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Oct 4, 2022 15:08:01 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2022 15:08:01 GMT -5
This desert felt infinite.
No matter how much Nasu would walk, there was just no end to it all. Honestly it was starting to get to him at a certain point, having to always see the same scenario repeated over and over for his eyes to see was... shaking to say the least. He felt quite shaken, at least. Was this what they called losing your mind? While the man had a strong ethic when it came not to not overusing his flight ability, something really called out to him at the moment to just screw it all and fly out of here.
In the end, he let his feet stop. He decided to take a break, his very body did not feel any fatigue or need rest, but rather his mind was trying to play tricks on him now. Right, he had to refresh himself a little.
Then, the man reached out for his belongings somewhat in a hurry, before he finally found a flask of water. Finally! He could not bear another second without water, he undid the cap and gulped down a lengthy stream of it, even let some spill over his face just to wake him up.
"Hold up."
When he did, it hit him; someone was here. He could not have seen them before, but now there was a sensation at the back of his mind tugging him endlessly. Another energy, if you would. He would not have paid much mind to it if he was just in any other place, but in a wasteland such things did not apply. Last time Nasu was caught distracted he nearly got jumped by a pack of wolves, therefore a sense of alert passed through him almost immediately.
"Who is there?!"
He did not sound too 'menacing' or threatening but he had raised his voice enough for it to span across the desert.
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Oct 4, 2022 16:47:42 GMT -5
Post by Acsull on Oct 4, 2022 16:47:42 GMT -5
PL: 3,115
Acsull had been... struggling with human society since he'd landed on Earth. Everything was just so... so BIG. Their buildings towered to the size of some of the largest mountains on Namek, each city of theirs the size of almost ALL of the villages on Namek put together! More people than the namekian had ever seen populated each one... and there were MULTIPLE of these cities! It was all so overwhelming, to say nothing of the fact he had to converse in common, a language familiar, but secondary to his people!
...So he came out here. The deserts weren't so bad... After all, the one sun of this solar system had NOTHING on the three of Namek and almost nobody came out here that often. The only sounds amongst the duns and the crags were the soft howl of the winds and the shifting of a thousand grains, almost forming a naturalistic orchestra when they came together.
Acsull stood upon one of the mountain tops, his arms crossed, his white hood pulled over his head. His eyes were closed as he practiced basic image-training, picturing a dozen demons in the setting of his village, the young warrior fighting off each one with the grace and quiet brutality of a man defending his home! Just as he was about to bring his fist down upon the last one... a VOICE interrupted the tranquility of his surroundings!
Acsull's eyes flicked open and glanced back over his shoulder towards the origin of the sound, a distant... but noticeable power signature emanating from that direction as well!
"Hm. Seems I've been noticed." The Namekian noted, hopping down from his platform and beginning to walk towards the voice! As he drew closer, Acsull could make out, through the sandy dust-clouds, that the man who had called him out... was a sayain of all things! At first, the Namekian was somewhat surprised... After all, their race was known for being somewhat reclusive, keeping to themselves unless things really got dire.
...Then again, look at where they were. Reclusiveness, it seemed, just wasn't in the cards for them. EVEN in a wasteland.
"What is it that you want?" Acsull asked the man, his arms crossed over his chest as his hood flapped int he desert winds! "I take it you're out here training too?"
WC: 387
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Oct 7, 2022 18:26:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2022 18:26:48 GMT -5
Society.
That one was difficult to tackle and that was funny since Nasu was practically raised on Earth. It was not like he was socially awkward or anything but rather he found most earthlings to be very shallow, nearly absorbed into whatever they did and really missed out on the possibilities. Even this line of thought that he had could however be seen as something ‘shallow’, as if he was looking down on them, but it was mostly frustration. If people were stronger, there would not be anything like the Red Ribbon, probably. In truth, maybe there would be something worse.
But it was definitely easier not to stray off the course of your thoughts, lest you would find yourself having to think against what ifs and whatever else on that matter. By now he was somewhat acquainted with the desert, of course, and he had nothing better to do than filling up his head with useless ideas for the most part.
“Yeah. It was not that difficult to sense you out. Especially here where there is no other living thing in the area.”
Literally nothing. Maybe worms in the sand at best, but nevertheless Nasu heard the voice from not too far away, and eventually he turned around to take a sighting of that signature. The Saiyan spent a brief moment trying to figure out whom he was exactly speaking to, but it was a little hard to tell. But he could tell from the silhouette alone that it had to be someone strong.
“Nothing, honestly. I was just surprised.”
Nasu had a hard time giving anyone a piece of his trust, and an even harder one at not feeling on edge when he was about the only person in the area except for somebody else just as strong as he was; there was just so much that could go wrong if this turned out to be someone with bad intentions. The man decided not to immediately judge him, however and instead only kept it vague.
“Yes. I guess you could call it training. I could probably fly through the whole place but I find walking to be much more enjoyable and is better overall, if you care about training. What were you up to, if you were also training? There is not plenty you could use to train, after all. Were you hitting and lifting rocks?”
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Oct 9, 2022 5:32:59 GMT -5
Post by Acsull on Oct 9, 2022 5:32:59 GMT -5
Well. This guy was coming off as somewhat intrusive. Respect for privacy, it seemed, was quite absent on this planet, what with how its representatives tend to approach so candidly. It was almost as if these people lived in a wonderland where danger was only present when you wanted it, where a stranger was just a friend you hadn't met yet. Acsull had only been here a short time and already, he knew Earth was far from such an ideal place, FAR from the stoic, silent utopia of Namek. Still, people sought him out, determined to make themselves known to him, one way or another.
The odd stranger explained that he goes for walks out in deserts for HIS training (if one chose to call it such, apparently), believing it was far more beneficial than just flying straight through it. Acsull only cocked an eyebrow at the man and grimaced, not exactly buying his story. He didn't exactly know how hardy Earthlings were, but he seriously doubted they would trek several miles on foot through a blazing-hot desert wasteland with nothing but their fortitude to keep them going. Even on Namek, the elders warned the children and the old not to wander too far from the village. After all, any number of things could happen to them if they were subject to the elements too much! Now this man wished to know of Acsull's training, as if he hadn't interrupted it.
...Acsull said nothing for a time, doing his best to suppress the small twinges of irritation dancing across his nerves. The elders taught patience, to not harbor ill will towards the innocent and the curious. For all Acsull knew, this guy was just another one of them, someone who had no ill-will for Acsull but knew not how to express his curiousity respectfully.
...And yet...
The Namekian found it hard to open up his heart to this stranger, to be the first one between them to present the real truth. It was like trying to open a door whose hinges were stuck, something that should be able to swing wide freely now firmly locked in place. Maybe it was his lack of familiarity with this world. It was getting to him. He never quite felt at home with this planet's extremely varied climates, green grass and blue sky, the one sun hanging over the planet for half the day and the other half being plunged into darkness...
...He had to control himself, feel these feelings and then let them go for the sake of others. He came here to be a protector, to train in order to better himself as a guardian of Namek. ...He couldn't allow himself to grow cold to strangers due to his own discomfort. Acsull took in a deep breath, SIGHED it back out and offered a small smile to Nasu, hoping to lessen the tension between them.
"Meditation, actually. Destroying the environment serves no purpose, after all."
WC: 494 TWC: 881
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Oct 13, 2022 14:04:56 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2022 14:04:56 GMT -5
He had seen some like him before. Namekians, he believed they were called. He knew next to nothing about them such as many other species that wandered Earth these days, but all he would know was that most of them usually were beings with certain abilities and they had to basically be as prone to combat as Saiyans were, most likely. Not in an aggressive way, they were just good at it. He figured this one could probably serve as a good spar, honestly. He did not really feel like he was going to do much in this desert on his own. It was a fatigue but not one he was honestly invested into, and instead fighting this stranger would have probably given him an extra boost in strength.
A moment hit him just briefly. He did not know exactly what he said, and thus his mind was basically trying to remember if there was a single time he even heard of this thing. Meditation. But he could not even think of anything! Why was that? If it was a training method he assumed he would have known it but maybe there were things he was just not taught, he had no professional figure such as a mentor to look up to, simply he learned from his comrades back in the resistance.
If he had to really give a summary, most of them really knew the basics of combat. Only very few of them were usually any good, and they used a lot of technology just like your regular army. While Nasu could never fit in with them, he managed to share some good memories to the point where he guessed they had even been his family for a while. But they were a group reaching for a goal, he did not feel like he would fit in with them and thus he left. And now he was basically a loner.
But it was no better than a mercenary band’s worth. Was it worth anything much? Unlikely or he could not tell to be fair, he had a lack of fighting in a while besides your regular thugs, bandits or wild animals. Yet the man found it somewhat interesting that such a living being would just hang around the desert for no reason whatsoever to him, unless one would take this meditation as a reason.
“I have no idea what meditation is… but you said something akin to training, right? Is that it?”
Nasu could easily agree. Rocks were no sport and in the end you were just wrecking havoc, even if destroying them did not feel like such a massive sin given the fact hardly anything lived here, he could tell that it was basically useless indeed. But even knowing that much, it hardly pressed him to really seek this meditation. Instead if this guy wanted, he would have been alright with a different method of training.
“I do not know much about that, but I can offer you some regular training if you are down for sparring instead. That’s the extent of my offer I am afraid, maybe some other time you can show me what meditation is. I am Nasu.”
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Oct 15, 2022 7:28:14 GMT -5
Post by Acsull on Oct 15, 2022 7:28:14 GMT -5
The compulsion to face-palm was real right now. "What was meditation?" Had this guy never trained under anyone before? Had he never sat down and had a quiet think before? Acsull couldn't help but stare at the stranger for several seconds, wondering if he was playing with him. After all, someone with this much power couldn't possibly have acquired it through sheer muscle-training alone! It simply wasn't possible... to his knowledge. Acsull blinked, wondering if saiyans were unique in this regard. The Namekians of his village derived most of their strength through "quiet" training, focusing and controlling their ki through sheer will and mental focus. As their hearts and minds strengthen, so too did their bodies. Of course, there were physical attributes to their training. After all, one wouldn't want to grow sloppy in times of peace, but that was never the main focus.
...Perhaps things worked differently for saiyans... or even HUMANS. He supposed he would find out soon. Nasu would then propose, if crudely, that they do more practical training, grow strong together rather than separately.
...There's an idea. Perhaps it was a tad paranoid to think this, but a spar with this stranger may give him an insight into his people, something he could train against in preparation for an attack. Namek's history had been fraught with disaster brought on by those who were not prepared. In fact, they had almost been pushed to the brink of extinction... TWICE... and that meant he Acsull needed to be as prepared as possible to avoid such a thing happening again!
"...Very well." The Namekian sighed, grabbing the collar of his cloak and throwing it to the ground! He would then drop low into a battle stance, his palms open and fingers curled into claws to make the most of his long and tough finger-nails!
"What is you name, stranger? It would be unfortunate if I am to refer to you as 'saiyan' forever." The man would relay his name. "Nasu. I see. Very well then, lets see what you're made of."
WC: 342 TWC: 1205
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Oct 18, 2022 13:39:11 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2022 13:39:11 GMT -5
A small hint of something transpired behind the Namekian’s behavior. Honestly Nasu had been trying to tell but there was just something that he failed to grasp, it was almost as if his presence was not welcome, even though he failed to see how since he believed he had been nice enough. Of course, though, maybe this guy just preferred to stay alone and the man had just happened to disturb him. There was nothing he could do about that now. Even back in the resistance some were hard to approach but he believed that sparring could easily help both of them.
There was also maybe the risk that he did not like him in general. He did not know about it, he figured some people could have a bad name but Nasu was extremely unpopular, he doubted anyone even knew him. Frankly put he could not have the slightest idea therefore he decided not to really raise the issue, even because he was not sure he even knew him at all just yet. Sadly he could not exactly read his mind, that would have been an useful ability in any event but there was a limit to one’s abilities surely, so it was probably not something he could prove unless he gave him some more information.
“Maybe after we are done you can tell me something about this meditation.”
In part this one request was actually a tactic to keep in touch after the sparring, where he could probably get to know him better, to some degree. He did not know many Namekians, if not any. He did grow curious a little also about that word. In his past most of his connection with ki had been made naturally, he did not really know much about meditation even if he might have experienced some small form of it before in the past, it was a concept that he was not aware of, at the moment.
It was like… it just happened. When he needed the power to pull him out of a bad situation, energy poured almost as if it was a natural thing. Nasu did not know if this was not something all could do, in truth given most Saiyans were a warrior race it was likely there was a majority of them that could not even sense energy unlike the man over here.
That aside however, his hand readied itself and reached for his back where his weapon was strapped. The hand closed around the metal hilt and began to lift it up into the skies, except that it nearly never ended, for it was a sword nearly as big and large as a boulder of the desert; not literally but figuratively speaking it was just that huge.
“I am a Saiyan, yes. And you should be a Namekian is that not right? What do they call you? I do not happen to spot too many of your kind all the time, what brings you so far?”
Nasu was tall and relatively mature for his lifespan, but he always asked too many questions. It was not his fault, there was just so little social interaction he had before and even in the resistance he used to keep it to himself, he did not like sharing his feelings or troubles either.
First he laid his sword ahead and for a few moments he just let him speak if he desired, otherwise he simply focused and began to build up all the energy he could in his mind before he hopped off the ground and launched himself at Acsull much like a beast with its pretty, his sword now stood above him, his hands holding over his head before he pulled down and attempted to strike his opponent with all the weight of his sword.
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Oct 21, 2022 15:33:09 GMT -5
Post by Acsull on Oct 21, 2022 15:33:09 GMT -5
...Acsull smiled a small bit as Nasu, once more, expressed interest in the Namekian's style of training. At first, he had assumed the man was merely placating him, trying to be polite while still getting what he wants: a fight. ...But it seemed that, once again, Acsull had judged the inhabitants of this planet too harshly! ...Perhaps he would have much to learn from this one, at least in the ways of the Earthling. From their clothes to their general temperament to even the architecture, Acsull was offput. Things were so... varied here, with no one collective style dominating over the planet consistently... besides the need for shirts.
...But even if Acsull was warming to these people... their need to probe for information reminded him so much of Namekian younglings. Curious and impatient, they wanted to learn everything NOW. Now, Now, Now. Give me this, tell me that. Help me here, I'm going there... It was like... "herding cats," he believed the human-phrase was. So difficult to please, so many wants to replace the last one... On one level, it softened his heart further. This kind of behavior was familiar, at least.
...On another level, Acsull felt his blood boil ever so slightly in his veins. Now, he wasn't hypocritical enough to claim that he NEVER behaved this way! In fact, he had a couple of fond memories of him pestering his Elder JUST LIKE THIS when he was young... But he had seldom ever been on the receiving end of a wave of questions before...
...He supposed he should get used to it. After all, his clansmen would no doubt swarm him with the very same curiosity!
"I am, in fact, a Namekian." He confirmed with a nod. "My name is Acsull... and I don't imagine you see many of us out here. Our planet is very far from this one. ...And lastly, I am here because I wish to know what it is to be a guardian."
...With all his questions answered (for now), Nasu would LUNGE at Acsull, bringing his sword down upon the man in a fearsome cleave! Dexterously, the namekian would swivel to the side, allowing the blade to pass down in front of his face JUST shy of its target. Acsull would then bring his knee up to SLAM into Nasu's stomach as he passed, followed by an elbow-strike to the back of his head to slam him into the ground!
WC: 407 TWC: 1612
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Oct 23, 2022 7:46:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2022 7:46:10 GMT -5
He had launched himself into the air, with both legs moved back; such a pose allowed him to glide through the air in this brief moment of suspense. Many athletes would declare that during their performances they would often experience moments where time felt endless, something that did not exist perhaps or simply that they saw things slowly. To some it was simply a sensation, but even Nasu felt it especially as a swordsman. He felt that each swing made the difference and thus there was never a moment where he did not experience this sort of ‘hype’, and it seemed that even the Namekian must have had these kinds of moments.
Something shared across all fighters even if some could not probably tell. His swing passed through just by a heartbeat, most likely there was no idea to how much it would have hurt to receive a strike like that but indeed Acsull would see the effects shortly after, for the moment that passed, had Nasu fall into the ground with his cleave and when it hit the ground, one could see its effects; the very ground around them had a brief moment, a short quake occurred when the blade passed through the thin layer of sand and hit the stone beneath their feet.
That sword was no joke to lift and maneuver, certainly. Nasu was no less satisfied than he must have been of course, given his pilgrimage into helping others had him mostly deal with small time opponents and all he felt like he had been neglecting his training and now he had a chance to make it up for all the time spent doing what felt right.
Before he could comment any further on Acsull’s reasons, however, he was struck in the stomach by his knee, which he used to his advantage. If he was to stand up or move away his movements would have likely been slower due to the pain in his abdomen in that moment, therefore not being able to dodge his attack, thus he decided to curl down and move in the way it could least hurt him and let himself drop onto his sword, yet using his fists as a lever.
With some effort, he flipped his body and twisted his legs in a fashion similar to break-dancing, of course, he could not actually spin them given he was currently holding onto a sword; he would have required being hands free and using the back of his head as a focal point during his rotation but he twisted his legs together to send his foot into Acsull’s head instead, in the hopes to get a hit in before utilizing his energy to drive him off the ground, levitating upside down. His body rolled around, and slightly moved backwards with his sword in hand; which was probably a funny idea for a technique, given the blade simply moved along with him it looked like a wheel that could potentially cause some damage, but for now its purpose was simply flying away to safety, creating some degree of distance between the two warriors and then landing.
“A guardian, you say.”
He said, yet on his knees at the end of his roll and on his landing, his sword tilted against his shoulder with the end of the handle, while the blade stood mighty above him. He believed it was interesting that he sought to learn what a guardian was but did not exactly understand why he could not have seen such notions on Namek, was it too peaceful to have protectors? That would have been curious, like some kind of space paradise where there would be no conflicts and need for heroes.
“Why on Earth, exactly? Frankly I am not a lecturer but if you were to ask me, it would be someone who is in touch with the people of the world; your bread and butter is adventure, helping others and exploring. The more you know, the more people you will find to help or perhaps that knowledge alone will aid you in being a better guardian. But of course, such a task implies that you are brave to stand up to your foe, no matter how much greater than you. You will need strength or power, and it is fine if you get beaten down, that is never the end. At least for a warrior, there are no knock outs.”
Of course with the premise he made, he ended up breaking it entirely and made a lecture; in a way he spoke softly and concisely enough to allow himself to breathe and recover from the hit into his stomach. He had already pushed himself up to his feet, while he began to lower his sword and hold it lower, tilting it to the way that led east.
“In theory it is not complicated. In practice, you need experience. This is what I have really been doing for the past couple of years, in truth. However I need training to grow stronger, otherwise I will never amount to much. Good thing I met you, it seems we share a lot more in common than we might have thought.”
Certainly it was only a brief impression of his, whether Acsull would share it or not, it was definitely his own right to express otherwise but the man knew he was not going to let the Namekian go until he had cracked a few joints so that he could experience that growth that came with the kind of training one could not achieve on his own.
“But maybe I went off my own understanding of a guardian. Did you mean something else?”
Soon the man stabbed the ground with his sword and allowed it to rest there, as far as he was concerned, he did not need it any more. He decided to use it against him only as a test to see his fighting instinct, he would have stopped his swing before it could have potentially harmed him anyhow.
“Let’s keep it nice and personal now. I can tell your reflexes are good.”
Besides it was not quite practical to fight someone in a spar with a sword if they preferred unarmed. He was going to get his fists pumped after a while, first he rushed forward and when close enough while both arms were ready to possible try and land a hit, instead he attempted to flip his leg up and kick him in the chin with the tip of his boot.
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Oct 24, 2022 16:37:29 GMT -5
Post by Acsull on Oct 24, 2022 16:37:29 GMT -5
Acsull... was confused. Nasu had expressed a desire to spar with him, yet he was also determined to hold a conversation with him at the same time! Was this a common thing on Earth, where battles were just as much excuses to hold a dialogue as they were struggles for one's life? On Namek, fighting was treated with grace, seriousness, and focus. Never would one think to divide clashes with conversation, to dilute the purpose of them fighting with something so... mundane. Ordinarily, were an uppity youngling to behave in this way, to take their lessons so frivolously, Acsull would have simply ignored their japes and proceed to teach them a painful, albeit necessary, lesson: The universe isn't just going to sit around patiently while you shake your fist at it and wax lyrical. At some point, its going to strike back and, if you weren't ready, it was going to hit you.
Hard.
...But, much to Acsull's swallowed frustration, he wasn't here to teach that to these people. If folks like Kira were proof of anything, it was that Earthlings had their own way of doing things and they weren't going to change that simply because HE, an ALIEN (in more than one sense of the word) was here! ...If anything, it was RUDE to expect as much, as he was in THEIR home.
Bah... This world was proving more of a challenge to adapt to than he had bargained for... The peace and quiet, the intensity, the focus, the seriousness... it all seemed lost on its inhabitants who, at least seemed to, took combat and training as more of an enjoyable pass-time than, say, honing one's skill with a weapon! Acsull almost felt like he was a child again, his fellow clan-mates laughing and giggling, talking and play-fighting while their supervisor struggled to reign them all in!
...This was not a good thing. When Acsull looked back on those days, overall, they were a time of chaos...
But, he had to adapt. He must adapt. This kind of struggle could no-doubt make him a better guardian.
...and it wasn't like Nasu was as unfocused and undisciplined as a youngling would be, perhaps even CREATIVE with his unorthodox counter-attack! Upon hitting the ground, Nasu would then begin SPINNING himself like a top, using his legs and lower body as the weight to swing himself around and throw a kick at the Namekian's jaw, swinging at him from an awkward angle! LUCKILY (perhaps by luck or some vague edge of his reflexes), Acsull managed to PULL BACK in time, the edge of Nasu's boot raking the edge of his jawline as he jumped back! The Namekian grunted, lightly running a finger along jaw. ...A close shave and an expertly unexpected strike... Hmph... this fight could get interesting...
...Or at least it would have... until Nasu took a pause to probe further into Acsull's motivations. ...Internally, the Namekian groaned... but still, he complied.
"...I chose Earth because our worlds share a connection... from some time ago. Though our chronical is vague, I do know that both Earth and Namek had consorted in the past. Our rapport with your people is... more reliable than our other neighbors." Acsull explained. "Adventure has less to do with this and more to do with your world's nature. It is foreign... and it is mighty. Some of the powers I sense on this world would make our mightiest warriors turn... green with jealousy. If I can grow strong here and take what I have learned back to my people, it would go a long way towards my goal of serving as their guardian. Do you understand?"
...Nasu would then probe into Acsull's interpretation of what a "guardian" is! ...The Namekian sighed with minor irritation... but he did respond.
"...A Guardian is a Namekian warrior who dedicates their lives to the protection of a village or the Elder. Usually, there are only a handful of guardians present in a village at a time, both overseeing the training of the next generation as well as their more implied duties. There is, traditionally, one Namekian Guardian assigned to the Elder who, by all measures, is the strongest of our people. Guardians and their duties are considered sacred among the rest of us, as they are the ones who ensure our safety."
...And with that, the fight would begin again! Nasu would discard his sword and then LUNGE for Acsull, his arms up, implying he was going for a punch!
...The warrior anticipated the feint just a second too late as the toe of Nasu's boot SLAMMED into his jaw, SHOOTING his head upwards!
"GuGH!" Acsull grunted, stepping back... before crossing his arm over his chest and LUNGING for Nasu, aiming to swing his arm DOWN across the boy's neck in a CHOP, hoping to stun him!
WC: 807 TWC: 2419
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Mar 18, 2023 22:33:51 GMT -5
Post by Uncle Gael on Mar 18, 2023 22:33:51 GMT -5
Nasu Old PL: 26,222 (+4,051) -> New PL: 30,273 Old Zeni: 2,824 (+1,877) -> New Zeni: 4,701 Old TP: 4/10 (+2) -> New TP: 6/12 Acsull Old PL: 10,187 (+3,290) -> New PL: 13,477 Old Zeni: 6,467 (+1,524) -> New Zeni: 7,991 Old TP: 1/7 (+1) -> New TP: 2/8
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