『"I don't care what they say! I'll prove them wrong, every one of 'em!"』
[Training Continued From Last Post]
Celes' anger rose more as Daiko was just able to tank Ziber's and her's attacks with relative ease. The gap was so wide, and it was infuriating! Not to mention the fact that Ziber was angry too, and he was leagues above the Earthling as well. Seri wanted to scream, but before she could let out her frustrations, Gyoza called an all stop to the training. It took Seri a few seconds to heed the order of the Turtle School Master. She powered down from her Shinzuken state down to her base form and landed. "Daiko, I want answers!" She was still angry, and wouldn't let him get out of her questioning.
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『"I will never be forgotten! Everyone will know my name!"』
DJSH9011
KibitzRajas
DragonYolk
Aimi Mizumi
killer-wolf-kun
Posted: Sat Feb 29, 2020 10:02 pm
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The lad would hear his master and sigh in relief. The blonde hair dropping as he felt his ahoge turn with glee. His mouth let out a soft chuckle feeling the burn from a quicker spar. Though after looking around at the reaction of the others he'd slowly lose his chipper demeanor. His hand went to the back of his head as he walked over to a few pieces of debris and slid his foot on the ground, making a gust to knock them up into his hand. His mouth would hold a childish glee still as he balanced them on his palm before turning his head towards his Master to speak before he stiffened up at a voice shouting in his direction. He'd turn a bit timidly as he chuckled nervously. She had learned the same technique as well. His hands going into the belt of his gi as he stood on his tip toes as he rocked back and forth. "H-hey Seri! Nice to see ya~ I-Is that new gum you have there?" He'd say while attempting to lighten the mood a bit, though as he took a moment to look at Ziber, he would stand up straight and give a half smirk. "I know ya seem upset, but. . .It's not a bad thing I promise." He'd say to her while jumping back to the edge of the dojo, near the red head and his grandfather. "It's been a tricky year ya know. . .And in the first month, since we fought Sabi, I thought about something for a long time." He'd start while his leg kicked the back of his knee to drop him into a sit. ". . .I figured it out within that while. . ." He would say to them while he rubbed under his nose. "To which I'll tell you in a sec. . .But what you're worried about is Chitakk, isn't it?" He'd begin while scratching his chin. "He was just. . .Something that happened. . .Zi-kun's idea was cool. Training with a god. . .It was too awesome to think of. . .Though I didn't want some random power boost. . .I didn't know what to wish for. . .So then I went to her."
He'd point up as he closed one eye. "I went to Miss Ingo, and after. . .A touchy reunion. . .Bleh." He'd say with a beat of sweat down his brow. "She asked me for my wish. And I told her, I didn't have one." His arms tucked behind his head and his mouth let out a sigh. The boy's face held little but a confused gaze at the ground. "So, we talked while we trained a bit and came down to a conclusion that she missed seeing Chitakk train like me. . .Then. It hit me." He would look to them. "I would give her my wish." He said as he leaned forward, placing his hands on his ankles. "And with that, I got to have a stellar rematch with Chitakk for his life along with his students. . .And, without a doubt, it was alot of fun, and he was really nice, in his tall, quiet, and kinda scary way." He'd tell them while tilting his head. "And we fought to a draw. . .Which was unexpected, especially at that point in time. So Miss Ingo gave us both what we wanted. . .Him and his students got their lives back. . .And I got to hold a favor from them, and a few months back, I cashed in on it." Daiko reached in his shirt not too long after and pulled from it a small ring with a few odd jewels within. "I-I. . .I needed seats filled in. . .At my wedding. I-It's actually why I came here beforehand. . .To tell everyone." He'd show the embarrassment he'd try to hide his face and his ahoge would shrivel into the head of locks he had.
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First We Gonna Rock, Then We Gonna Roll, Then Let It Pop, Go Let It Go, X Gonna Give It To Ya
Xalia charges through trying to reach her opponent as the rain have already breached her body earlier. She then witnesses Gummi bringing up the earlier attack she would of used but was stopped. Instead of frowning, she smirked as she sees Gummi is not going to hold back to prevent her from reaching her melee range. Her blood pumps even harder in a thrill like pace almost as if she is a mixer, not mixing just normal stuff but fighting spirit. However something unusual happened, leave it to the Earthlings to stop a spar in the midst of air filled urges of combat. She halts in her attack as well crossing her arms but has more of a gentle expression.
She wondered why would the old man who almost reminds her of her grandpa would stop the spars in one big booming voice. Maybe he is the one with the authority in this dojo though she can't phantom the feel of a student.The Ideals fall on deaf ears for her, she may have trained under individuals but some point the teacher and student methods run short. In some ways, she can't think of herself becoming a student. Any who, she turns her attention back to Gummi with a smile on her face. That has been a long time since she has had a good fight like that. "I must do my good graces and say sorry for earlier to you. That "outburst" was not truly necessary, and from respectful warrior to respectful warrior, please forgive me. The same will be said to your girlfriend personally."
She even bows half way down still standing to Gummi showing the upmost respect she has been taught. Her Grandpa was a rough warrior who didn't teach these manners but purposely left it to her parents to teach her. She did focus on the other presence of others but did keenly focus on Daiko's power. It was vast and so power it seem to gunk up in the corners of her mind. How is he so strong and what is he? Due to her extreme focus in the spar with Gummi, she missed quite ALOT of stuff between Ziber and Daiko.
It didn't make a lot of sense though specially when Daiko is talking about something she doesn't understand. What has been going on in the past hundreds of years she has been frozen? Either way, she isn't going to poke her nose into it as its none of her business assuming that everyone that speaks his name knows him. She can't even hear the smallest details about what it is besides knowing that the old man is Gyoza. Instead of looking in his direction, she would turn a bit where from a angle she can look at him with the corner of her eyes. Clearly looking at him puts her at a distress, something that only reminds her of Planet Sadal. She didn't want to cry either, she is too proud for that.
Besides she can see Seri yelling up a storm, didn't want to interrupt her; if she has a chance, she will say her piece like she would personally. Until then, she would only continue to take her Saiyan stance quietly like a eagle waiting to swoop down. Though she wonders what Gummi will say to her, besides the next time they spar, she won't be holding back at all. This thought is like blood boiling, not of anger but excitement as she would look at Gummi with a smirk, not a evil one but so filled with anticipation.
Shut My Eyes, I Know Its Now Or Never, Ride Or Die,I Let My Heart Surrender, Rise Up, I Was Born A Fighter, Dancing In A Ring Of Fire.
|♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: 1,110 |♢| Ki: 710 / 710 |♢| Stamina: 860 / 860 |♢| Health: 1350 / 1350 |♢| |♢| Current Theme - - |♢| ㊝ Once he brought an end to the commotion, his students would cease immediately and line up before him. Gummi was the first, standing tall and giving him her undivided attention. Out of the rest of the pack, she was the newest recruit and for some reason the easiest to manage. The master opened his mouth to respond but felt himself be cut off by Seriyana's outburst. For reasons he obviously missed, the girl was highly upset with Daiko who was now stumbling his way to some sort of explanation. He was aware of his student's absence and desire to venture out on his own journey. It was not Gyoza's duty to stand in his way, but to encourage him to do so; as he would with all of them. No matter where they went or what they learned, the way of the Turtle School would follow them. And now, here they would always have a place to return to, train and hone those skills. Still...what was this about Chitakk? Listening intently to Daiko's tale, he nodded along with arms crossed and an eye closed. 'So he went to train under that Supreme Kai chick and wound up having that assassin revived, huh? Tch! He's somehow more dangerous not under my roof! Guess that assassin doesn't hold a grudge though...' the hermit gathered, while also lamenting Daiko's recklessness yet again. If that were the case, he likely would have enacted said revenge by now. No, it was more accurate to say he got what he wanted in the end, so let bygones be bygones. Still...he had to wonder what kind of being could kill such a powerful man? Straying from such thoughts, Gyoza would look at Daiko with a widened gaze as he mentioned a wedding and saw the ring he held in his hand. "Congratulation to you both, Daiko! Honestly, I never took you for the marrying type. Bur either for that matter..." he mused. But it was good that they found each oth-
"Bur? As in...Aunt Bur?! This guy- Daiko! He's marrying Aunt Bur?!" the boy breaking his silence with mouth agape. "WHO THE-?!""Before I get too ahead, let me introduce you lot" the elder man interrupted the child, placing a hand on his head to settle him down. "You've all met my daughter, Dahn. She's the one who helped put this roof over your heads. And this here is Nikuma, her son- my grandson. He's an aspiring martial artist like yourselves and will be spending his day off from school here with me." The redhead would only grumble in response to his hair being ruffled while giving Daiko a menacing glare. He thought the guy was a cool fighter, but he was still a complete stranger to him. How was this guy marrying his aunt all of a sudden?! "Now then...you should all know there's a tournament taking place tomorrow. I can only encourage you to participate and take advantage of this opportunity to test your skills against other martial artists" he started with, his demeanor as serious as usual. Folding his arms again, he would suddenly smirk as he hoped to persuade them more with this! "Aside from the very generous prize money, I've given it some thought and decided to sweeten the pot! To any who make it to the semifinals, I will teach you the ultimate technique of the Turtle School! No hints, but trust me, it would be worth your while." Hopefully it would be tantalizing enough for them to take this seriously. Perhaps with their newfound strength, they would find themselves above a little tournament. But it was these same tournaments that inspired new generations of fighters and kept the art alive! Gyoza would nod to himself before finally looking at the girl with the tail. Her subtle gaze had not escaped his notice, though he would question it. Still, now was as good a time as any to figure this one out. "So, new girl. What's your story? What brings you to the dojo?"
After he finished helping clean the dojo with his telekinesis, Spike noticed that all the students had lined up and two of them caught his attention like the blue alien had and he was so distracted by his thoughts that he was only half paying attention to they guy who he could have sworn was blond a moment ago's story. "Wow that lady looks like she's made out of gum. I wonder if she is an alien too. Oh and that lady has a tail. Neat." thought spike. While the conversation he's only half paying attention to continues he only makes out that apparently a wedding was mentioned, the red haired boy's name is Nikuma, and that Gyoza would teach the turtle school's ultimate technique to whoever made it to the semifinals of a tournament taking place tomorrow.
"Huh wonder what that ultimate technique would be, and I wonder how big that tournament is. Would it be big enough for my father to show up... Oh right I should check those tourney records again while I'm waiting. So that I can see if Gyoza was actually in that tournament, and if I should ask him about dad, also I think there was a photo of him in there I could show him even if he wasn't there, just in the off chance he knows him regardless." thought Spike before he proceeded to pull a folder from his backpack. He then starts flipping threw the copy of the records looking for his father's photo and if Gyoza was actually in that tourney 20 years ago where his parents met.
Ziber was a bit surprised when he started to get help cleaning up from the spar that the students had, even more so by someone he didn't know. He felt that it was odd that he hadn't sensed the person's presence during the spar and wondered what the person's secret was. However, with the youth's help, the task of cleaning up the dojo was finished quite easily, and the frost demon was left to listen to what Daiko had to say. Seri had not back down and demanded answers from the saiyan, with him hoping that the questions he had would be answered. Ziber's gaze would move to his friend as he explained himself and the fear he had came to past. The saiyan had given their wish to the supreme kai and she had brought back the assassin's back to life. The frost demon was furious that Daiko had allowed the person who almost killed him back to life, but with this favor, maybe the assassins won't come after them. He would think this possibility before the saiyan revealed something that he never expected to see. Ziber saw his friend pull out a ring, and his mind went back to the day that they did battle with the rogue patrollers.
He remembered how the saiyan acted when Bur's life was threatened and from it, he transformed into that golden form. Finally, it was made clear to the frost demon the differences between Daiko and himself and it gave him more the reason to get stronger. The saiyan seemed to be working towards a normal life, to settle down and have a family. Ziber could see Fridged easily taking advantage of this and might even use Bur as a way to control his friend. "Congratulation Daiko. I wish you both a happy life." He said, almost robotic like as his emotions were still being sealed, and didn't say anything further as he came to a decision. Perhaps, the frost demon thought, it would be better for Daiko not to be a part of the eventual battle with Fridged. Sure the dragon balls could bring people back to life, but it was better to prevent an heart break from happening in the first place. Ziber attention moved away from his friend for a moment as he looked to the schools master. Gyoza started to explain about the tournament to everyone, but then he brought up something interesting, that whoever got into the semi finals would learn the turtle school's ultimate technique.
This did intrigued the frost demon as with what he had already learned while being at this school, he couldn't imagine what the technique could be. Still though, he was conflicted on if he should compete in the tournament or would his time be better invested if he continued to train. Before he put to much thought into it, Ziber attention returned to the turtle master when he asked about who Xalia was and why she was here. "I brought her here Master Gyoza. She landed in the outskirts of West City and I thought she could she could stay here for awhile?" He asked, but didn't know if Xalia would stay here at the dojo as he had been the one to drag her here. The frost demon went silent as he was unsure how Gyoza would react to his request as it seemed he had a thing about finding new people. He would wait to hear his masters response, but knowing him for this long, he guessed it would be a problem. The next thing that came to Ziber's mind was if he was to compete, how would he train for the event. He guess people would pair up and train together to prepare for tomorrow, but he felt he needed something more. The frost demon was close to something during his spar, and if they had continued, what would he have found?
『"I don't care what they say! I'll prove them wrong, every one of 'em!"』
Seri grew angrier as she listened to Daiko's story, fighting the urge to deck the short Sayan for his disregard for how the others might feel about Chitaak coming back to life. The guy tried to kill Ziber, being stopped only by the Supreme Kai by threat of disqualification. This guy was an assassin, he didn't deserve a second chance! However, he had changed the subject rather quickly, stating that he was getting married.
"Wait, what?!" Seri was metaphorically floored as she heard the news. Daiko was getting married? No doubt to Bur, even though she was under heavy scrutiny after her involvement with Frigid. Before the Earthling Fighter had a chance to respond, however, Gyoza mentioned that a martial arts tournament was taking place. Not only that, but those of his students that made it to the semifinals would learn his ultimate technique. This made Seri smile, as she could only fathom as to what it could be. Having formerly fused with her master, she had an idea of what it was, but she couldn't perform it herself.
That only left them a day. They would need to prepare, and Seri had a good idea of how to do so. She knew of a new arrival to Earth within the past year, and was willing to see if she'd like to try her hand in the tournament as well. Plus, Seri figured the newcomer could use more interaction with others. Living out of a crashed ship had to be boring.
『"I will never be forgotten! Everyone will know my name!"』
DJSH9011
KibitzRajas
DragonYolk
Aimi Mizumi
killer-wolf-kun
Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2020 7:29 pm
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Daiko's hand would reach behind his head as he closed an eye and his mouth let out a sigh. It seemed only one of the people around were actually excited for his news. He'd use the other hand to place the ring into his gi while he nodded his head a few times and stood up. His feet clashing onto the floor as he moved his back a bit and leaned to stretch. His gaze falling to a closed eye'd grin. A special technique for simply getting to the semi finals? He needed this.His mouth let out a chuckle as he stood up straight and turned his head over to the others. Though they didn't show alot of emotion towards him, he was more than happy to see the people he had trained with. His feet turned him around as his body grew in excitement. His hand would go to Gyoza's arm while he began to walk by and smirk. "This little contest sounds like it's gonna be fun. I should probably go get prepped for it. No way I wanna fall behind." He'd say to him while looking to Niku. Daiko's eyes blinked a bit before giving the young man a smirk. "And Young Niku." He'd add while turning his full attention to the exit. "If ya don't join, then I'll be expecting you to be training." His eyes sharpen as his muscles lax a bit and a slight exhale comes from his lips. "Because I wanna spar with you again. It was fun." He'd tell him, even if the hostility was in the latter comment. Daiko's head tilts up towards his master and grinned. The boy's head turning to the others as well. "And you guys too. . .I can't wait to see how this pans out. It was awesome seeing ya!" He'd tell them as the white aura surrounded the smaller Saiyan as his hair waved with it. His head turning back to the exit of the area. "Gummi, New girl. Keep up the good work." He'd say as his toes rose and he began to float. "Seri! Zi! Tomorrow's gonna be awesome! See ya." The boy then seemed to disappear with a great speed as he dashed out of the room, his carefree smile pointed to the sky, as he knew the next place he was going to appear for training was going to be where it all started.
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First We Gonna Rock, Then We Gonna Roll, Then Let It Pop, Go Let It Go, X Gonna Give It To Ya
Considering the spar is over and her being asked such a concerning type of question. She can't blame the old man, despite him reminding her of her Grandpa she had back in Planet Sadal. Her mouth went dry a bit when Ziber answered for her but not entirely, there was still bits and pieces that needed to be filled in. With all the damage she had caused like a mad women in the man's dojo, she is obliged to answer him. "Like Ziber said here, I crashed here on Earth recently. I had been exploring the Solar System and figured i would check out this planet. Unfortunately my ship got damaged in the crash and i would like to make Earth my home."
Her eyes are filled so brim with honesty, its unreal but she still won't disclose any information regarding where she was raised. There is just too much information there that would cause her eyes to become like a cup pouring out water. Ziber only seen a glimpse of what is on the surface. Fear. Anxiety. Even as far of being hunted all over again and not being able to live her life normally like she wants. The blue planet of Earth gave off that glare of freedom for her and with that, she wanted to grasp it in her hands like its a sun flower. Beautiful, pretty, and peaceful; one that has no worries of being harmed by the inhabitants.
Though Daiko did make a quick get away it seems, as if someone stole something from him but he was still smiling. Though she did hear about the tournament, a barrage of knuckle crackling and bruised up noses awaits. For her as a Saiyan, she can't pass this up, no doubt about it. She did get stronger but during the spar, there was something she sensed about herself. She isn't at the end of the well as she thought but that is good, always ready for improvement like sharpening a knife after each use. Much further training is needed but will ALWAYS be pursued as if she is trying to catch her next meal. A pleasant meal filled with power and new limits found to be breached like she did today.
Though she did notice Seri calmed down which she can't help but smile about having the chance to get on a personal level. She trends very carefully like a deer crossing carefully towards Seri."For earlier, i want to personally apolgize for my "excessive force". I was completely out of line and how i acted underneath that power is truly not me. Please do forgive me everyone, i know i caused a mess here. I will do whatever to help clean up, just point me in the direction and ill do whatever i can." Her tail would kind of shake in nervousness like someone chased her up a tree and she is hesitating to come down. Pardoning herself is one thing she would be willing to do if everyone doesn't want her around due to her berserking rage.
She is hoping like a little child for a toy that her father picks up off of a shelf, that she is forgiven. Not just that but by the display of Gummi's power and skill in combat, she wants to know how to become stronger not just for her respected opponent, her goal, but for everyone. If Earth is going to become her new home, she must be able to push her body to absolute maximum and gain new power each time.
Shut My Eyes, I Know Its Now Or Never, Ride Or Die,I Let My Heart Surrender, Rise Up, I Was Born A Fighter, Dancing In A Ring Of Fire.
|♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: 1,110 |♢| Ki: 710 / 710 |♢| Stamina: 860 / 860 |♢| Health: 1350 / 1350 |♢| |♢| Current Theme - - |♢| ㊝ The former hermit would listen intently to Ziber and the girl’s explanation for her presence. With his sole gaze, he would stare into the eyes of the newcomer to get a feel for her. This one, like Ziber, was lost...though not in the same sense of the word. While his student was a distant young man with something troubling his spirit, this young lady seemed like she was in search of something in desperation. Rubbing his scruffy beard while he mulled over this, he couldn’t help but notice this was becoming a running theme with Ziber. Could it be that Ziber felt compelled to help others he felt something in common with? It was not long at all after his announcement that Daiko would decide to head out on his own. It seemed he would prepare for the tourney in his own way. Still just as restless as always, Gyoza would sigh to himself. He only just got here, where could he be headed off to now? The master could only nod as the boy passed him in farewell. But as he approached Nikuma, the child was still scowling at him as if he kicked his puppy. This redhead was more confused than upset; trying to figure out how Daiko, one of his favorite martial artists, was now in a relationship with his aunt. It felt like a long time since he’d seen her, since she handed her company to his mom and disappeared. Not even his mother would give him a straight answer as to what happened or where she went. After she left, it was around that time things were...different. He couldn’t really explain it, but it felt like his mom was hiding something. Now to hear Daiko was going to marry his aunt...what exactly was going on?! Teeth grit in response to the fighter’s challenge to meet in the tournament, followed by a balling of fist and then an outcry. “I will! I’ll enter the tournament and kick your butt!” He stared Daiko down the entire time until he finally left the dojo.
Gyoza would look down at his passionate grandson, sadly shaking his head as he would have to remind him. “Sorry kid. But you aren’t quite ready for the tour-”“Then teach me! ...Make me your student! Yeah! Then I can win for sure!” the young one shouted back. There was a shimmer in his eyes, like a burning fire waiting to explode. He always wanted to be in a tourney and why should he wait any longer?! He was ready for this. The old man...couldn’t outright refute his grandchild having the potential. However… “Look, I understand how you feel. But you really do need to get your mother’s permission…” Gyoza says, knowing how likely that would happen. Even if he was his grandfather, he was still on shaky ground with Dahn. Being able to watch the kid for the day was a step in the right direction and he really didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship. With all that said, the look on Niku’s face wasn’t just anger but a solemn expression of defeat with a hung head and slight tremble. Another sigh escaped the elder man as he returned his attention to the young woman and Ziber. “Very well, your guest may stay so long as she stays out of trouble. And for the last time, the dojo is for light sparring; this isn’t that crazy time room! It isn’t built to withstand powerful energy attacks!” he grumbled. How many times did he have to tell these hardheaded saplings? Perhaps he needed to invest in such a place lest have the dojo destroyed from their recklessness. Gyoza would at last turn to the other young man, Spike, who was was flipping through some sort of document. He wouldn't notice his grandson at this time leaving his side to wander the dojo. "So...you said you were lost, right? Though you do look like you know you're way around a fight. And being able to sense energy like that...perhaps you'd do well in the tournament" the burly man chuckled with a hand on his hip.
Spike finds the picture of his father he was looking for alongside a picture of his mother from back then as well, but while seeing if he could find any to Gyoza in the tournament documents, he is caught slightly off guard by Gyoza saying he should enter the tournament. He responds with "Oh I'm not that strong. I know a couple of Ki techniques for self defense, but I couldn't even ever beat my mom in a sparing match. I wouldn't have any hope in an actual tournament, especially with how strong i can sense your students are. If most of tournament entrants are as strong as them I wouldn't even make it past the first round. I wouldn't mind coming around here for the occasional lesson tho. I've always enjoyed learning new things, and now that my mom is gone I need someone else to make sure i'm not getting rusty or she will have a field day with me when i see her again in heaven."
Spike then turns the folder around to show Gyoza the tournament entry data on his father. The folder is open to a two page spread with one page being the data listing for a William "Billy" Rogers most of the data is missing but in the photo he is clearly wearing a distinctive pare of earrings (a Potara for those who would recognize them) and an odd outfit (fairly standard kaioshin garb for those who would recognize it.) The other page is an entry for a Julia Bravo, who in the photo is clearly wearing the same headband that Spike is currently wearing and has the "Kame" kanji emblem of the turtle school emblazoned on her glove. "Oh and before i ask for directions, would you be willing to let me know if you know anything about this man or let me know if you come across any information about him in the future?" Says Spike before raising his voice to say to all the students "Oh and that goes you all as well. If any of you know anything about this man, I would be extremely gracious if you let me know. I would owe you a massive favor if anything you tell me leads to me finding him."
Ziber's attention moved back to his friend, and his narrowed when he mention that he didn't want to be left behind. He knew that the saiyan was the most powerful of the dragon team, and those words pierced deep like a knife. The frost demon understood that they couldn't go all out because of where they were, but they could at least could have gone somewhere else. However, before he could speak his mind, said what he was feeling, the saiyan had already left to go train alone. Ziber's anger then subsided as his eyes went to the ground, trying to find an answer on the ground in front of him. His attention was then moved when Xalia spoke up and explained her case to Master Gyoza. The frost demon was relieved when he heard that the woman could stay at the dojo, and knew that this would be a safe place for her. "Thank you, Master Gyoza. And, I'm sorry about trying to push the spar too far." He said while smiling under his bio mask and allowed the blockers to finally come off, with his eyes turning to their normal blue. However, with that matter taken care of, Ziber now need to focused on the tournament and what he could do to prepare.
He knew that currently that he didn't have a chance against the saiyan with what he had at the moment. The frost demon needed to either get stronger or find a way to counter the power that Daiko possessed. His eyes traveled over to the direction of the lookout, unsure of how Kami would react if he just randomly appeared to want trying. Also, Ziber could sense Scryew was also there and felt it would be rude to ask the guardian to train another person. That is when he realized something, and with that, had an idea of who he could go to for training in this time before the tournament. "Hey Master. I think I will head out too. I think where I want to train for the tournament." The frost demon said with what seemed to be new found confidence, and a bit excitement about what he had thought of. "Seri. Gummi. Xalia. I will be back before the tournament starts. I think you three could be quite the training trio. So, work together and push past your limits." He said turning to the girls and then held his right hand outward as he scouter came flying from his room and into his hand. Ziber would place his scouter on and saluted to them, saying his farewell to the group as a blue hue started to surround him. "Ciao". He said before flying off himself as he need to make a pit stop before he would meet the person that he hope would train him.
After a few minutes of flight, after all the crashed ship was not too far from the Bio-Android's make shift home, the duo of Sayla and Leiko come down outside the dojo of the Turtle Hermit school. Upon safely, gracefully, landing the Hera/Saiyan rests her little sister on her feet along side of. She then steps to the door of the dojo and pushes one of the doors open, "Sorry for the intrusion. I am Sayla Marz, and this is my sister, Leiko. We have come looking for Ziber in hopes to train before the upcoming tournament." The tanned skinned woman stated really clinically as her crimson eyes darting about the room. Landing on the pink Majin, a Human girl, a small, red headed lad, another human male, and their grizzled master. "It would appear that he is not here though... I apologize for my intrusion."
Her eyes feel to her lovely, little sister, "It would seem my friend is not here, but perhaps we can find him else where... or one of his classmates would be so kind to train with us." Sayla would say as she teased the other Bio-Android's foxie ears with her fingers. Those crimson eyes dance around the room once more a few of those present would be worth training with; the hermit, Gyoza, himself, the cute Majin, Gummi, and the human girl, Seriyana. Having shown herself into the dojo, the Bio-Android did not feel it was right to further impose herself on them.
So much was going on all at once... Seriyana was angry at Daiko for some reason, and Daiko was getting married... A situation that seemed to only make Seri madder, as did the red haired youth. Her delicate, pink fingers reach down to take her friend's hand trying to help calm her down. "Relax.. Seriyana.. It will be okay" Gummi whispers into her ear, so that only she could hear it. The Majin allows her grip to slip from the girl's hand as Daiko and Ziber go off on their own to go train. Finally came the two new ones almost as if they were replacing her friends. The silver haired one introduced herself and her companion before asking for Ziber in need of training.
『"I don't care what they say! I'll prove them wrong, every one of 'em!"』
Seri watched as Daiko left the dojo. He expected Niku to either join or be training. Dahn's kid. It seemed like Gyoza patched things up with his daughter. That was good to hear. Having fused with the man, she knew some of his experiences with his family. Seri was leagues behind Daiko, and Ziber for that matter, but she wouldn't lose in the tournament easily.
Before Seri could continue to get angry, Gummi had taken the Human Fighter's hand in her own. This made her heart skip a beat, and her face blush. Something about the Majin's touch calmed her down. She liked it, even though she still had to bring up the 'girlfriend' comment. Before she could, however, Gummi let go.
Afterwards, Xalia came up to apologize to Seri for the way she acted. "Look, you got some anger in you. I know how that is, but I don't know your extent. Work on keepin' your cool in fights, and you'll be fine. As for what to do, ask the big guy over there." She pointed to Gyoza. "He's the owner and Master of this dojo."
Gyoza himself addressed Niku, telling the kid that he couldn't join without his mother's permission. The tournament staff would say the same thing. He gave his blessing for Xalia to stay at the dojo, as long as she stays out of trouble.
Spike was definitely lost, but Gyoza had an idea for the guy to join the tournament himself. However, he made the excuse that he wasn't strong enough. That agitated Seri a bit. He just needed to work on his skills. He doesn't mind coming around for lessons, eh? That gave Seri some ideas. However, before she could respond, Ziber spoke up.
He apologized about trying to push the spar too far. To be fair, Seri did the same, but Daiko deserved it. However, Ziber too would take his leave, saying he'd be back before the tournament. The Frost Demon mused that she, Gummi, and Xalia could be a training trio. Seri had bigger plans in mind.
Not long after Ziber left, two newcomers entered the dojo. They were looking to train with Ziber, but realized he wasn't there. Sayla, that name Seri had heard before. "Well, Sayla Mars and Leiko, welcome to the Turtle Dojo. Unfortunately, you just missed Ziber. However, we're gearing up for the tournament as well. So, how about showin' me what you got?" Seri would assume her battle pose once more, but she wouldn't power up. Before they began, however, she looked over to Spike. "Hey, you better get ready. I'll be throwin' attacks your way. You're joining this tournament if you want answers. Trust me, that's the only way you'll get them. I speak from experience."
[TEACHER TRAINING START]
『"I will never be forgotten! Everyone will know my name!"』
