Jun 4, 2022 7:30:02 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Jun 4, 2022 7:30:02 GMT -5
Callion
Location: Papaya Island; Southern Continent - Planet Earth
Time: 09:52 AM
Current Powerlevel: 17,425
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 4,356
Callion’s adventures across the planet earth have been nothing short of incredible and meaningful at the same time. From taking on a Monstrous Dire Wolf in the Blistering winds of Yunzabit Heights, to freeing the captured people from the Slave Trade Organisation in the scorching heat of Gizard Wasteland, even going so far as to not only using his time on Earth to fully train and master the art of controlling the Oozaru as if it was second nature, and to top it all off at once, the Saiyan even managed (or at least he hoped) to forge a new friend in the most unlikely of places, and planned to become a new training partner to someone who had a surprising gift at the art of controlling plants in its entirety, or so he believed. To Callion, this world had become more unique with each passing day, who knows what new and exciting people was going to meet across his journey throughout the known parts of the world, let alone coming into contact with forces far more powerful than his own current state, the thought alone, in its own weird way, excited the Saiyan in the core of his subconscious being, as is typical of their nature.
But there was no denying it now; ever since Callion traversed the continents he had become stronger, something that even he could not anticipate. There was nothing wrong about this to be sure, but the power rising from his involvement alone has shown his work blossoming as proof of results, and yet, the Saiyan monk had the innate desire to push himself even further, to get even more powerful than he could dream and work towards. Lately, the man had purchased a Super Weighted Clothing, and such a training equipment to wear through his vast journey was insane and incredibly heavy as it was, the clothing having to take a vast majority of his strength alone to be able to barely walk, let alone do so at a normal pace that made Callion sweat immensely from having to wear such an immensely heavy suit of clothing as part of his personal decision to get stronger. Was the idea of wearing such extreme sets of clothing mind boggling to begin with? Definitely. Did he have any sorts of regrets from making such a choice? Surprisingly not. If anything, during his travels from one City to the next, the Saiyan took the chance to learn more about how the Humans of this world find ways to improve themselves.
One of those which was the art of wearing Super Weighted Clothing.
The clothing on his head, chest, legs, arms, even the tail was adorned on his whole body to ensure maximum training efficiency, it was as though he was being fitted with a whole suit of Armor that has the weight of a tank! For any normal individual, having put on the suit alone would cause serious harm, not to mention both external and internal injuries which will no doubt ruin the full intention of the exercise program. For Callion, he was more than determined to see this through, reminding him of the old days back on the Planet Bhupal: The heavy atmosphere, the endurance of traversing such a climate and atmosphere that always felt so hard to move around and breathe. It was challenge worth pursuing, and he lived for it, truly living up to the warrior race’s desire to persevere and grow. After finding a secure place to begin his training within the calm, tranquil lands of Papaya Island the Saiyan commence henceforth. A variety of strong and powerful punches and kinks and general body movement had begun in replacement of the usual speed and versatile techniques to his combat. He could even feel having to use his Ki energy becoming all the tedious in balancing out to use actual offensive style ki blasts against rocks and bounders, and using it to assist his whole body in moving about.
In many ways it was an actual learning course. There were hours spent in the calmness of the shade in deep meditation, and many more hours performing the usual exercising courses for himself as well as fighting, but all the while he kept on weighting that super weighted clothing. It came clear to Callion that his power must become stronger in order to develop more ki to have it flowing through his body, and while he did have the strength to perform the ever-classic ki blasts with the palm of his hands, this was obviously not going to cut it for long. Sure, enough he was well versified in martial art combat, but there was a time when even the most advanced forms of fighting would not come part to powers and abilities that used ki based moves that could destroy continents or planets for that matter, but like all the rest he had to start small and work his way up, in order to perhaps one day be able to use such powers for himself, but of course, with restraint when the need arrives. Yet that was the question, if he was able to use the ki blasts in the palm of his hands, he’ll have to realise that, hypothetically speaking, there could be a point in time where he would not be able to use his hands whilst currently engaging in combat or possibly in a light or death situation?
The answer was rather simple in his case: He’d have to find a way that will be an alternative form of combat in the use of ki based weaponry. Callion by rights, was an intelligent warrior; recognising that there was strength in all parts of the body, even his own tail – once recognised by all Saiyan warriors as their greatest form of weakness, trained diligently to overcome that troublesome burden and no longer had to fear of losing his power the moment the tail was grabbed by an opponent, and he went even further with essentially becoming one with the Oozaru form. The Saiyan monk had to ponder about this moment deeper, asking the question of what were the vital organs of the body that could be used as a weapon. Callion already established that the tail had been overcome with a weakness, then there was an aspect that he didn’t expect. When he made his way over to a natural spring water, and had a drink, the idea immediately hit him on the head…
The eyes.
His own sight could be used as a powerful weapon! But how, how could Callion use his own vision as a form of combat? Scaring his opponent wasn’t going to be nearly enough, and ki blasts with his hands was just not going to cut it. Once he summoned a ball of energy and gazed into the yellow ball and then back at his own reflection several times, that’s when the magical idea struck him… Using ki based energy from his eyes as a new form of combat; hopefully one where the enemy couldn’t possibly see coming…
Word Count: 1,182
Power Level: 17,425
Super Weighted Clothing Equipped
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 4,356
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 4,356
Callion’s adventures across the planet earth have been nothing short of incredible and meaningful at the same time. From taking on a Monstrous Dire Wolf in the Blistering winds of Yunzabit Heights, to freeing the captured people from the Slave Trade Organisation in the scorching heat of Gizard Wasteland, even going so far as to not only using his time on Earth to fully train and master the art of controlling the Oozaru as if it was second nature, and to top it all off at once, the Saiyan even managed (or at least he hoped) to forge a new friend in the most unlikely of places, and planned to become a new training partner to someone who had a surprising gift at the art of controlling plants in its entirety, or so he believed. To Callion, this world had become more unique with each passing day, who knows what new and exciting people was going to meet across his journey throughout the known parts of the world, let alone coming into contact with forces far more powerful than his own current state, the thought alone, in its own weird way, excited the Saiyan in the core of his subconscious being, as is typical of their nature.
But there was no denying it now; ever since Callion traversed the continents he had become stronger, something that even he could not anticipate. There was nothing wrong about this to be sure, but the power rising from his involvement alone has shown his work blossoming as proof of results, and yet, the Saiyan monk had the innate desire to push himself even further, to get even more powerful than he could dream and work towards. Lately, the man had purchased a Super Weighted Clothing, and such a training equipment to wear through his vast journey was insane and incredibly heavy as it was, the clothing having to take a vast majority of his strength alone to be able to barely walk, let alone do so at a normal pace that made Callion sweat immensely from having to wear such an immensely heavy suit of clothing as part of his personal decision to get stronger. Was the idea of wearing such extreme sets of clothing mind boggling to begin with? Definitely. Did he have any sorts of regrets from making such a choice? Surprisingly not. If anything, during his travels from one City to the next, the Saiyan took the chance to learn more about how the Humans of this world find ways to improve themselves.
One of those which was the art of wearing Super Weighted Clothing.
The clothing on his head, chest, legs, arms, even the tail was adorned on his whole body to ensure maximum training efficiency, it was as though he was being fitted with a whole suit of Armor that has the weight of a tank! For any normal individual, having put on the suit alone would cause serious harm, not to mention both external and internal injuries which will no doubt ruin the full intention of the exercise program. For Callion, he was more than determined to see this through, reminding him of the old days back on the Planet Bhupal: The heavy atmosphere, the endurance of traversing such a climate and atmosphere that always felt so hard to move around and breathe. It was challenge worth pursuing, and he lived for it, truly living up to the warrior race’s desire to persevere and grow. After finding a secure place to begin his training within the calm, tranquil lands of Papaya Island the Saiyan commence henceforth. A variety of strong and powerful punches and kinks and general body movement had begun in replacement of the usual speed and versatile techniques to his combat. He could even feel having to use his Ki energy becoming all the tedious in balancing out to use actual offensive style ki blasts against rocks and bounders, and using it to assist his whole body in moving about.
In many ways it was an actual learning course. There were hours spent in the calmness of the shade in deep meditation, and many more hours performing the usual exercising courses for himself as well as fighting, but all the while he kept on weighting that super weighted clothing. It came clear to Callion that his power must become stronger in order to develop more ki to have it flowing through his body, and while he did have the strength to perform the ever-classic ki blasts with the palm of his hands, this was obviously not going to cut it for long. Sure, enough he was well versified in martial art combat, but there was a time when even the most advanced forms of fighting would not come part to powers and abilities that used ki based moves that could destroy continents or planets for that matter, but like all the rest he had to start small and work his way up, in order to perhaps one day be able to use such powers for himself, but of course, with restraint when the need arrives. Yet that was the question, if he was able to use the ki blasts in the palm of his hands, he’ll have to realise that, hypothetically speaking, there could be a point in time where he would not be able to use his hands whilst currently engaging in combat or possibly in a light or death situation?
The answer was rather simple in his case: He’d have to find a way that will be an alternative form of combat in the use of ki based weaponry. Callion by rights, was an intelligent warrior; recognising that there was strength in all parts of the body, even his own tail – once recognised by all Saiyan warriors as their greatest form of weakness, trained diligently to overcome that troublesome burden and no longer had to fear of losing his power the moment the tail was grabbed by an opponent, and he went even further with essentially becoming one with the Oozaru form. The Saiyan monk had to ponder about this moment deeper, asking the question of what were the vital organs of the body that could be used as a weapon. Callion already established that the tail had been overcome with a weakness, then there was an aspect that he didn’t expect. When he made his way over to a natural spring water, and had a drink, the idea immediately hit him on the head…
The eyes.
His own sight could be used as a powerful weapon! But how, how could Callion use his own vision as a form of combat? Scaring his opponent wasn’t going to be nearly enough, and ki blasts with his hands was just not going to cut it. Once he summoned a ball of energy and gazed into the yellow ball and then back at his own reflection several times, that’s when the magical idea struck him… Using ki based energy from his eyes as a new form of combat; hopefully one where the enemy couldn’t possibly see coming…
Word Count: 1,182
Power Level: 17,425
Super Weighted Clothing Equipped
Power Level with Super Weighted Clothing: 4,356
