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?”

WC: 394
Total WC: 713

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.”

WC: 535
Total WC: 1248

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.

WC: 638
Total WC: 1886

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.

WC: 1093
Total WC: 2979