Being in the centre of the room was the smartest move Athren could make here to train this technique, though he knew that he could control the technique to his desire simply based on the level of Ki Control he had acquired throughout his twenty nine years of life. Though now, the main goal had shifted from simply learning in down to more specific steps to accomplish this. His first step was rather simple, create an outwards wave of energy around his body fully, something that would completely encircle him with his attack. Providing him with not only an offensive attack that would cause harm to anybody who come into contact with him, but provide him with a way out of grapples, a technique to counter other techniques if need be. Though he doubted how usable it really would be in battle, he remembered that it really wouldn't have to be used often, but used as a crutch in a battle to get him out of a tight spot. He knew he wouldn't use this often, but that was okay. He'd rather have something to save his skin in a pinch than nothing at all, and that was the mindset that was going to push him forward with this. Now, it was just about getting it down to this first step, create the energy wave around his body and call it the 'Nova Wave'. Once that was fully complete, he would move onto more damage and expanding it just a little bit further.

Of course though, he had to create the method upon which he would activate this technique and it's intention was to come from his skin outwards until it reached a spot to fully expand and he could use similar methods to his Nova Barrier to accomplish this. For a brief moment Athren would allow himself to focus, his eyes shutting briefly as he visualized the technique at the way he wanted it to be. His breathing steadied as he prepared himself to master this new technique of his. When it was the picture was mentally complete and it was specifically how he designed it, the saiyan warrior would tighten up his body and clench his fists, building up the energy and releasing it outwards rapidly, the energy forming a circular seal around him in it's dark orange color. Though it wasn't something he needed to hold long, he decided to hold it there for a period of time. So far, he had plenty of space in between the walls that surrounded him, the ceiling above and the floor below him and at this point there was no official risk to his ship. Of course he knew that once he started pushing this thing further, then it may become a risk if he wasn't careful.

The last thing he needed at this point in his life was his space-ship to be destroyed by his own hand, not only would it limit his space travel to new locations that he hadn't been too before but it would leave him without a roof over his head and leave him homeless. In turn, it would also leave him down a lot of money and if his personal stuff got destroyed? It would essentially leave him with nothing, and that wasn't exactly something he was going to allow himself to settle with. He was going to be as careful as he could here and try his best not to allow the attack to hit any of the surfaces of his ship and currently, he was working with quite a lot of space.

As it stood in this very moment, the Nova Wave technique was something he was very pleased with, something that really didn't need to be trained or perfected through more practice at this level. This was as basic as they came for techniques and it was nothing beyond simple Ki manipulation. Though it was unique for him in the sense of releasing it from his body to surround his body, it was as easy as they come. For now though, Athren held it there, imagining it crashing against an opponent or another attack, his eyes closing as he tried to visualize how it would look, how it would effect it all.

Through the imagery in his mind, Athren could not see any massive flaws in the technique he quickly and efficiently had just produced. It worked as designed and if he needed to hold it there he could and if he wanted to amplify it's reach or the power involved in it, he potentially could. That was the next step he wanted to accomplish, to expand it at will and make it even more powerful though the thought of his ship would remain. He was playing with fire here and really didn't want to get burned. After all, if he became homeless it wasn't like he could just go to Zerori's anymore to have a nice bed to snuggle up in, he'd have to rough it out in the wild and though he could, he much rather would choose not to go down that path.

For the sake of training his new technique though, Athren would cancel the move and stop holding it, allowing the energy to dissipate as he prepared to perform it at a slightly bigger radius with a more capable power output. "Alright, Let's not try to blow up our own ship." Athren would mumble to himself as he looked at the vast amount of space he had between the walls, his thought process still hoping that the technology in his ship could actually do as it was designed and maintain the energy that collided with it. Whether or not it could, he was potentially going to put it to the test and whether or not that be deliberate or not was in question. All he knew in this moment was that this needed to be done and he really didn't have a choice in the matter.

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[OT1]Nova Wave: Learned. - 1 TP

With his third step visualized there was really only one more thing to do and that was follow it through. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't just a little bit nervous but with the evidence he had just provided to himself, he was confident that he could do this within a perfectly controlled manner, one that would limit all risk of damage to his property. He just knew he'd need to remain focused and have a very clear train of thought, he needed to be in full control of every ounce of his energy and of this technique. The last thing he needed was to get distracted and fumble and allow for the energy to expand outwards past where he'd want it to.

It would seem as if it would be simple enough and even Athren thought that, but even the best made their mistakes when they were distracted and not invested fully in what they were doing and that part wasn't a concern. Athren was fully invested in this training and the purpose and motivation were all behind him, but there was always a small chance of error. His breathing was once again calm, his picture in his head was crystal clear and there wasn't anything that could shake the resolve he had. He had to believe he could pull this off and damn well he would.

After of moments of being in his own head, reassuring himself why he was doing this and why he was pushing this hard he was ready to take the third step. The third step simple in theory, expand it outwards, control the distance and increase the power to be more punishing. Now he just needed to take the visual and make it a reality, take it from his head and put it into the universe. His breathing remained calm and on a deep exhale Athren would force the energy from his body once more, his mastery of his ki, the control of his spirit came into play here as he massively increased the amount of energy right off the hop, he wasn't going to waste time forcing energy into it slowly and controlling it that way, no. He was going to compress and contain it right away.

The technique quickly grew as Athren DUMPED energy into it, expanding larger and larger until it was all but an inch away from making contact with the floor and it was here where he stopped it's expansion and held it there, while still dumping more energy into it. The damage output going through the roof while the distance effected was fully controlled by him. It was at this moment in time he REALLY wanted to put his control to the test, he wanted to REALLY see how he could manage this. As he continued to put power into it, he began shrinking it and enlarging it rapidly, almost as if it was pulsing like the very own beat of his heart, he put everything he had into it until the technique itself was at one hundred percent power!

It beat like his very own heartbeat, which was almost symbolic to the cause behind this training session. Everything this technique was designed to do was protect those he cared for, to essentially protect his heart, keep all those he loved safe, out of danger and even free from the power of those who wish to rule. It was almost perfectly aligned to that. Athren would keep this up for a short little while until he had finally decided to expand it out once again with full power, the technique once again reaching the point of colliding with the walls of the interior. It became within a quarter of an inch of touching and Athren maintained it, it was at this point he was fully satisfied, fully confident with what he had just done and removed the technique from the room, once again letting it vanish into the air.

With that test, Athren knew that this technique was complete and ready to be used in a live action scenario against a real opponent. How soon that opponent would arise and that chance would come was in question, but with the way things were going he didn't expect that it would take long, no longer than a few weeks. He couldn't help but think that Quash would come back for him and if his friendship with Callion were to grow, he expected plenty of more spars with him. He'd use this against all of them if he needed too, after all he could control the size and the power output making it perfect for nearly all environments. He would just have to be careful not to let himself get carried away with it.

Now that it was fully completed though, it was time to do something else and given that Athren's momentum had continued to grow and his accomplishments continued to rise, he felt the need to continue his training, why stop here? He was still motivated, still fresh besides some expended energy and the day was still rather young, he had plenty of time to keep on training. If he had just developed a new technique for his enemies, it felt necessary to come at them with new found power and he wouldn't accomplish that unless he really kept working on it. His decision was simple, after a short break and a quick meal, he would return to his gravity chamber for even more training. It didn't matter how basic it would be so long as it would be beneficial for him, whether it be the a simple training circuit with his weights or something else entirely, he was going to push through, keep training and push for a new level of power! He needed too, for all he knew, danger was lurking around every corner and with the threat of Liari on the loose, he'd need to be at his best, he'd need to be prepared and ready for it at any second. Hell, she could even attack now. He had to be ready to fight, for his life, the life of Cress, Celric, Zerori, even the innocents of Earth, he may have been the only thing standing in her way and now that he had a glimpse of what she was truly capable of, he knew how he'd stack against her and he still had a long way to go.

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[OT3]Super Nova Wave: Learned. -1 TP

With the gravity still pressing down against his shoulders, Athren took the whole momentum concept and gave it a go. He pushed himself to start by simply moving around the room rapidly and swinging his fists around as if he were sparring with a live opponent. His body would shift, dip and simulate dodging attacks as he immediately found himself lost in his actions, completely invested in every sharp, elegant, precise jab that he through. His kicks were just as powerful and swift, launched with pinpoint accuracy. The time would come where all of this would be put to the test and every single attack would matter, it would be life or death and one wrong move could very well be the death of him. He needed to train as if this were real, train as if his life depended on it because it very well did, it very well mattered.
One flaw against a strong enemy, one simple mistake could cost him everything and the planet could suffer, his kids could suffer and he wasn't about to allow that to happen. He needed to be ready, to deliver the most deadly blows that he could, the most sharp, quick, rapid and accurate punches and kicks he could come up with, he needed to be ready, in the perfect shape, the best shape of his life even.

He wasn't going to stop training as if it were real, and he needed to keep up on it every single day. He couldn't allow himself to get over confident with his abilities, he couldn't allow himself to fall into the mindset of being good enough because the simple fact was, there was always going to be somebody stronger than him out in the universe, somebody better, faster and he'd need to find his way to compete with them, to put them down before any threat they impose could be taken out on the Earth. Every step Athren was taking was for his children, Zerori, even Callion and Opherla now. All lives of the Earth mattered, all were valuable and couldn't be thrown away.

Athren had made the mistake before, he had killed thousands of people on Earth and he didn't realize just what kind of effected it had on everybody. He was born to fight, raised to kill and exterminate, it was the saiyan empire's way of life back then and he never once second guessed himself, never once thought about the emotional effect his actions had on the survivors, or the families of those who weren't present at the slaughter. He didn't realize the pain or damage he caused until he himself was one of the people to face such disaster. The way he felt when his kids died? If it weren't for Zerori, he wouldn't have had anybody and the loss of his crew didn't help either and he still hoped that someday soon, he'd get to wish them all back. They were all good people, a good portion of them weren't even fighters. They were just lost souls looking for work, looking for a sense of family and the Crimson Nova just so happened to be able to provide that.
Though Athren was a mercenary for a time, he treated his crew as if they were family, he respected each and every one of them down to the simple stock boys that maintained the inventory of food and supplies, he respected the technicians onboard who kept it running, the cooks, the cleaners, everybody under the banner of the Crimson Nova was his family, and he was still feeling the loss of them too. Of course whenever he made the wish, they wouldn't remember him either but at least they'd be free and have a fresh start, they'd be alive again to enjoy the sunrise, or the sunset or whatever it is they wanted to do.

Now that Athren had got to experience first hand what loss was like, he wanted to prevent it at all cost, never to have anybody innocent go through that again. Now did this mean Athren would completely stop killing..? No, not at all. He was still willing to end those who deserved it, those who were going to kill and do damage to the innocents. He wasn't going to allow those types of bastards to live, to thrive, no chance in hell! He had to make sure he was ready, ready to put them down in a moments notice and that's why he'd keep training and keep pushing!

It was no longer about being the best or the strongest warrior, it was simply about making sure that his children lived and thrived, that they prevailed and had a really chance to grow old, to live peacefully, to accomplish similar things that Athren did! They deserved that, along with every other innocent creature on the Earth, and it took his own loss to realize that but that's what this was all about. It wasn't about him anymore and maybe that was pushing him to make him even stronger, maybe letting go of his own wants and needs was helping him to thrive, to become better than he ever was before and he wasn't going to stop here.

Athren continued moving around the room, his strikes growing even sharper as he thought of everything driving him to push this hard and not once did his own benefit cross his mind, this was truly a turning point for him. His movement around the room was rapid, fast and didn't slow for even a second as he continued throwing fists and kicks out into the air, his dodging of the moves he imagined much cleaner as he was fully invested in this moment, he didn't plan on slowing down, he didn't plan on stopping and the night would still provide hours for him. Until he burned off enough energy, until he was satisfied he wasn't going to stop. Hell, he might've even stayed up all night if he had too.

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