Author's notes: I had entire pages worth of paragraphs to discuss the Ranma issue, because people keep bothering me about that, originally I was having pretty good advances on this chapter. I thought it would only take me two weeks to get this capter ready, but then another goddamned seminar I had to attend snuck up on me and an entire week of potential progress went down the drain.
So I'll leave all that for another chapter, right now I just want to upload this chapter already.
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THIS CHAPTER IS UPLOADED ON THE 24/06/2021
Training Time!
Part 5
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The clapping of loud dry impacts was clearly heard on a semi-occupied training field, one of the many workout areas that could be found inside the compound of the former YAMI. Lind was busy kicking a wooden dummy, an action she had been doing for hours upon hours until late into the night, focusing with such a mechanical drive as to polish her technique to perfection.
Such a pin-point concentration from the exiled Goddess would usually be a thing of praise, if she weren't looking so haggard and spent while doing it.
Her countenance was ghastly as an air of exhaustion was clearly palpable emanating from her, her uniform normally immaculate was wrinkled and worn as dark bags under her eyes could easily be seen without difficulty. Her entire semblance emitted such a thick weariness that even those who got near her suddenly began to feel tired as they watched her train.
Letting out an exhalation of fatigue, Lind tried to remain on her feet by using her knees as support, leaning heavily over them with her hands before wiping out the thick sweat from her forehead with an arm. Piccolo and some of the other masters went to approach her, after having been informed of the many hours she had been spending training without pause or rest.
Pan too had come with them. "Lind! Hey! How are you doing…?" She asked aloud, drawing the attention of the blue-haired goddess.
Lind glanced over her shoulder, heaving with difficulty. "Oh…? Hey Pan…" She greeted with a half-dispirited wave before going back to kick the dummy.
"Are you alright…?" Pan asked with some concern as she had never seen the disgraced Goddess looking so bedraggled before.
"I'm fine… I am just… Training… Keeping my skills sharp as they should be…" Lind replied, huffing and puffing with each word she uttered as she continued raining down kicks upon the hapless dummy.
"You don't look as if you're having a very easy time at it…" The alien girl said, a gross understatement but she was trying to be diplomatic about it. Usually she wouldn't bother with such, but… Lind was one of the few people on this planet she actually liked, having exchanged blows with her and getting in a lot of trouble together because of it and such.
"Nnnnh… I admit, I am finding it much more difficult to perform to the same standards I normally hold. It used to be much easier before…" Lind trailed off; her brow furrowed as a thought began to take hold on her mind.
"How many hours do you usually train?" Pan inquired, interrupting the Goddess' train of thought.
"Eh? When off duty or during it?" The goddess replied half-absentmindedly before trying to resume her exercise.
"Let's go with off duty…" The alien girl stated with some uncertainty.
Lind kept tossing kicks at the wooden dummy, trying to maintain the same performance on each one, but it was obvious she was struggling. "When I'm off duty… I usually train my skills for twenty hours straight a day or more. Sometimes I spend entire days doing nothing more but polishing my skills. As the Valkyrie of war, it is my duty to master every single form of warcraft and martial art known to man…" Those who were listening to the conversation were left stunned stupid at the admission, finding such long stretch of time to be quite excessive for most standards.
"Oh my god girl don't tell me you've been in here training since dawn!?" Master Akisame Koetsuji exclaimed, evident shock in his features.
"I haven't been training since dawn…" Lind answered back nonchalantly without turning, briefly soothing some of the worries that had suddenly sprouted on the minds of the witnessing Grandmasters. It didn't last, as the Goddess next sentence shattered all sense of reassurance. "I've been training for the last three days without pause…" She stated as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"THREE DAYS!" All of the Ryozanpaku masters, and almost all from YAMI too (Except for Kushinada, who only limited herself to stare with a deadpan) alongside the Z fighters exclaimed in disbelief.
"What the hell is wrong with your head girl!?" Piccolo exclaimed in a tone of voice that was equal parts stupefied and displeased. "What could possibly made you think it was a good idea to keep training for such an extended amount of time without rest!?" He demanded with an expression that told she better had a good answer at the ready if she knew what was best for her.
"Mmmmh… That is the case for mortals… But I am a goddess… I am not constrained by the same impediments as the rest of you… My body was designed with much different specifications in mind…" Her motion came to an abrupt halt as she felt all of her energy evaporating all of a sudden, leaving her perplexed and with no strength left for her legs to support the weight of her own body.
Her knees buckled and she began to fall backwards, a look of utter surprise on her face. Luckily Pan was there to catch her, pushing up with both hands at her back from underneath to keep her from toppling over. "Lind! Are you okay!" The half-breed Saiyan girl exclaimed in alarm, worried for the exiled Goddess.
Lind blinked, unsure as to why her strength renounced her, a look of complete incomprehension on her face. "I don't understand… Why I am having so much trouble in upholding the same benchmark that I've always fulfilled…? It all used to be so much easier when I was training back in Heaven…" She confessed, her expression turning even more sullen in dismay.
"Exactly! When you were in Heaven! Right there is the answer!" Pan declared, an incensed look on her face. "Remember! You were expelled from heaven and a great deal of your power sealed, leaving you to be subjected to the same constraints and limitations we have as mortals!"
A look of realization fell upon Lind's features, her eyes widening a bit, but there was barely any sort of reaction outside that. "Oh…?" It was all she managed.
Piccolo raised an incredulous brow. "That's all you have to say girl!? Oh…! Just how many needs of your body have you been ignoring since you were exiled to this planet? When was the last time you slept or ate something!?" He demanded with a tone of impatience.
A loud growl was the answer to his inquiry, like the rumblings of a starved beast in search of prey. A strong crimson blush bloomed on Lind's face, feeling a great dealing of embarrassment at being seeing in a less than stellar condition.
Piccolo just stared with a pointed look, unsurprised at having received such answer. "Right… I want you out of this field right this instant! No more training for you until you've had a chance to sleep and eat something…" He commanded in a tone that brooked no argument before turning towards Pan. "Pan, escort her to the showers and make sure to take the stink out of her before leading her to the mess hall and ensure she grabs a bite. After that, find an empty bunk or something where to drop her and see for yourself she gets some rest!"
Pan acknowledged with a nod. "Yes Piccolo-sensei…"
Lind began to complain. "I… do not… need…"
But she was interrupted by the Namekian before she had a chance to finish her sentence. "Yes, you do! The Kaios save me from over-eager brats who don't know when to stop training before crippling themselves! Pan! Get her out of here now before I bury her on an early grave myself!" He exclaimed; all patience spent as he signaled harshly with an arm.
Belldandy appeared, floating down into scene, her wings at full display on her back before she touched ground and approached the Namekian. Her pinioned appendages disappearing in a swirl of feathers as her sisters appeared trailing after her in the same fashion before dismissing their own wings. "Please! Allow us to assist in taking care of Lind…" She petitioned to the former Daimao.
"Tsk! Do whatever you want girl, just make sure to get this thoughtless fool away from my sight in the next three seconds!" Piccolo barked back, clicking his tongue on his teeth.
Belldandy offered a bow in gratitude. "Thank you…" She said, before she and her sisters moving on to assist Pan with Lind.
The Blue-haired goddess was feeling highly mortified at being tugged about like a rowdy child, she was of the mind of resisting all these unnecessary attentions but she found her body too heavy and tired to bother herself with even the slightest of token resistance.
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The students and apprentices were standing in the middle of a training field preparing for another of master Roshi's lessons, when Sakura stepped into scene being followed by several other young men and women around her same age before approaching Pan.
The alien girl just glanced the newcomers with a mild look of interest. "Who are all these people Sakura, friends of yours…?" She asked with raised eyebrow.
Kasugano simply shrugged unconcerned. "These are my childhood friends: Hinata Wakaba and Natsu Ayuhara…" She said, pointing towards a short brown-haired girl wearing a white headband on her forehead, a blue sleeveless shirt under a short sleeve white button shirt with a pink ribbon in the collar, blue skirt, white socks, and white and yellow sneakers; and a short-length dark blue haired girl with long fringes and blue eyes, wearing a red long sleeve collar shirt with white spiral design on her shirt with an emblem on her left chest, dark red belt and red short shorts.
"Plus some of my classmates from school and other students that I know from other schools, rivals and such that I've exchanged some fisticuffs with and wished to tag along…" Sakura added.
"I figure they must be wishing to join the lessons given by my senseis…" Pan stated, knowing exactly what is that young fighters would want out of her to bother coming all the way into meeting her.
"Pretty much, yeah…" Sakura bluntly said, not seeing the point in divert from the reason as to why she's bringing her acquaintances along.
"Very well… Would you mind doing the introductions then…"
Sakura did so, presenting each student one at a time and giving a small introduction about them:
From Taiyo Highschool: Hinata Wakaba whom she has already been introduced. Batsu Ichimonji; a short spiked black-haired boy with black eyes and an X-shaped scar on the right side of his forehead, wearing a blue long sleeve short jacket under a gray sleeveless mesh shirt with two light blue lines in both sides, blue pants, shins, and red and white rubber sneakers. He also wears red fingerless gloves on both of his hands.
Kyosuke Kagami: A boy with short orange hair, brown eyes wearing eyeglasses and an outfit composed of a white school jacket with red interior under a black long sleeve v-neck shirt with the emblem of his school on both on his white collar, white pants, and white, black and yellow shoes.
Ran Hibiki: A girl with long dark purple hair tied in a high ponytail, black eyes and orange sunglasses as her headband. She wears a blue openly down vest under a long sleeve white buttoned shirt which is folded below the elbows, a pink ribbon on the collar, sky blue skirt, black fingerless gloves, black socks and red shoes. She's also wearing black cycling shorts underneath her skirt, and a red press logo on the left side of her shoulder.
From Gorin High School: Natsu Ayuhara; whom Sakura has already introduced. Shoma Sawamura, a short black-haired boy with spike fringes in the center of his head. He wears a white baseball cap and has a bandage in the center of his nose. His outfit is composed of a white short-sleeved baseball shirt under a long sleeve black shirt, baseball pants, black socks and baseball shoes.
Roberto Miura: A boy with medium-length fluffy neck brown hair who wears a blue opened cap to conceal his eyes. His outfit being a long sleeve yellow and blue stripe collared jersey with the emblem of his school on his right chest, blue shorts with white folded sleeves, yellow socks and navy blue and red sneakers. He has extra blue lines on both sleeves of his shirt and he also wears red and black gloves.
Nagare Namikawa: A boy wearing only a swimming cap with goggles on his head with his outfit being an opened green jacket with two emblems of his school on both of his shoulders, black and white swimming trunks and black and yellow aquatic flippers. He also wears two kickboards in both of his hands.
Pan just stared at this last boy with a dumbfounded expression. "Dude… What the hell!? You do understand you are not inside a pool? Why are you wiggling your semi-naked butt around for all of us to see?" She inquired with mild exasperation.
"I have nothing to be ashamed of…" The tall boy with an overly serious expression plainly said as he flexed his arms up to put some muscle on display. And indeed… There was certainly nothing in his impressive physique to be embarrassed about.
The alien girl simply stood there with a bamboozled face as if she was trying to come up with a reply, but her brain kept falling short of composing a proper answer. A sentiment that was shared by most of the other people present in the field with her. It was Ranma of all people who came up to her rescue.
"You know he is right Pan… If you have it, flaunt it…" He simply stated as he flicked his pigtail back over his shoulder.
Momoyo agreed with a nod. "That's right! No need to be ashamed of your superior looks, haters gonna hate either way…" She declared with a wicked grin as she posed with a hand to her hips while passing her other arm underneath her generous assets to draw all gazes.
"Agreed…" Vega showed his approval as he took of his mask to reveal his Prince Charming features while he flicked his hair with one hand as he did a turn of the neck worthy of any runway model. "Why should you concern yourself with the opinion of petty little people jealous of your looks?" He said in the most vain and contemptuous tone ever.
"The correct answer is… Of course, you don't…! You leave them behind staring at the afterimages of your sparkling taillights and stewing in their own envy!" Rachel Stanley boisterously declared her agreement as she leaned over Vega's side like a Pin-up model, leg bent and raised high as she rubbed it with Vega's own while hugging his torso, one hand pressing on his chest.
Morrigan Aesland began to laugh loudly and merrily, as she found the entire situation exceedingly entertaining, but everybody could detect her approval on her timbre.
"Wow, I had forgotten just how vain and superficial you people are…?" Pan stated with a deadpan, staring at the clique of narcissists.
Urd shrugged at that. "They are not wrong you know… Even I agree with what they say…" She said with a flick of her own hair and outing her own airs. Which caused many of the fighters present to stare at her in stupefaction.
Skuld turned towards her eldest sister before, with a jump, slamming her toy mallet on the top of her head. "URD-NO-BAKA! Do not enable them!"
"AGH! THAT HURTS! THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PIPSQUEAK!"
"See… We got the approval of a goddess herself, that simply proves the truth in our words…" Vega egocentrically declared, ignoring the spat between the divine siblings as he grabbed Rachel by the waist with a hand and pressed her further towards him, the girl simply giving an even more prominent pearly white smile in response and taking the opportunity to feel him up a little as she rubbed herself on him further.
"And with that said we better continue with these introductions…" Pan said, deciding to ignore the antics of her minions and focusing back to the matter at hand.
So, that's exactly what Sakura did as she called forth the students from the next school.
From Gedo Highschool: Daigo Kazama; a tall muscle-bound boy with short-spiked black hair that has an upper spike fringe on his head and black eyes. He has a scar on his right eye. His outfit seems like that of a stereotypical Japanese school gangster, a black long school jacket with purple interior under a white short-sleeved shirt, black school pants and black shoes.
And finally, from Pacific Highschool: Roy Bromwell, a short blond-haired boy with long fringes on both sides of his hair and two upper fringes in the center of his head. He's wearing a red formal vest under a long sleeve white buttoned shirt which is folded below to his mid-arm with a long red tie on the collar of his button shirt. He also sports a black belt to his waist, denim pants and black and red sneakers, plus black fingerless gloves and a silver watch on his left wrist.
Tifanny Lords: A girl with long and curly blonde hair which is tied in a ponytail with a long distinctive curly fringe in the center of her head. She wears a long-sleeved white and blue high neck leotard with a star design that shows her cleavage with a white and black line skirt on each side of her waist. She also wears red and white thigh-high boots with a golden star in the center of her folded sleeve on her boots and boxing gloves with a white star design in both of her fists as her long sleeves has white lines with a Pacific logo in each side and two yellow stars on both of her shoulders.
"Well I suppose is nice meeting all of you guys… At least this is one of best first meetings I've had since I've been on this planet…" The alien girl idly commented before digging further into the subject. "So, you too want to become stronger martial artists?" She inquired with mild curiosity.
The blue clad-boy that had the looks of a thug, Batsu Ichimonji, shook his head sideways in a negative. "Not really, I mean I don't deny it will be nice to become stronger by going through the kind of training your senseis are offering. But the real reason most of us are here is because we are interested in the psychic lessons being given… Especially those about defending your mind from mental attacks…" He stated by making emphasis with a nod.
"You want to become psychics?" Pan asked in surprise, since most of the students that came looking for her only cared about getting stronger in the physical sense.
The bespectacled white-clad boy, Kyosuke Kagami, answered that question as he fixed his glasses over the bridge of his nose with a hand. "Our schools had to deal with a bit of a crisis last year due to the evil plans of a psychic…"
And thus Kyosuke began to tell their story, how all of the sudden the schools from Aoharu city became the victims of a series of unknown attacks and kidnappings of their students and staff. How all of the students here present, whether on their own or in groups decided for their own reasons to investigate these attacks and find the one responsible for them. The trail led them to the elite school Justice High as the one behind these crimes, with the principal Raizo Imawano as the mastermind responsible for the entire thing, only to be revealed that Raizo himself was but a mere puppet that had been brainwashed to do the bidding of his nephew Hyo Imawano, who also had Kyosuke working for him as they are twin brothers until Kyosuke decided to change allegiances and defected to Batsu's side.
Iyo's ambition was to take over all the schools so that he could build an army which he would use to reform and take over Japan and the rest of the world by force. He was defeated of course, and Kyosuke was able to convince his brother that force was not the way to achieve his dreams, that there are better ways to change the world rather than through the use of force. Hyo accepted his wrongdoings and eventually apologized and reconciled with Kyosuke alongside the rest of the students that were affected by his attacks.
"Ah… Global Domination… How cliché…" Pan declares in a less than impressed tone of voice.
"How the hell did this Hyo expected to be able to conquer the world by taking over all the schools of a medium size Japanese city?" Crimson Viper inquired with a stumped expression. "That makes no sense, it is an idiotic plan!?"
"I see you have no appreciation for the classics…" Ken Masters said as he idly scratched the bridge of his nose.
Hinata Wakaba perked up at seeing Ken, pointing at the blonde martial artist with a finger. "OH MY GOD KEN MASTERS! You're my idol! I learned how to fight thanks to your online fighting school!"
Ken laughed good-naturedly at that. "It's always nice to meet a satisfied costumer!"
Belldandy suddenly appeared floating at Kyosuke's side. "Regardless, I for one I'm pleased that you were able to convince your brother from turning away from the path of evil… You are a good boy and the loyalty towards your family speaks well of your integrity." She said with a happy face before patting Kyosuke in the head. The young orange-haired boy was so startled by the sudden caress that he was unable to formulate any response, he could just stand there as he stammered on his words with a bewildered expression as his entire body began to turn red like a boiling kettle.
The laugh of his friends finding amusement on his misfortune did not wait, especially with how loud Batsu was cackling.
"So, that is a thing that also happens in this country? Rogue psychics attacking schools? Just great, as if I hadn't dealt with enough shit already… Well, at the very least I should thank you all for bringing this issue to my attention. And I can see why you have such a great interest in Tien Shinhan's psychic lessons considering your need to defend yourselves from such attacks…" Pan spoke, ignoring the ensuing antics in order to get things back in track. "Though there's something I would like to known… Where is this Iyo? It is strange he didn't accompanied you lot after he had supposedly apologized for the crimes he committed against all of you…?" She asked, glancing in all directions to search for the boy in question.
Kyosuke shook his head to get rid of his astonishment and turned towards the alien girl. "Honestly… I don't exactly know where my brother is… He disappeared after apologizing to everybody for what he had done and I haven't seen him since…" He confessed, knowing how badly it looked for him not to know the answer.
"Yup… That will certainly not come back to bite you in the ass…" Pan said with no small amount of sarcasm. Kyouske couldn't do anything but frown heavily at her words.
"Does not matter whether Hyo remains true to his word or not. With your training, we'll make sure to be able to kick that temee's ass if he tries to make trouble again!" Batsu Ichimonji declared boisterously. Pumping an arm up in emphasis.
Pan grinned at that. "You I like, that is a very Saiyan attitude to have…" She states, pointing at him.
Hinata Wakaba shook her head. "As much I don't like the way Batsu expressed it, I have to agree with the sentiment, we need to be ready in case someone else tries to brainwash students in order to use them as pawns to commit crimes."
Before anyone could say anything else, Tien Shinhan interjected in the conversation. "I have no problem having you children joining our lessons, in fact I applaud your initiative to go in search for a solution to your problem rather than wait for another crisis to arrive before doing anything. But I will warn you I will not tolerate slackers during my lessons, developing your psyche to protect yourself against mind control and assaults is possible. But it is not easy, it requires dedication in order to achieve result. Like sharpening a sword to make sure it is able to cut through any target with ease, your mind too will require constant reinforcement and meditation for you to develop your defenses. I will have to give you a personal attention and an extensive instruction to foster the discipline necessary to develop your mental faculties since you all are in a greater need than most other students to develop your mental skills, and for good reasons.
"Soooo... Does that means you accept to teach us…?" Tiffany Lords simply asked with an expression that told she hadn't really understood what Tien Shinhan had just say. It was clear that the girl wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Tien just gestured with a flick of his neck. "C'mon, start moving. We begin immediately…"
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The ground of the training yard was disturbed as a beaten bloodied body ponderously fell to his knees upon it with great clamor, it was a tall hulking muscle-bound boy that had the looks of a Yakuza's thug dressed in nothing more but a Fundoshi (Japanese loincloth) that put his impressive physique in display but also showed the numerous myriads of scars that dotted his entire body, prominently among them were those that riddles his entire and made his back tattoo to look like a jigsaw puzzle and a big X shaped scar in the middle of his face that marred his otherwise stern features.
The boy had simply appeared at the gates of the YAMI compound one morning, dressed in an immaculate white suit and politely requested to challenge the strongest among Pan's followers and students after introducing himself as Kaoru Hanayama. When prompted to elaborate further, he specified he wanted to face and defeat strong opponents so that he himself could grow stronger. He specified he had no interest in fighting Pan, as there would be very little that he could learn by fighting someone that could defeat him in a single hit.
Piccolo was intrigued by his request, as Hanayama is the first person to request challenging those that are training under the Z-fighters wings rather than ask for training for himself. Pan too had to admit she was interested in this proposal, and Krillin, Tien and Master Roshi saw nothing wrong in someone wishing to challenge their martial arts schools. Thus, Hanayama's request was accepted and he was allowed to face against hand-picked warriors from among the ranks of the students and those that followed Pan.
Nagi asked to go first, saying he hasn't had a good fight in a while, and he wished to see how much he has improved after undergoing through the turtle-school training regimen. Hanayama's answer was to simply take off his suit without a word as he stared intently at Nagi, putting his impressive physique into display until he was down to nothing more but his Fundoshi, something that Shigure Kosaka approved of greatly. Though not because she liked to ogle musclebound boys, but because she was a staunch traditionalist that always wanted people to dress and train in a manner befitting the old ways.
In any case, regarding Nagi's question regarding how much he has improved: The answer was a lot, as his kicks and punches were so fast and devastating that he has able to break through Kaoru's defenses and cause visible pain to the towering boy despite him blocking all of Nagi's attacks.
Hanayama was not dismayed by this, and in fact found the entire situation to his great liking as he could go all out without hesitation, however, it was clear that Nagi had a solid chance of defeating the hulking boy as his hits were more than capable of rattling Kaoru's semblance while on his feet. That is, until Hanayama managed to take hold of Nagi's arm and began to apply a monstruous unbelievable pressure with the grip of his hands alone, literally detonating the blood vessels on Nagi's arm nerves while also fracturing his bones in the process all the while the blond boy letting out a horrified scream at having his limb incapacitated in such a brutal fashion.
Those who were watching had to admit that they were impressed at the sheer grip strength that Hanayama must possess in order to pull off a stunt like that, even the likes of Eighteen and the rest of the Z fighters had been caught by surprise. The match was about to be called to a halt but Nagi refused to be pulled back out loud.
"No! I can still fight! This is exactly the type of fight I wanted! And I'm still on my feet!" He exclaimed loudly, putting some distance between him and Hanayama with a single skip as Aya looked in his direction with worry clear visible in her eyes. Much unlike her sister Maya, who simply stared with folded arms and a serious expression on her face as her eyes took notice of every single minute development.
"Tsk…! Stubborn child, but fine… It's your funeral…" Piccolo simply replied before signaling for the match to continue.
By now it was clear that Nagi was much warier of facing Hanayama than in the previous round, as his approach became more calculated and his attacks more careful. Making sure to keep enough distance from the hulking boy as he dodged his attacks and waited for the right moment to deliver a well-aimed and devastating kick of his own.
Hanayama's countenance began to turn haggard as the blood slowly ran down from his face after enduring many accurate blows from the much smaller Nagi. It was clear that if he didn't find a way to turn the tables around, he would inevitably end up losing to the young wielder of the dragon fist. With a dangerous glint in his eyes, Kaoru surged forward as Nagi launched another kick at him, striking on his right side in full and breaking a couple of his ribs.
But the hulking boy simply ignored any pain and grasped down with his arms, taking hold of Nagi's offending leg before he had a chance to move away. A look of disheartenment fell upon the blond as he knew exactly what was about to happing, Kaoru smiling maliciously in confirmation. Nagi started to toss blows with his remaining uninjured arm, but it was too late to make Hanayama stray from his course of action as he simply tanked the awkward desperate attacks made by the smaller blonde as he applied more and more pressure to his trapped leg. The pain soon followed and Nagi again began to scream in agony.
The inevitable happened, and the blood vessels of Souichiro's leg exploded just like those of his arm, incapacitating another one of his limbs. Piccolo immediately intervened at that. "That's it boy! You're out!" He called, bringing the duel to an end.
Hanayama let go of Nagi's leg at once and retreated a few steps as he lowered his guard stance, allowing the blonde boy to be assisted by his friends and taken to the infirmary. Bob tossed a long glare towards Hanayama for the injuries he had inflicted to his best friend. Hanayama simply enduring the vitriol-filled stare in silence without any discernible reaction on his blood-soaked face, permitting Nagi to be withdrew from the premises in good order.
Piccolo simply gave a measuring look at the towering boy as Nagi was evacuated. "Impressive display… It is clear you are a warrior with some hidden talents…" He commented.
Hanyama remained expressionless and simply limited himself to give a non-committal grunt as response.
"So… Have you had enough, or do you wish to challenge someone else…?" Piccolo inquired.
"I am still in good enough condition to continue… If you allow me…" Hanayama replied with a polite bow.
"Very well…" The Namekian remarked. "Any preference over who you would wish to fight next…?" He idly inquired in a bored tone.
"Whoever you deem worthy will be fine…" It was the succinct response that followed.
Piccolo stood silent after that, taking a moment to roam his eyes over the crowd of students and apprentices, thinking who could make a decent challenge for the hulking boy. "Shuyu… You're up…" He said out loud, calling for Hakufu's cousin who was tensely watching over the fighting circle and was caught completely flat-footed at hearing his name.
"C'mon Koukin you can do it! I know you are strong!?" Hakufu cheered in support of her cousin before pushing said boy into the circle, much to his great consternation.
"W-wait a minute Hakufu, I'm not yet ready!" He exclaimed futilely for all the good it did him as he fumbled into the fighting ground. Looking up at the unchanging expression of Hanayama, the young boy winced in resignation, mentally preparing for the battle ahead.
"Goddammit, it had to be my luck…" Koukin grumbled under his breath before raising up his guard. Hanayama presence visibly changed as his fighting spirit came to the fore for the impending struggle
"FIGHT!" Piccolo called out, and Kaoru simply rushed head without a second to waste, intending with crushing his opponent from the get-go.
Koukin was deeply unsettled at seeing such imposing wall of muscle coming at him, but he steeled himself and launched a single perfectly executed straight punch that struck Hanayama right in the middle of the sternum. A loud clap was heard as the air was displaced by the sheer force of the impact, being great enough as to push the hulking boy back against his will several feet, his feet dragging and gouging small trenches on the ground.
Hanayama visibly staggered on his feet for a moment after such a punch, it appeared he was about to topple, but he forcefully recomposed himself at the last moment, planting both of his feet firmly on the ground to maintain his balance.
Koukin let out a sigh of dismay, seeing how his attempt to ensure a short battle had failed. Kaoru then stood at his full towering height and smack one arm upon a broad pectoral to signal he was fine after that punch before retaking his guard stance.
The young Toushi shook his head, before rushing at the hulking boy as to try to take the initiative from him before he had a chance of doing anything, jumping at Hanayama with a crescent moon kick. Rather than trying to block and parry the kick, Kaoru rushed towards his opponent to meet the attack head on, guard raised high to protect his head and upper body.
Koukin was unable to complete the full motion of the kick due to Hanayama having closed distance in anticipation, even though the attack struck it had only been capable o gathering half of its intended momentum and thus Hanayama was able to tank without much issue with his right arm despite the kick being still powerful enough to rattle his teeth. But thanks to his quick thinking, Kaoru was in a perfect position to snatch Koukin out of the air with his other arm and slam him painfully into the ground, the Toushi actually bouncing a little due to the sheer force.
Koukin only had the time to let out a pitiful groan before rolling to a side in a hurry as Hanayama smashed a sturdy-thick leg right on the spot he had just been occupying, hitting the ground so hard as to break it apart and forming spider-web fissures.
The Toushi quickly scrambled to get back on his feet and lashed at Hanayama with a punch. The hulking boy decided to forego defense and with a roar he braced his body and tanked the strike in full as it hit his sternum, blood spilling from Hanyama's mouth due to the great force that the punch carried behind.
Koukin reared and turned to throw another punch with his other hand, but Hanayama was already expecting such a move and brought down one of his arms in a ponderous axe handle strike. Since Koukin was already committed to his own attack, he was unable to dodge as he struck Hanayama on his left side, the punch so strong as to make Hanayama visibly wince, but he ignored the pain and successfully connected his own strike atop the Toushi's head and drove him face-first into the ground again.
Hanayama grabbed his injured side as he heaved long drawn breaths, showing that Koukin's hit had caused him some real damage. But at seeing the young Toushi groaning from the ground and lifting himself to all fours and shake his head to try get his head in order again, Hanayama knew he had no time to rest. So, he simply bent to pick up Koukin and lifted him until he was high above his shoulders, Hanayama standing to his full height as he held the young Toushi aloft. .Koukin managed to shake off his daze from the previous hit to the head, only to suddenly realize the precarious situation he was currently in.
"W-Wait, Hold on!" It was all that Koukin was able to say in a panic before Hanayama slammed him to the ground with an earth-shattering power-bomb, impacting his head in full upon the dirt and causing blood and vomit to surge from Koukin's mouth like a fountain, spilling and staining all over his face with the barf juice as Hanyama kept his hold on him while getting to a sitting position on the shattered earth in a single move. A stream of exclamations of disgust did not wait long to be heard through the entire length of the training grounds.
Hanyama blinked after seeing such display, not having expected quite the extreme reaction to his technique. Kaoru decided to take pity on the Toushi so he simply got back to his feet, looking down on the miserable Koukin as he towered over him, the young boy seemingly deaf to the entire world as he writhed on the ground in complete disorientation. Therefore, Hanayama just punted Koukin right in the face with the toes of his left feet, effectively turning off the lights on the young Toushi and sparing him any further misery.
Koukin just plopped upon the ground like a stringless puppet and at last stopped from moving, causing Piccolo to call out the match. "That's it… This match is done!" He declared, signaling for some of the students to retrieve Koukin and escort him to the infirmary.
Hakufu slumped her shoulders in dejection. "Awww Koukin… You lost…" She whined like a little child, lowering until she was able to hug her knees while drawing circles in the dirt with a free hand.
Hanayama heaved ponderously, breathing becoming something painful to do as he turned his head and spat a wad of phlegm and blood to the ground before crossing his arms and hugging his injured sides. Nagi having broken some ribs on his right side while Koukin had banged up on his left.
Piccolo just stared at the hulking boy with an unfazed expression. "Ready to continue or do you wish to call quits already?" He asked in a non-committal tone.
"I'm still good to go…" Kaoru replied, forehead completely matted in sweat and blood.
"Right… Next will be…" Before Piccolo could finish, he was interrupted by Shimei Ryomou speaking out loud.
"I wish to fight him next Piccolo-sensei…" She exclaimed taking a step forward towards the circle.
The Namekian gave the eye-patch wearing girl a considering look for a straight heartbeat before giving a stiff nod in agreement. "Very well, you're up next girl. Make sure not to do as badly as the two before you…" It was all he said before settling the matter close.
Ryomou simply stepped into the circle as she donned her fighting gloves before giving a sinister smile towards Hanayama. "Do not worry, this will not last long…"
Hanayama said nothing and simply prepared for the next fight raising his guard up.
The girl ducked all of a sudden and rushed at him from a very low angle at a neck-breaking speed, almost brushing the ground with her body. Kaoru grunted in displeasure, knowing this was going to be a troublesome fight due to his size as he hopped back to avoid a sweeping kick from the blue-haired girl.
Before he had a chance to counteract, Ryomou followed her assault by springing high into the air from her low position. Hugging her knees as she spun like a ball before suddenly stretching her entire body to try to smash bot of her feet into his face.
Hanayama blocked by crossing his arms in front of him, but Ryomu used his guard as a springboard. Bending her knees as she took hold of his arms with her hands, before pushing herself forward like a gymnastic, spinning her entire body back to front in an 270 degree angle to somersault over him with another spin and slam a foot on the back of his head.
The strike causing Hanayama's skull to rattle as he lurched forward a step due to the impact and momentarily caused him to lower his guard. That was all the time that Ryomou needed to capitalize with her next move.
There was the sound of a mettalic click, and suddenly Hanayama found his arms being pulled in contradictory directions, left to right and right to left until his arms were wrapped around his neck and he felt being pulled back against his will. Ryomou having closed a set of handcuffs joined by a long chain around his wrists to immobilize his arms while she yanked them back on opposite directions.
"Got you! Feh… They always fall for the same trick, all muscle and no brain…" Ryomou disdainfully said as she pulled on the chain to tighten Hanayama's arms around his neck while pressing on his head from behind with both feet, the girl almost hanging upside-down from the Hulking boy's back as she used both ends of her chain to uphold herself and continuing pushing with her feet, her knees bent to help stabilize herself better, causing her to stick her butt up. Hanayama could do nothing but grit his teeth as he was being suffocated with his own limbs, leaving him completely helpless and unable to retaliate.
"You should give up, otherwise I'll have to get ruff…" Ryomou mocked with a devilish grin as she kept yanking her chain and pushing with her feet. Normally when she uses this technique, she tends to give quite the peepshow by leaving her panties completely bare for the entire world to see as she sticks her butt high. But since Piccolo was serious on enforcing a proper training clothes rule, which meant no maid costume and mini-skirt for her, all she was showing was her gym shorts. Which by the way were pretty tight as they hugged her skin, which still gave quite the spectacle just not as obscene as flashing panties would be.
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"I'm liking the view from here very much…" Juri said with a shameless smile as she ogled Ryomou's tight buttocks, only to be cuffed on the head by Kushinada. "Ouch! You ancient hag!"
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Meanwhile, Hanayama was getting furious, he wasn't going to let himself be defeated in such an ignoble manner. With his eyes shining red in fury, Kaoru pulled with his arms with all his strength. Slowly, painfully he began to take ground from the blue-haired Toushi, which only managed to piss her off and start kicking him on the back on his head. The impacts were disorienting, but Hanayama ignored them the best he could, he bent his body forward a little to build impulse before rushing backwards with all the speed he could muster, uncaring of what or who might be in his way.
The students watching from outside the circle quickly scampered away, not wanting to be trampled by such a wall of muscle. Ryomou was less than pleased at this sudden turn of events. "What the hell are you doing!" She called from her overturned position as Hanayama kept running backwards without seeing where he was going. "W-Wait!" The female Toushi called in a panic.
Before being rammed into a tree and squashed like a bug by Hanayama's back. "AAAARGH!" She exclaimed in pain, losing her foothold on his head but unwilling to let go off her chain. Sensing that Hanayama was about to pull back to try to ramm her into the tree again, and not wishing to fall and be left hanging from his back, Ryomou passed her legs around Kaoru's neck from behind to try to strangle him with her tights.
That plan might have worked with anyone else, But Hanayama's neck was so thick with muscle that he was barely able to feel anything. So, he pushed himself forward again, ignoring Ryomou's desperate attempts to squeeze his trachea, and for a second time he smashed his back into the tree, causing a great deal of damage to the girl hanging from him.
Again, and again the towering boy kept ramming at the tree to dislodge the girl from his back, until on the fifth time, the tree was no longer able to resist such offensive and ended up splinting in half by the trunk. The loud sound of timber falling was heard for a moment before a loud crash marked the collapse of the tree. Hanayama, however, had gathered enough strength to breach through the entire tree trunk and end up falling to the ground on his back with Ryomou still hanging from him opposite to where the tree crashed. Obviously, the blue-haired girl was in less than optimal conditions after the entire debacle.
"Uuuugh…" The girl groaned in pained as Hanayama stood to his full height again, by now the female Toushi was little more than an unresponsive ragdoll swaying from behind Hanayama's shoulders, the only reason why she hadn't fallen to the ground yet was because she was still stubbornly holding to her chain.
Feeling how the tables had turned, Kaoru grinned maliciously before pulling at the chains handcuffed to his wrists with all the strength of his arms as he bent forward, managing to yank Ryomou from his back in a single movement, hauling her over his head and shoulders before violently slamming her into the ground at his feet. The girl grunting in pain as she writhed in agony and brought both of her hands to her lower back due to the impact to her spine, there was no time for her to lick her wounds as Hanayama slammed a foot upon her stomach that made her retch blood. She was left curled in a fetal position clutching her now injured abdomen.
Hanayama just stared down at her with an expressionless blood-soaked face, before bending down and picking her up by the hair, the girl gritting her teeth in both rage and impotence. "Nhhhh… Bastard!" It was all she could mutter through blood-stained lips.
"Go to sleep…" Hanayama simply said, before smashing his knee in full on her face and effectively knocking her out. The hulking boy let go of the now unresponsive Ryomou who just dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"Yeah, I think that's the match right there…" Piccolo called, bringing an official end to the fight.
Krillin turned at him with a perplexed expression. "Aren't you going to say anything about Hanyama having gotten out of bounds?" He asked with obvious confusion.
"This is no martials arts tournament, if the kids want to beat the crap put of each other, then they must do everything in their arsenal in order to win. Ryomou using her chains and handcuffs might be smart against lesser enemies, but not enough towards someone like Hanayama. It is a good lesson for them to learn, petty tricks will always fall short when facing superior opponents. The children need to learn not to play games when fighting… At any rate, have you at last had enough boy, or do you wish to move to the next battle…?" The Namekian lectured uncaringly before addressing the tall scar-riddled boy.
"I can still fight…" It was all he said.
"Your funeral…" It was all that Piccolo said before he began to scan the crowd for the next tribute.
Natsu Tanimoto stepped to the front in all his hooded glory, turning towards Piccolo before kneeling and placing his right hand over his heart. "Allow me the honor of this next battle Piccolo-sensei…" He said in a polite tone.
Piccolo just turned his head to look at Tanimoto with a considering expression. "That would be a little too overkill considering the boy's condition. But alright Tanimoto, I'll give you the honor of giving him the coup-de-grace. Just keep it inside the fighting circle this time the both of you." He said with a dismissive gesture of his hand.
A nod of acquiescence was all he got before Natsu proceeded to enter the circle, Hanayama said nothing and simply went to stand on his respective spot. Natsu gave a greeting bow towards his opponent before assuming his usual fighting stance, Hanayama did the same and both fighters simply stood there staring at each other as they waited for the starting signal.
"FIGHT!"
"HYAAAAAA" Hanyama rushed at his opponent trying to gain the initiative. But Tanimoto simply retaliated with a direct palm strike to Kaoru's front, bringing the hulking boy offensive to a jarring halt as all the air of his lungs was expelled in an instant.
A look of utter shock was plastered of Hanayama's face, even the onlookers were surprised at the sheer effectiveness of Tanimoto's attack. "Hmmmph…" Hermit grunted under his breath, before he pulled at Hanayama's arms downwards to start wailing a barrage of punches on his unprotected body. Kaoru was unable to offer any kind of reaction as the sheer strength of the strikes rendered him virtually cripple. Tanimoto finished his offensive with an upward palm strike to Hanayama's chin that almost managed to fracture his jaw, before following up with a Kyousa (two weak attacks on the enemy's side with little effect, followed up by a third primary attack at the center of the stomach to augment the damage) causing Kaoru's eyes to almost pop out of their sockets as he lurched forward in pain and finalizing with an Uryuu Banda (Open palm strike towards the ground from above in a flat stance with heavy momentum that strikes the opponent on the back of the neck and slams his face down violently.)
'CHOUCHUKIKOKU URYUU BANDA!'
Hanayama's face smashed into the ground with earth-shattering force, blood spewing all over amidst fragments of broken earth. The hulking boy just laid there unresponsive, Tanimoto simply took his hand away from Hanayama's neck before standing back to his full height and assuming a rest stance. "I think I'm done…" He said out loud.
"Damn… Now I wish to fight against this Tanimoto guy so much…" Ranma commented to himself, impressed by Hermit's highly developed Kenpo's skills.
Piccolo was about to call the match the match, when Hanayama's seemingly knocked out form began to twitch, and the hulking boy struggled to lift his face from the ground.
"N—Not yet… I can still… Fight!..." He exclaimed as he stained to push himself up.
"As I said, your funeral…" Piccolo simply commented, allowing the battle to continue.
Hanayama took his time to get back to his feet, his movements slow and slumbering due to his injuries, but eventually he was successful in standing up again and raised his fist in a fighting stance once more. Tanimoto just stared at him without saying anything during the entire ordeal and simply assumed a stance of his own to face that of his opponent.
Kaoru circled slowly around Tanimoto, weary due to his injuries and knowing that the Kenpo user was a dangerous opponent, unable to find any flaw on Hermit's guard the hulking boy was left with no option but to attack. So, he thrusted his hands towards Tanimoto intending on getting hold of him, knowing that if he were to catch him under his grip his victory would be all but assured. Only for Tanimoto to slide right under his grasp as he met his charge with one of his own and delivered a devastating strike right into Hanayama's mid-section.
'KONRAIRYUUSHOU!'
The attack being so strong as to bring Hanayama to his knees again with a thunderous "Oooof" leaving him unable to do anything but clutch his mid-riff in pain. Hermit capitalized on this by pivoting on the balls of his feet and getting right behind Hanayama's back with a single spin before delivering a powerful strike to the back of his neck.
'STOOPING BIRD HIND BRAIN LIGHTING STRIKE!'
The attack stooped all motor functions and signals coming out from Hanayama's brain, who rather than toppling over, was simply left there on his knees staring up at the sky with a vacant stare. It seemed as if Hermit had effectively knocked out the hulking boy.
"Huh? I think that's it…" Krillin commented, seeing Hanayama's unresponsive form staring at nothing, only for the eyes of the scar-riddled boy to suddenly clear and him gritting his teeth as the tried to rise against the weakness of his body for a second time.
Tanimoto just kept staring without any discernible reaction. "You are a stubborn one, you should know when to give up when you are clearly over your head. If you continue… I can't promise you will leave this place without some lasting damage…" He said, raising a hand in front of him before abruptly closing it into a fist, the bones of his knuckles popping by the sheer force.
"I don't care! I am not done yet!" Hanayama bellowed as he stood upon shaky legs before rushing towards Hermit once more.
"So be it…" Tanimoto stated, before metting Kaoru's advance with another punch towards the body and spinning once more behind him to strike him in the back of the neck again.
'SENPUU HIRAI SEKI KOU NOU!'
And once more Hanayama fell ponderously to his knees.
Which brings us back to the present, with Hanayama staring at a looming Tanimoto incapable of making his own body react. Blood dribbled down Kaoru's chin as he gasped, barely able to push air into his lungs after many disastrous punches to the sternum. He tried to move, only for a surge of blood and phlegm to being suddenly expelled from his mouth, leaving him heaving in agony.
"Huh…? It appears that at last all my strength is spent… I don't think I am capable of- getting back to my feet again… Seems there's still is a long way for me to go…" Kaoru simply said as he continued wheezing with great difficulty. But by his tone, he didn't sound the least bit unsatisfied by this result.
"Mmmmph… You didn't fight that bad, considering you endured four fights in a row and went against the likes of Tanimoto. You were a stubborn one that's for sure, but there's only so much that stubbornness can carry you before you end up simply delaying the inevitable. Nevertheless, you got guts kids…" Piccolo praised, something he didn't do lightly and everyone present were aware of. "So, I guess this is were you throw the towel…?"
Hanayama shook his head in a negative. "Not yet…" He said as he gestured towards Hermit with a flick of the neck. "He must finish it; he must give an end to our battle the only way a warrior should…"
Piccolo let out a long-frustrated sigh. "Yes… Stubborn to the very end, shouldn't expect anything less… Very well, suit yourself…" He turned his head towards Natsu. "Tanimoto if you would like to give the honors…" It should had been phrased as a suggestion, but it came out as an order.
At any rate, Hermit simply limited himself to nod. "I'll make it quick, to show my respect at him as a warrior…" He said before approaching the kneeling form of Hanayama once more.
Raising a hand into the air, energy began to coalesce inside Tanimoto's hand until a perfect sphere of energy was formed hovering in his grasp. Hermit then, in a single move struck Hanayama with the energy sphere right in the middle of his chest, the iridescent sphere detonating on contact and blowing the hulking boy off his feet only to smash into the ground completely unconscious, small streams of smoke trailing from his body.
'SOKIDAN!'
Piccolo seemed rather pleased at Tanimoto's performance. "Good job! Your Ki manipulation has been improving nicely. You can now form energy balls without taking too much gathering your KI, though there's still room for improvement on that front. Pretty soon you will be able to use them effectively in combat as projectiles. Though I expect it will take much longer before you can unleash a barrage of energy attacks on command. Nevertheless, you've clearly been paying attention to our lessons…" He offered in succinct praise as he nodded towards hermit. "Well then, seems this little show is finally over… Bring Hanayama to the medical wing with the others and then rejoin us in the field, this little reprieve doesn't mean you lot are going to be skipping your training for today."
With that said Piccolo simply turned around and walked away, cape swishing behind him. The rest of the grandmasters and Z fighters following after him soon enough as Tanimoto simply nodded and proceeded to carry with his new orders by retrieving Hanayama.
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That afternoon after all wounds had been healed and the lessons were over for the day, Hanayama was preparing to take his leave after having been discharged by Akabane, currently he was busy donning his white suit again. He finished buttoning the cuffs of his sleeves before turning towards Piccolo and the rest of the masters and offering a low deep bow.
"Thank you for having given me the chance of challenging your students, it was an enlightening experience that has shown me I still have much room for improvement. I just hope there is not much bad blood lingering after our bouts since I would like the opportunity to face your students again in the future…" The Hulking boy said in a polite tone of voice that veiled his intimidating appearance.
Piccolo just harrumphed in reply. "Feh, if they are feeling unsatisfied by their losses against you, they can work their asses until they improve their fighting skills. They all knew what to expect when they signed up for my lessons, I have no qualms about admitting being quite the slave driver, adversity is the only way a fighter can rise in strength. If any of them start having mental lapses about this, then I'll personally make sure to remind them…" He stated in his usual stern and unbending tone. "But regardless, feel free to come whenever you feel the need of getting some new bruises. It does good for the brats to keep alert and on their toes, sometimes it behooves a martial arts teacher to make sure their students remember that there's other fighters out there strong enough to kick their asses, it helps to keep their heads from inflating too much just because they are receiving exclusive training from us. Pride has no place in the battlefield."
Hanyama simply nodded after the Namekian's lecture and proceeded to finally depart. "So long…" He said before turning around.
Piccolo just watched him as he was bout to leave. "You know, I feel I will be doing you a disservice if I didn't give you the same offer for training I gave to the rest of these children…" He spoke just before Hanayama was about to walk away.
The hulking boy stopped before giving his first step before turning to look over his shoulder back at the Namekian. "No… I do not wish to ask anyone for training. I want to become strong through my own means."
"Okay… I can respect that…" It was Piccolo's simple reply.
Hanayama seemed to pause for a moment before finding the resolve to speak again. "Perhaps I could join your sparring sessions…?"
Piccolo actually chuckled at that. "Ha! So, you have a taste for pain, is that it!? Very well, I don't mind. I'm always in the mood of teaching lessons to some brats." He stated in a good mood, something rare for the green-skinned alien. "So… I take it you must have some goal to strive to, considering how… Passionate you are about becoming stronger? Care to share what it is…?"
The hulking boy hesitated a little, having not expected such insight from the grinning Namekian, but he quickly recomposed himself with a burst of determination. "My goal… Is to defeat a certain man…" Hanayama declared with complete certainty.
"A worthy endeavor as any…" Piccolo nodded.
Hanayama soon departed, and the masters and Z fighters watched him leave in silence, no one making a single noise until he had moved beyond the gates of the compound.
"It feels somewhat of a shame to let that boy go just like that… With a little training he could truly become quite the implacable force…" Agaard Jum Sai said, being the first to break the silence.
"That boy is different than the rest of the students… He is a natural born warrior; he will only become stronger through constant combat and by overcoming greater and greater challenges." Piccolo simply replied, his usual stern expression back in place. "Regardless, play time's over, we must get back to the grinding…" He said before turning around and started making his way back into the compound."
"The work of a martial artist never ends…" Akisame Koetsuji said with a smile.
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I think people will be glad that I've decided, after reading most of the manga volumes available in manga fox and watching the Netflix series, to let Baki and Yujiro to remain human.
Originally I had come out of the conclusion that they were Saiyan expies, due to the fact that at the time I was just starting to read the series and I was in the middle of an arc were Baki had to face a giant ape creature that dwelled in the mountains, all that monkey influence clearly biased my criteria. But after moving into further arcs turns out the reason as to why Yujiro is able to do all the over the top things he can do compared to a normal human is because he was born with abnormal back muscles. Complete rubbish of an explanation and one of the most ridiculous things in the entire series alongside that thing of Baki purging the poison out of his body that was killing him by drinking sugared water and Biscuit Olivia's ability to tank bullets with his muscles and regenerate wounds by eating beef.
But okay, I'll accept it and keep all the cast of Baki as technically humans due to the fact that despite all the dumbass and outrageous ludicrous stunts they pull through the entire series, it never reaches DBZ levels of absurd. So there… Most other Saiyan expies remain the same though. Medaka from Medaka box, Kongou Banchou, Oga from Beelzebub. If you've read this mangas, you'll know why I decided on this course of action.
I also watched/read Kengan Asura, I liked it but written it off from the expy category because their bloodlimit skill reminds more of the Kaio Ken than anything else. Still within human levels on a fighting series.
Also, I will next going to work in publishing a new story that I had originally no intention into writing in the first place. But because I had misplaced my USB and it took me an entire day before I found it. I found myself without nothing to do during an hour I had squeezed for my writing, and since I didn't wished to waste this hard earned hour I simply started writing this new story. Now I have to finish this chapter and upload before I can work on my homage for Kentaro Miura on my death battle story.
In any case, that's all for now. As always leave a review, tell me what you think, recommend this story to other people, visit my P-a-tr-e-on for some alms if you feel charitable enough and I'll read you next time.