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Ryan soon arrived at the New Crane School and landed outside of the school's main gate. He decided it would be more respectful to walk through the gates of a school he was a visitor to. Respect would be given. He had to uphold the honor and respect of the Kikoukenjutsu Sword School after all.

Ryan walked forward and past an ornate fountain with a crane statue sitting in the middle as if it were floating on the water. He stopped for a short while to admire the simple design yet expert craftsmanship. He continued on a minute later towards the foyer. Once there, he spotted many students walking around the school, but only one master standing among the midst of the pupils. The master spotted Ryan and nodded to indicate it was the one he was looking for.

The master had a recently shaved head, but you could see a slight red tinge to it, indicating his Scottish heritage. He wore the traditional Green robes of the New Crane School and wore them proudly. Upon his lapel was sewn the rank of 'Master', to indicate his stature within the school. Ryan walked forwards and bowed to Master Krau, to show that he both respected and recognized his Master stature within the New Crane School. "Ah, a Swordsman from the Kikoukenjutsu Sword School, and a respectful one at that. I like you already, lad. Tell me, you look like someone that's had a recent awakening experience in life. May I ask what you might have done?"

"Certainly, Master. I come from a long line of Swordsmen, and I had recently found out my Uncle betrayed my Father for selfish reasons. So, I sought to reclaim my father's honor, and this sword, which my Uncle had stolen from me when I fell ill. I trained, and mastered everything the Kikoukenjutsu Sword School had to offer, and then called him out and challenged him. We fought, and used the better half of the school's library of techniques and styles between the two of us. The battle ended with me using the very first technique I learned there, which was the one he taught me. He was too surprised to see that I had surpassed him in such a short time, but it wasn't just because of me. I was fighting for my father as well. Due to the code of the swordsman, I could have killed him, but I did not. You live by the sword, be prepared to die by the sword. He did not live by the sword, and his death would have been due in part to revenge for me. So I let him live, and allowed the other Masters of the school to deal with him. I realized that to fight with honor, one has to not give in to negative aspirations such as revenge."

"Well, that's all I needed to hear, lad. It seems to me, you have already attained your own little piece of Enlightenment. I believe though, that it is your mind's eye that is your third eye. It takes one hell of a fighter to be able to best a Master, even if he is a dishonorable piece of trash like your Uncle, eh, no offense."

"None taken."

"Anyway, it seems your enlightenment is due in part to your fighting ability and honor code. Don't ever stray from your Way of the Swordsman, lad, for it is what all swordsmen should live by. Every fighter has a code. It's usually the same, but every different type of fighter calls it differently. So, lad, I bid you farewell, and I think you should go to Dende's Lookout and learn an ability from Popo there. Teleportation is useful to one such as yourself."

"Thank you, Master Krau."

"Aw, no thanks needed, lad. It's what I do." Master Krau bowed and Ryan returned the bow. Master Krau then returned inside and left Ryan to his own devices.

Ryan immediately turned and walked out the gates. There, he flew towards Dende's Lookout, as per Master Krau's advice.

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Upon feeling the disturbance in the Ki as well as having witnessed the falling "stars" coming through the atmosphere, the whole situation just didnt feel right. So using a technique he had picked up during his training, Jun instantly moved to the Crane School's location were he stood above it in the air and looked around at what was going on. The sight he 'walked' in on was of destruction and utter wanton chaos. Still... he couldnt get a good look at what was going on, so he dropped down to ground level and tried to look for anyone who had any idea of what might be happening so that he could help out in any way possible.

It wasnt that he felt responsible for the safety of the people here who studied at the Crane School, so much as Junichiro couldnt help but feel this was the situation Mister Popo was training him for. He was to be educated to be a hero to the people of earth, and to use his combat abilities for the purpose of justice. As a hero of the people and a defender of Earth, it was his duty to at least take a stand against evil of any kind, even if it all seemed hopeless.

While the explosions were going on, Junichiro could hear talking and sick happiness as the alien visitors talked about 'playing'. If this was their idea of fun, then he would hate to see their idea of work. They were dangerous and they would have to be stopped, no matter the cost. It was his own saiyan pride that fueled this inner desire to overcome adversity, he just didnt know it, nor did he know he was part of an alien race that had interbred with humans to create what he is now. Still, despite his desires, he was going to lay as low as possible while looking for more infortmation about these vicious attackers.

"Run? I cant! It goes against who I a-.... NO!!!" He shouted as he was cut off by the instructor being shot through the chest without mercy. He was shocked at just how easilly his life had been extinguished, of course... Junichiro had never witnessed anyone being murdered like that, and especially not when they were so close to him. He only wished in that brief moment that he could have saved him from his demise, but it was in that moment were one life was put out that an anger awoke inside of Junichiro as ancient as the DNA passed down by his saiyan forefathers before him.

Junichiro looked up to the kid who was rushing at him with an energy ball firing off to blast him too. From his intense training session and pre-existing knowledge of the Xiaolin style of fighting, his experience led him to notice just how unsophisticated his enemy was in their attack, it was sloppy, but still deadly if not taken seriously as Juni flickered backward and out of the way using the After Image technique. The only thing left there was his weighted belt which dropped to the ground were he once stood before he reappeared behind the younger Saiyan to attempt to kick him square in the a**. "Idiot!! What are you doing to these innocent people!? Their cries hurt my ears, and bring sorrow to my heart! The blood of those people stain your soul!! Stop this senseless slaughter and tell me why youre doing this?!" Junichiro shouted in pure righteous anger at this, in his eyes, infantile monstrosity.

As Junichiro's tail was grabbed by the Saiyan kid, his eyes went wide as a surge of pain went through his body and it instantly froze up. His muscles seemed to lock up and adrenaline shot through his body. The kid had called him a "Saiyan?" Junichiro didnt know what the kid was talking about, but he noticed as he was locked down by the tail grab. This was so weird to Juni as even now, the kid seemed like he had a familiar scent about him, but at the same time the pain and paralysis while his tail was being grabbed didnt really let him linger on this much. "Graaaaah....Let go of my tail! That hurts! Besides...I dont even know what you're talking about!" He roared out at the insensitive b*****d of a Saiyan, even that brat should know that it was a low blow to pull, but at the same time, Juni had the feeling that this kid and the people who came with him didnt have any intentions of fair fighting... things were looking pretty bleak at this point.

Junichiro was helpless as he was man-handled by the brat, but was shocked to see just how many there were. They were almost just like him, but... at the same time they were radiating an aura of pure malice. These people had no human emotion, meaning there was no way they could be like him, who had a spirit of justice and good that burned inside his hybrid-heart. His Saiyan pride was displayed by protecting those who needed protection and by doing good to those in need. These folks seemed to be the complete opposite and it was a scary sight.

Still, during the whole being paralyzed by his tail being grabbed, he began to try and fight it off. 'Mind over matter...Mind over matter... Maaaaan...Master Lee Sin would kill me right now...' He thought to himself while he closed his eyes and tried to focus on avoiding the pain so he could regain his movements. Junichiro didnt know that this would be possible among Elite Saiyan warriors, and even in this case he was using a monastic principle to try and overcome the adversity, still.. it wasnt working, so he just looked at the group of invaders and smiled. "H..Hiya! Welcome to Earth!" He said despite the fact that he wasnt really happy to see the destruction, he figured he'd try to be nice anyway. Kill em with kindness, that's what he was taught to do when facing bad guys.

Junichiro looked to them and frowned lightly. "Sure...Id be glad to take you to were the others are to be living, on one condition... let go of my tail and treat me with some dignity as a warrior. I may not be 'pure' Saiyan or whatever, but that doesnt mean I dont have the heart of a warrior beating in my chest and this is a disgrace." He said calmly, as he looked to them with unblinking eyes. Was this instinct kicking in? Some how, dealing with these pure breds seemed so familiar as if it were some dominance game they were playing in trying to establish their superiority. Despite their intimidating power levels, Junichiro knew that he would still need to show he was not to be pushed around like trash as that was how things worked in warrior to warrior talks.

The platinum haired Bio-Saiyan had used her Instant Transmission technique to find her self standing along side two males, the younger of the tail held tight to the other’s tail and flew with him in the air, so the helpless Hybrid had no way to defend himself. It was a truly pitiful sight, and none of the others seemed to care about this low-class fighter or the fact that he hung defenseless. ”You are all different than what I am use to dealing with on this planet...” The caramel skinned woman smirks as a blade of Ki is formed off her index and middle fingers, and is merely long enough so that in one fail swipe it can cut through the tail of the hybrid in the orange, turtle hermit gi. Now that that was done, her own platinum colored tail unravels and flicks about as her crimson red orbs glance to the small boy, ”Going to try for my tail next then, hmm?” It was a challenge to him really; her voice poised with a light bite as her gaze shifts to the other four. All five of the new people wore a variant of the older Saiyan armor, as well as detectable power levels. The child of course was the lowest, followed by the twin girls, followed by the two other males. Sayla wasn’t there to fight them, least not yet…not till she knew what their purpose was.