✧The Saiyan eventually returned to his abode of questionable quality. There were only a total of three rooms in this crappy place he called a home; there was a bathroom, a bedroom, and his office, nothing more nothing less, not even a closet, all of his clothes had to be stored in a trunk under his bed. Hopefully the orange seven star orb that he placed on his desk would make his apartment better to look at. This certainly was a poor life to live, though it wasn’t exactly any better than his living condition on Geridza’s ship, but at least he wasn’t alone on that hunk of flying metal. But that was enough sulking about his poor living conditions, it was time to train once again! Sure he had just recently trained at some wasteland, but the desire to become stronger will always remain, that and his stamina had recovered by the time he got home.
After taking off his coat, the young Saiyan had walked out of his apartment and headed upstairs, greeting any fellow tenants he saw on the way. He was rather surprised at how friendly some of them were, usually buildings like these were filled with scumbags that deserved essentially any beating that came to them. Of course those kind of people still lived in Pars’ apartment complex, but the decent people outnumbered them. In fact the people who Pars actually liked tended to hire Pars to handle the undesirables which he gladly did each time. As he ascended the stairs to the roof, Pars eagerly started boxing the air. There was something about training, or any form of fighting really, that always excited the Saiyan. He knew that Saiyans had this natural craving for battles and frankly he didn’t mind that he had such a thing. Once he had gotten to the roof, Pars began to make deep inhales and exhales before starting a flurry of attacks that signaled his training. [OOC: BP TRAINING TIME: 1/4] Ki: 219/230 | Stamina: 300/330 | BP: 155
✧Pars was insistent on growing stronger, in fact it was the only thing he could think of doing even when ha was working. He never once believed it was a bad thing, it was exhilarating after all. Each time he could punch harder or release stronger blasts, his pride and confidence in his own skills risen like a flame. To grow stronger was undoubtedly the common goal of all Saiyans, if one were to say otherwise they would be lying to themselves. Smirking, Pars had continued to throw punch after punch, kick after kick, each attack hitting a imagined blank figure. While he would rather have something solid to hit, image training was the next best thing, it also allowed him to train without worrying about his sparring partner needing to rest. If he ever did find a sparring partner, he would prefer if they were able to take a hit and give one back of equal value. He had no time for weaklings in terms of combat, but in any other fields he may consider spending time with them.
The young Saiyan had realized something, sparring on his rooftop may not have been the best idea; going all out would no doubt cause some casualties and that wouldn’t be very good for his job, he’d have to go back to becoming a bounty hunter or becoming a mercenary. The notoriety behind destroying an entire city would definitely help with that, but he doubted Geridza would be proud of him ruining, or possibly ending, the lives of over a hundred people. Sighing to himself, Pars would keep up with his physical image training.
[OOC: BP TRAINING TIME: 2/4] Ki: 219/230 | Stamina: 270/330 | BP: 155
✧The long haired young man of a certain barbarous race had continued to brawl the thin air before him as though there was an actual entity before him. It was indeed a tedious process to train by himself, not having much to learn from if he focused on merely fighting the air. While he also didn’t need to worry about whining, too many breaks, or bones for that matter, being able to take some damage himself would be quite the learning experience. But he’d need to switch up how he fought when sparring and his partner would do the same, less they got too use to one another's typical fighting tactics which would take away from the overall training experience. Soon enough the young man started to focus on kicks, performing front, back, axe, jump spin, and various other different kicks. Every part of his body needed to be in top shape for future fights, every part of him he could use as a weapon needed to be refined. If he was lazy with any of these then it wouldn’t be long before a strong opponent could realize the areas he lacked in. Not wanting to ever deal with a loss, Pars needed to ensure he was at the top of his current potential no matter the fight.
[OOC: BP TRAINING TIME: 3/4] Ki: 219/230 | Stamina: 270/330 | BP: 155
✧With his kicks cleaving through the ever fragile yet very malleable air, unrelentlessly so, Pars had thought of just who might be a suitable training partner to him on this green and blue dust ball. If he were still out in space, then the search would likely take longer, but he at least wouldn’t have to deal with too many low level applicants. Based on his previous assignments as a bodyguard, there were not a startling amount of noteworthy opponents, let alone training partners, on this planet. It would be optimal to find another Saiyan on this planet, but that would be such a rare find that it might as well be mythical. Eventually Pars had called a break on his training, wishing to pick it up later as he sat down on the edge of the roof, simply thinking now.
[OOC: BP TRAINING TIME: 4/4] Ki: 219/230 | Stamina: 270/330 | BP: 185
✧Pars had wished he had better training equipment instead of rocks and weights you can buy at your local mall. Back on the ship he traveled around space in with his Master and his crew there were all kinds of different training equipment. There was a gravity chamber, weights that none of these humans could dream of, turrets that fired beams with adjustable damage, even these weird bio things that were fun to kill. That ship was such a paradise, but now who knows where it was in the vastness of space. It was incredibly unlikely that it would ever appear in this Solar System, especially the fact that Pars was now a wanted man. It was almost pitiful how unclear it was for how long Pars was going to be on his rock. He'd need to find a way to actually be entertained on this planet, but it appeared that fighting and training might not be a way. Feeling incredibly frustrated with the lack of sparring partners or training equipment, Pars had started to charge up his ki, causing his building to shake quite a bit before flying off at astonishing speeds.
✧Pars had arrived at his apartment, which happened to be his office as well. It had been quite some time since he was last here, that being when he found the orb everyone on the Lookout seems to be after. He had found it while training, the quality of it was enough to make him consider selling it for a good price. But then he realized the people that caught his interest, Seven and Runi, were looking for it. He was going to use it to get the pair to fight him as the price for the orb, but he had already sparred with them, so there was really no point in him not giving it to them anymore. Before he grabbed the orb, he’d make a quick change of clothes. Baggy jeans with loose overalls, grey and black boots, a skin tight shirt with a design over it, fingerless gloves, and a sleeveless hooded coat. This was his usual outfit, the last one he had worn simply being a change in pace. But now it was quite ruined thanks to his regular fighting as of late. Geared up, Pars grabbed his star orb and left his apartment in a jiffy.
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