Aug 3, 2022 20:06:28 GMT -5
Post by Calot on Aug 3, 2022 20:06:28 GMT -5
Earth, within Calot's few weeks of arrival, has already shown itself to be a place of utter amazement to the young man. Seeing as it was home to man-made amalgamations with strength fit to rival that of some of the most powerful beings in the cosmos, technological advancements that enabled man to pit themselves against the most intellectually progressed species, and above all, biological and psychophysical enhancements to give one the edge when under the duress of training- helping to prepare one's body and mind for the heat of combat. It was these enhancements specifically that now currently caught the young man's eye. Calot, after all, had come to the blue jewel of the cosmos for one reason and one reason only- that of course being the acquisition of greater strength by whatever means lay available to him. And after countless hours spent researching with the broadened resources given to him with the most recently begun working relationship alongside Zero and his company, the Demon Saiyan believed to have finally found what he had been looking for.
Presently huddled away within his hut, Calot awaited his items of interest's arrival, as he was told by his Zero Inc. associates that they would be delivered to his home as soon as humanly possible. Though, for someone of inhuman origin, time felt like it slowed to a crawl as he laid in wait. If he had simply gone ahead and retrieved the items straight from their vendor, perhaps he could have gotten through with a hundred training sessions by now, but noooo- Apparently even he and Zero had to adhere to Earthly market law and how they dictated goods be delivered.
Besides, a lack of action perhaps was a blessing in disguise for the young, hotblooded hybrid. Even now his injuries still remained fresh upon his body and within his mind, even long after Ayu's enforced intervention once seeing his heavily damaged state. The girl's help and his following bedridden state for the last week or so had done wonders for his wellbeing, but, even then, any form of overexertion still threatened to tip him over the edge. In fact, he was putting himself naturally at risk even deciding to go through with this solo training session, especially considering there was no girl of the greenery to save him from his own undoing if need be. And something told him that there very well may be a need.
Still, time waited for no man, and a man who stood still was a man who was better off dead and gone.
And Calot, despite wanting otherwise at times, was not dead yet.
He might as well be, though, with how long this delivery was ending up taking. It was like a corpse inside the morgue waiting to be buried six feet under, and the cooled embrace of the dirt below was something that he couldn't bare to wait to greet much longer. In the meantime, he attempted to at least keep himself busy with things that relatively piqued his interest. Housekeeping matters, like sharpening and cleaning off Kyoto, relighting the fireplace (fashioned by the aforementioned Ayu during her last visit) to keep himself nice and warm despite being in one of the most humid parts of the jungle, readjusting his florally made bedsheets (also a gift from the Bio-Android girl), just anything that he'd be able to do to in the meantime.
Thankfully, it didn't take all that much longer for his goods to be delivered, as a knocking on his hut wall alerted him to what he had been waiting for. Walking outside, Calot was slightly surprised to find the outdoors completely abandoned, save for a few packages left with his name crudely written over the top of them.
Taking them in under each arm and placing them down upon his bed, he unwrapped the first, smaller package- within it contained the ten pack of experimental pre-workout mix that Zero's people had obtained from the scientific centered divisions of the PTO. It was a mixture specially created to help the drinker come more in touch with their inner potential at the cost of further physical strain in the midst of training. It said to take it in controlled doses, but, that was taking into account human biology- he was sure that with the combined tolerances of both Saiyan and Demon genes he would be fine taking as much as he believed necessary before training.
Besides, if that still wasn't enough, there was always the training dummy.
Yes, alongside his powdered PEDs, Calot also made a due request for some other item that would allow him to take his training to the next level. Being intentionally general with his request, he hoped that Zero and Co. would come to surprise him with something that would both entertain and challenge him.
And initially, he believed to have been duped, as in the second package appeared to be nothing but an ordinary looking training dummy. At least, on first glance that's what it appeared to be, as upon closer inspection Calot came to find that this was one of the most top of the line sparring AIs- or at least, that's what the helpfully informative note left upon the package said. The AI was said to be able to adapt and counter your unique fighting style as it came to learn every niche and tick that the user exemplified in combat, with the main objective of such a device being to iron out the user's weaknesses and strengthen what was already stalwart. While he doubted something so solely based on AI could compete with someone of his stature, he supposed it was worth a shot.
Setting up the training dummy as per the instruction manual that came with it, he positioned it a good ways away from his hut, seeing as he wasn't in the mood to try and fix up another one just in case the present one got caught in the crossfire. While the dummy went through it's warm up routine, servos and such needing a few minutes to heat themselves to a functioning level, Calot went to get his training mix ready.
After Ayu's visit highlighted the need for the bare necessities of simple household appliances and ceramics, Calot had gathered himself from nearby villages and such a minute amount of what he considered the bare minimums for a humble abode such as his- among the items being a wooden table with a single plastic lawn chair to seat himself next to it with, and along with it some cups, plates, and accompanying silverware. Grabbing himself one of the cups from the table, he took one of the packets of powder off of his bed, Calot dumping the entirety of it into the cup.
Moving outside once more, the Demon Saiyan swordsman made his way to the back of the home, where he had saved himself a few jugfuls of water taken directly from the nearby river, all housed in some home made ceramic pots. Pouring the water into the awaiting powder, the mixture began to glow with a brilliantly luminescent glow, Calot's eyes twinkling in curiosity as he waited for it to die down a bit in its shine. He wasn't particularly sure if it was supposed to glow anyways- yes, this was an experimental powder, but it was still originally intended for regular human beings, was it not? Did most Earthling drinks happen to glow before they were ready for consumption?
So, like any sane person, Calot then downed the concoction in one fell swoop to test the theory, draining it with a mighty few gulps and allowing it to soak itself in properly.
This, was a mistake.
Immediately, a scream spurted itself from the young man's moist lips, and he fell to his knees, gripping his lower abdomen in severe pain. Beads of sweat bounded themselves down his brow as Calot tried to regain some semblance of control, but, it was too late- the damage deep within had already been done.
All the sudden, his burning blue aura exploded in a spectacular looking geyser all around his body, the pillar of Ki reaching high above the clouds as a mighty gust of wind now flowed wildly around him, whipping the area around him in a violent torrential turmoil. Forcing himself to his feet, Calot found himself panting heavily, and he hadn't even started training yet! Yet even now Calot could tell that these power enhancing drugs had inadvertently activated his demon side's inner power, something that normally only ever was activated when under incredible pressure mid combat. Raising a shaky hand to his face, Calot knew that he had little time before he would come to crash, and so he wanted to make the moment count for what it was.
Full on sprinting back to where the training dummy was now all set up and ready, the young man's movements a blur of blue and black in his wake, Calot raised a single palm toward the hut, willing Kyoto to him as the training dummy recognized a battle was about to go down. A cacophony of falling pots and pans coming down as it appeared from the doorway and into his awaiting hand. Bweeping its noise of approval, the hyped up hybrid then wasted no time in charging the robot, only to immediately get parried off to the side, the sound of clanging steel on steel accompanying it and catching the young man by surprise as he found himself staggering off into his flank, losing his balance and finding himself nearly face first in the dirt- using his hands to brace himself from the impact.
Looking up from his position on the ground, his eyes widened in surprise as he found the training dummy was no longer just a simple training dummy- and he now found himself staring into his own, cold, glare. There he stood, directly in front of himself, albeit slightly less corporeal than the actual thing, and much more blue than usual. So, this was the part of the AI that was meant to shock and awe the unsuspecting Demon Saiyan, was it?
Well, he would be damned if he let a fake version of him overtake the original.
Gritting his teeth, nerves standing on end from such (unintended) insolence, Calot charged forward again, slashing with violent precision, the mere actions creating air currents that shook the part of the forest the two now stood in to its very core. Only for each slash to be returned with one of near exact power, the bashing of metal upon metal following every single of the collisions.
"Why won't you FALL?!"
His outraged cry was met with nothing but silence from the now attacking AI, suddenly shifting from a more parry based style to a more offensively based flair of fury, causing the young man to suddenly be put somewhere he never expected to be when up against something of Earthly creation- on the back foot. The realization sent the hybrid reeling, both mentally and physically, as soon after a particularly forceful display of cuts and slices, Calot was dumped onto his backside again, a torrent of swears leaving his mouth as he slammed a clenched fist into the ground in irritation.
"Why isn't this working?! Must more powder be shed?!"
Taking a moment to finally collect himself, the roid-induced rage taking hold of him and his psyche for much of the ongoing conflict, Calot eventually got to one knee, panting heavily as he did- having to use the sheath of his sword to help steady himself as he stared at the still activated training dummy, who stared back at him with the same, coldblooded glare. Was this the feeling his opponents had when going up against him? This feeling of, utter hopelessness?
A small smirk bloomed upon his features as he thought of the utter terror his enemies must feel if the slight disquietude that came from staring upon his near mirror image was anything to go off of. Only to then be replaced by an unyielding rage at the thought of a mere robot making such a fool out of him. How could he, the last surviving son of Tirisfel, be felled so easily by this AI?
Wanting to charge back into the fray once more, Calot stopped himself, a sudden understanding overtaking his mind as he realized something quite crucial. If this AI was making him work to get his victory, did that not imply that it was doing what it was intended to do?
Why feel so emotionally attached to a circumstance that, in the end, was not only of his making, but also only made to try to improve upon himself in the first place? If he was to lose his cool so easily when in a controlled environment, then what of the actual battlefield? Bad attitudinal habits were not something Calot needed, and so the Demon Saiyan swordsman got to his feet with a refreshed mindset, mind ever clearer (helped by the majority of the power powder wearing off) and more focused on the long term rather than proving something so terribly short term to a literal nonliving thing.
And so, unsheathing his blade for one final time, Calot pointed it directly toward his unlikely opponent, chin tilted upwards once more in a show of utter self assurance as he awaited his opponent's next move.
"Show me your motivation!"
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TWC: 2,267
TRAINING GEAR (PL): | +25% from Training Dummy | +10% from Pre-Workout Mix (9/10)
ROOKIE BONUS: +65% PL
Presently huddled away within his hut, Calot awaited his items of interest's arrival, as he was told by his Zero Inc. associates that they would be delivered to his home as soon as humanly possible. Though, for someone of inhuman origin, time felt like it slowed to a crawl as he laid in wait. If he had simply gone ahead and retrieved the items straight from their vendor, perhaps he could have gotten through with a hundred training sessions by now, but noooo- Apparently even he and Zero had to adhere to Earthly market law and how they dictated goods be delivered.
Besides, a lack of action perhaps was a blessing in disguise for the young, hotblooded hybrid. Even now his injuries still remained fresh upon his body and within his mind, even long after Ayu's enforced intervention once seeing his heavily damaged state. The girl's help and his following bedridden state for the last week or so had done wonders for his wellbeing, but, even then, any form of overexertion still threatened to tip him over the edge. In fact, he was putting himself naturally at risk even deciding to go through with this solo training session, especially considering there was no girl of the greenery to save him from his own undoing if need be. And something told him that there very well may be a need.
Still, time waited for no man, and a man who stood still was a man who was better off dead and gone.
And Calot, despite wanting otherwise at times, was not dead yet.
He might as well be, though, with how long this delivery was ending up taking. It was like a corpse inside the morgue waiting to be buried six feet under, and the cooled embrace of the dirt below was something that he couldn't bare to wait to greet much longer. In the meantime, he attempted to at least keep himself busy with things that relatively piqued his interest. Housekeeping matters, like sharpening and cleaning off Kyoto, relighting the fireplace (fashioned by the aforementioned Ayu during her last visit) to keep himself nice and warm despite being in one of the most humid parts of the jungle, readjusting his florally made bedsheets (also a gift from the Bio-Android girl), just anything that he'd be able to do to in the meantime.
Thankfully, it didn't take all that much longer for his goods to be delivered, as a knocking on his hut wall alerted him to what he had been waiting for. Walking outside, Calot was slightly surprised to find the outdoors completely abandoned, save for a few packages left with his name crudely written over the top of them.
Taking them in under each arm and placing them down upon his bed, he unwrapped the first, smaller package- within it contained the ten pack of experimental pre-workout mix that Zero's people had obtained from the scientific centered divisions of the PTO. It was a mixture specially created to help the drinker come more in touch with their inner potential at the cost of further physical strain in the midst of training. It said to take it in controlled doses, but, that was taking into account human biology- he was sure that with the combined tolerances of both Saiyan and Demon genes he would be fine taking as much as he believed necessary before training.
Besides, if that still wasn't enough, there was always the training dummy.
Yes, alongside his powdered PEDs, Calot also made a due request for some other item that would allow him to take his training to the next level. Being intentionally general with his request, he hoped that Zero and Co. would come to surprise him with something that would both entertain and challenge him.
And initially, he believed to have been duped, as in the second package appeared to be nothing but an ordinary looking training dummy. At least, on first glance that's what it appeared to be, as upon closer inspection Calot came to find that this was one of the most top of the line sparring AIs- or at least, that's what the helpfully informative note left upon the package said. The AI was said to be able to adapt and counter your unique fighting style as it came to learn every niche and tick that the user exemplified in combat, with the main objective of such a device being to iron out the user's weaknesses and strengthen what was already stalwart. While he doubted something so solely based on AI could compete with someone of his stature, he supposed it was worth a shot.
Setting up the training dummy as per the instruction manual that came with it, he positioned it a good ways away from his hut, seeing as he wasn't in the mood to try and fix up another one just in case the present one got caught in the crossfire. While the dummy went through it's warm up routine, servos and such needing a few minutes to heat themselves to a functioning level, Calot went to get his training mix ready.
After Ayu's visit highlighted the need for the bare necessities of simple household appliances and ceramics, Calot had gathered himself from nearby villages and such a minute amount of what he considered the bare minimums for a humble abode such as his- among the items being a wooden table with a single plastic lawn chair to seat himself next to it with, and along with it some cups, plates, and accompanying silverware. Grabbing himself one of the cups from the table, he took one of the packets of powder off of his bed, Calot dumping the entirety of it into the cup.
Moving outside once more, the Demon Saiyan swordsman made his way to the back of the home, where he had saved himself a few jugfuls of water taken directly from the nearby river, all housed in some home made ceramic pots. Pouring the water into the awaiting powder, the mixture began to glow with a brilliantly luminescent glow, Calot's eyes twinkling in curiosity as he waited for it to die down a bit in its shine. He wasn't particularly sure if it was supposed to glow anyways- yes, this was an experimental powder, but it was still originally intended for regular human beings, was it not? Did most Earthling drinks happen to glow before they were ready for consumption?
So, like any sane person, Calot then downed the concoction in one fell swoop to test the theory, draining it with a mighty few gulps and allowing it to soak itself in properly.
This, was a mistake.
Immediately, a scream spurted itself from the young man's moist lips, and he fell to his knees, gripping his lower abdomen in severe pain. Beads of sweat bounded themselves down his brow as Calot tried to regain some semblance of control, but, it was too late- the damage deep within had already been done.
All the sudden, his burning blue aura exploded in a spectacular looking geyser all around his body, the pillar of Ki reaching high above the clouds as a mighty gust of wind now flowed wildly around him, whipping the area around him in a violent torrential turmoil. Forcing himself to his feet, Calot found himself panting heavily, and he hadn't even started training yet! Yet even now Calot could tell that these power enhancing drugs had inadvertently activated his demon side's inner power, something that normally only ever was activated when under incredible pressure mid combat. Raising a shaky hand to his face, Calot knew that he had little time before he would come to crash, and so he wanted to make the moment count for what it was.
Full on sprinting back to where the training dummy was now all set up and ready, the young man's movements a blur of blue and black in his wake, Calot raised a single palm toward the hut, willing Kyoto to him as the training dummy recognized a battle was about to go down. A cacophony of falling pots and pans coming down as it appeared from the doorway and into his awaiting hand. Bweeping its noise of approval, the hyped up hybrid then wasted no time in charging the robot, only to immediately get parried off to the side, the sound of clanging steel on steel accompanying it and catching the young man by surprise as he found himself staggering off into his flank, losing his balance and finding himself nearly face first in the dirt- using his hands to brace himself from the impact.
Looking up from his position on the ground, his eyes widened in surprise as he found the training dummy was no longer just a simple training dummy- and he now found himself staring into his own, cold, glare. There he stood, directly in front of himself, albeit slightly less corporeal than the actual thing, and much more blue than usual. So, this was the part of the AI that was meant to shock and awe the unsuspecting Demon Saiyan, was it?
Well, he would be damned if he let a fake version of him overtake the original.
Gritting his teeth, nerves standing on end from such (unintended) insolence, Calot charged forward again, slashing with violent precision, the mere actions creating air currents that shook the part of the forest the two now stood in to its very core. Only for each slash to be returned with one of near exact power, the bashing of metal upon metal following every single of the collisions.
"Why won't you FALL?!"
His outraged cry was met with nothing but silence from the now attacking AI, suddenly shifting from a more parry based style to a more offensively based flair of fury, causing the young man to suddenly be put somewhere he never expected to be when up against something of Earthly creation- on the back foot. The realization sent the hybrid reeling, both mentally and physically, as soon after a particularly forceful display of cuts and slices, Calot was dumped onto his backside again, a torrent of swears leaving his mouth as he slammed a clenched fist into the ground in irritation.
"Why isn't this working?! Must more powder be shed?!"
Taking a moment to finally collect himself, the roid-induced rage taking hold of him and his psyche for much of the ongoing conflict, Calot eventually got to one knee, panting heavily as he did- having to use the sheath of his sword to help steady himself as he stared at the still activated training dummy, who stared back at him with the same, coldblooded glare. Was this the feeling his opponents had when going up against him? This feeling of, utter hopelessness?
A small smirk bloomed upon his features as he thought of the utter terror his enemies must feel if the slight disquietude that came from staring upon his near mirror image was anything to go off of. Only to then be replaced by an unyielding rage at the thought of a mere robot making such a fool out of him. How could he, the last surviving son of Tirisfel, be felled so easily by this AI?
Wanting to charge back into the fray once more, Calot stopped himself, a sudden understanding overtaking his mind as he realized something quite crucial. If this AI was making him work to get his victory, did that not imply that it was doing what it was intended to do?
Why feel so emotionally attached to a circumstance that, in the end, was not only of his making, but also only made to try to improve upon himself in the first place? If he was to lose his cool so easily when in a controlled environment, then what of the actual battlefield? Bad attitudinal habits were not something Calot needed, and so the Demon Saiyan swordsman got to his feet with a refreshed mindset, mind ever clearer (helped by the majority of the power powder wearing off) and more focused on the long term rather than proving something so terribly short term to a literal nonliving thing.
And so, unsheathing his blade for one final time, Calot pointed it directly toward his unlikely opponent, chin tilted upwards once more in a show of utter self assurance as he awaited his opponent's next move.
"Show me your motivation!"
------
TWC: 2,267
TRAINING GEAR (PL): | +25% from Training Dummy | +10% from Pre-Workout Mix (9/10)
ROOKIE BONUS: +65% PL
