out a low whistle that trailed into a much higher one, but not so high as to be jarring or obnoxious. He knew the old timer could be distracted with his dance videos and made sure he was prepared. Having prior knowledge is always a boon, after all!
“Eh? What’s all the racket? No seabird that flies by this house sounds quite like that.” As the board slid upon the sand and stuck gently, Ryuji would hear the old Muten Roshi talking aloud, whether to someone or himself he wasn’t sure as he hadn’t searched out the house for privacy’s sake. “Milk delivery!” He would call out in response through the open window. “Fresh, cold and brought to your door!” Another bout of shuffling and talking. “Milk? I didn’t order any milk. I wonder if it was Turtle…” Containing his excitement, he waited a few steps from the door as the old man came to it, wearing a pale pink shirt and some neat yellow shorts, along with his signature sunglasses. Funnily enough, Ryuji was wearing quite the opposite, with a bright yellow T-shirt with a bottle of milk pictured on it (custom made of course) and a pair of dark pink trunks that really brought out the pink shade of his skin. Without missing a beat, he offered up a small tray of bottles, half a dozen and kept stable and dry with some nice cloth between them, only thick enough to keep the condensation off really. “You seem like a nice young boy but I didn’t order any milk, see.” He would begin to explain. The little bubblegum boy would set the milk down on the step as he smiled and nodded. “Oh I know you didn’t. I brought it as a special present!” He would begin to say. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Turtle Hermit sir!” He would give a deep bow. Rubbing his beard with thought he’d shake his head. “No, I’d remember meeting a lad as peppy and, pardon me, pink as you are, sonny. When would you say that happened?” Ryuji would look back up with his cheeky grin. “Well, if you’ll hear me out,” he would begin and receive a nod to continue, “To be honest with you, sir, I met you before but it was actually a different you. My family is familiar with you and lots of others! But you helped train my dad, the other you did. So that’s how I knew to come here to see you!” He would point at himself with a thumb. “My name is Ryuji!” The old man would think to himself and nod sagely. “Another me you say? Hmmmm…” There would only be a small stretch of silence between his statements as his mind worked fluidly through the little boy’s words. “I’m assuming you must mean something like one of those other universes or timelines then? I’m not unfamiliar with the concept, so suppose I do believe you. Care to answer a few questions?” Ryuji would shake his head, happy to answer whatever he could. If there was anyone he trusted with his secrets, it was gonna be the legendary turtle hermit.
“Okay then, my boy,” the Muten Roshi would continue on, “You got a tail like a Saiyan but you’re colored a bit more like Buu, why’s that? And secondly, what would you be coming here to see me for?” He would eye the surf board at the shoreline as he spoke, making his own assertions as to what was going on. “It looks to me like you were training?” Ryuji would look up into the distance as he would relay the information requested of him, a habit similar to his air-headed mother. “Well, my Dad is half Saiyan and Human, and my momma is actually a Majin, yeah! Like Buu!” He would proudly proclaim his heritage. “And yeah, I was training! My dad trained with you like I said, and you helped him get real strong because of your teachings, and coming here made me a lot weaker than I’m supposed to be. Here, watch!” He would hop and skip back towards the water and braced himself. Indulging the boy, he watched on as he prepped himself into a stance familiar to him. Calling forth everything he could, Ryuji’s aura would explode forth, a vibrant pink color with small green sparks bursting throughout. It was strong enough to show, for sure, but the fine eye of the Turtle Hermit could see how much was held back, seemingly trapped inside the young man. “Well you certainly have some spice to you… Ryuji was it? Yes, I can see why you might have thought to come here.” Calming back down, the bubblegum boy would hop back closer to the hermit. Many thoughts would go through his head as he studied the would be student. After a slight moment of consideration, he would nod a bit. “I suppose I could give you the chance to learn, my boy, but first…” Ryuji would quickly grab at his tray and pull out the secret envelope tucked beneath the milk bottles, presenting it to the old man with haste. “Oh, is this another one of your offerings?” The boy would nod sagely, presenting it with both hands and a slight bow. “I’ve brought to you something no one else has, I’m sure!” He would say this with severe confidence, so much so that Roshi would swallow with minor anticipation. Opening the envelope and reaching inside, his fingers would be delighted by the feel of thick, quality magazine. Sliding it gently from its protector, his eyes would be met with a special yearly swimsuit edition from a publication he’s never seen. Ryuji had brought such a goofy item with him just for this purpose. As the old man nearly collapsed from the rush of seeing so many hot alien, Majin and human babes, he would collect himself just as quickly. “I suppose that an offering as fine as these shouldn’t go uh, eh hem, unrewarded…” he would straighten up and place the magazine as well as both hands behind him. “From today and starting tomorrow, I hear by name you an official student of the Turtle School, young Ryuji! I expect you to be here at the same sharp hour tomorrow morning, with fresh milk and a spunky attitude! Since you’ve already got part of my usual routine down and early, we can focus on some more important things that’ll be relevant to you much more.” Ryuji would be unable to contain his excitement, curling into himself and giggling before cheering out loud with an explosive shout! “Allllll RIGHT!!!!” He would cry out, knowing that with the help of the Muten Roshi he would certainly be able to get things back on track in a big way! Turning his direct attention back to Master Roshi, the old teacher would clear his throat. “Once we get to some training tomorrow, we’ll see where you’re at and what we can do with you, sound good young’un?” Nodding enthusiastically, he would take to the sand and grab up his surfboard. “I’m gonna go get some stuff and get ready for tomorrow then! Thank you so much Master Roshi!” He would call out as he would dive head first into the waves, taking to the open water as easily as anything else. Watching the little bubblegum boy go on, the hermit would feel a surge of unease and anxiety, but also a rush of intrigue. “Had a loooooooot of students these days. This one should be interesting at the least. Better take this milk and put it up…”
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WC: 2095
