The Saiyan Gamer


Chapter 20: Training Pt1

Sparks of electricity and metal flashed through a dark room, illuminating it and revealing dozens of weapons on every surface. Battle axes, bludgeons, maces, katanas, morning stars, daggers, and many more. Some were made of shiny metal, and others of sparkling crystal.

A tall, dark-haired Saiyan teen stood at the center of the room, a hammer in one hand and his other hand burning a bright white. With rapid strokes, he ran his hands across metal, transferring the intense heat, before pounding down on it with the hammer, shaping it.

Bll, or Kll as his friends called him, was having an exceptionally hard time deciding what weapon he wanted to use in the tournament this year. As the reigning champion, he wanted to put on a show. If he used a war hammer like last year, his opponents would know his attack patterns.

While he still wasn't sure what weapon he wanted to use, he knew that he wasn't going to let it be any ordinary weapon. Considering who his teacher was, it was his duty to bring something unique and impressive to the table. He was considering harvesting the venom of a Spidasaur, but while he was strong enough to kill one, if he was being completely honest with himself, anything with more than two legs freaked him the fuck out.

Going to the Frost Mountains or the Burning Forest would be a long journey, and he wasn't very confident that he was skilled enough to build a weapon out of Wyvern bones or teeth. Besides, you don't simply kill one Wyvern. Attack on, you have ten on you, and he wasn't prepared to take on a horde of Wyverns who could breathe fire and frost.

"Maybe electricity?" He hummed to himself, his voice deep even for his age. "If that's even possible… I'll need to talk to Jitsuki about it."

When he tried to go back into his work, the door to his workshop shot open and someone came clambering in. Billy turned his head slightly and straightened up, his hand lightening until it was its standard pink.

His little brother, although calling him little would be pushing it, looked at him with eager anticipation. Bll's eyes scanned him, landing on the small dent in his head, before moving down to his eyes.

"Can I help you?" Bll question, already turning back to his work.

"Did you finish the weapon I asked for?" Picklu asked although it was more of a low grumble than anything.

"It's over there," Bll answered, pointing at something on the wall without looking. "I hope you're not getting yourself into trouble again."

"If I was, it wouldn't be any of your business," The younger brother mumbled. "Besides, it's not me. The other kids are making fun of me for losing to that white-haired freak, so I have to defend myself."

"Fair enough," Bll sighed. "Just be careful."

"Careful?" Picklu looked at Bll with disdain. "Fuckin' softy."

"Whatever you wanna call it," He threw his hand in the air, a small smile on his face. "I just don't want you to die, ya know?"

Picklu was silent for a few seconds before he shuffled over to the door and opened it. "Whatever."

The older brother rolled his eyes as the door slammed shut. That ungrateful idiot… If he gets hurt I don't know what I'd do.

He pushed that thought away and returned to his work. The tournament was right around the corner, there was no time to worry about anybody else.

With a powerful strike, the forging continued.


POV Change

"What…?"

Turles stuttered from beside me, his mouth stuck open, and his eyes glued to what stood in front of us. The sound of footsteps increased as Bardock and Gine approached.

"What the…?" Bardock said slowly as his eyes roamed around the surface of the structure. "How the fuck did this happen?"

"It's an entire room…" Gine spoke slowly, mouth wide just like Turles.

"I built it," I said casually, although I couldn't hide the grin on my face.

I had the idea while sitting in that boring auction house. If I could build small things, could I build big things too? Was there a limit? This was my first experiment.

Turles helped me to collect a few trees and a bunch of metal, and after laying it all out on the floor outside the house, I tried. Unlike usual, it wasn't instantaneous. Well, at least not for me.

It was called Builder Mode, and once it activated, I was lifted into the air, not because of my own efforts, and I could see everything around me. I could see everything but my own body, which didn't really seem to be there at all. Even without arms, I could still move and manipulate things. Floating higher into the air, I looked over the wood and metals and everything looked different.

I could see translucent walls and floors, and when I looked elsewhere, the walls followed. If I wanted to take a wall down, it disappeared, and if I wanted to extend it, it did just that. Not only that, but with just my thoughts, I was able to craft objects out of the things in my inventory.

It was fun to form the room, and by the time it was done, there was a bed without a mattress, a dresser, and two doors, one that connected it to the rest of the house, and one that led outside. When I decided that I was finished, I fell back to the ground and my body formed around me, and then time continued.

For Turles it had been a split second, but not for me.

"You did this?" Gine asked, still wide-eyed. "Another ability?"

"More like an extension of my ability to make other stuff," I shrugged my shoulders. "I can make weapons and armor too, so I thought recently that I might be able to make other stuff too."

"You can make weapons and armor in an instant? Since when?" Bardock asked as he walked up to the door slowly.

"For a while. Turles knew, I kinda just thought he'd tell you," I told them, following Bardock closely with Gine and Turles behind me.

"They sure gave you a lot of abilities," Bardock whistled. "Sure you didn't save them instead of destroying them?"

I frowned, disgusted by the idea. "Not even one survived."

"It was a joke, kid. Lighten up."

The room was just like it was when I was in Builder Mode, the only difference being that it was darker now because I'd forgotten to put a window. It was relatively easy to fix that though. I didn't even need to go fully into builder mode to open up a window on one of the walls.

We all examined the room for a few seconds, before leaving. Bardock closed the wooden door behind him before saying, "That's a very useful ability. Does it tire you out at all?"

"Not at all."

"So, in theory, if you had enough resources you could build an entire village in a day?" Bardock asked, opening my eyes to the possibilities.

There didn't seem to be any time limit. So technically, he was very right. If I wanted to, I could probably turn every tree on this mountain into a small room, and to everyone else, it would probably only take a second. Or maybe not. Is there a limit to how far I can travel when I'm out of my body? Can I fly to the other end of the planet without even a second passing? I'll have to do some experimenting later.

"Maybe," I replied. "I'll just have to try it out another time."

"Hm," Bardock grunted, his eyes narrowing and scanning me for a few silent seconds.

"Anyway, is anyone hungry?" Gine stepped back into the conversation to my joy.

"Definitely!"

As if hearing the call, Raditz and Kakarot came out of nowhere and landed in between us, staring at their mother with stars in their eyes.

"Food!" Kakarot cheered.

"While your mom cooks, I want to show Sprout something and I'm going to need all of your help," Bardock said to his three sons, who all immediately nodded their heads. Gine went off to the kitchen, and we boys went off further into the woods until we got to a clearing.

"Now Sprout, Omato told me about the tournament coming up an-"

"A tournament?!" Kakarot interrupted his Dad with a loud, excited yell. "Can I join?! Can I?!"

"I'll think about it," Bardock sighed. "Anywa-"

"Well if he joins, I want to join!" Turles butted in with his arms crossed.

Bardock rolled his eyes dramatically. "I'll try to see if both of you can join, alright?"

All eyes fell on Raditz, whose head was in his book. Slowly, he peeked over the top and at the three of us, before saying, "Oh no, I'll just watch."

"You sure?" I asked him. "You'll probably be the strongest third class there."

"Hmmm…" Raditz hummed to himself. "Nah."

"Anyways," Bardock raised his voice. "You all have my training, but Sprout doesn't. You taught him how to control his Ki decently enough, but he has no idea how to fight, or even how to use his sword properly."

"I mean, I'm not bad at using my sword," I mumbled under my breath.

"Actually, you are," He said flatly. "If you had fought Vishanti with a sword, he would have disarmed you in a second. In fact, if he'd taken you seriously from the beginning, I have little doubt that you would have died in less than a minute."

"Bu-"

"On that note," Bardock continued before I could interrupt. "You need some sort of training before you participate in the tournament. And while I can use a sword, I have no idea how to train you in it, so I'll have to train you in what I do best. Thankfully for you, most people in Omato village train mostly with weapons, so they aren't very good at hand-to-hand combat."

"So what you do best is hand-to-hand combat?" I asked. "Also, what even happens in this tournament anyway?"

"The tournament is a tradition that we Saiyans have had for as long as we can remember. There are two rounds, all leading up to a grand finale between two fighters," Bardock explained. "The first rounds isn't an ordinary one one one fight. There's always some sort of twist."

"Like what?" Kakarot pressed, his excitement clear on his face.

"When I was younger I remember mine being tag," Bardock would have gone on if Turles didn't snort.

"So they're just games then," Turles chuckled.

"If you approach it like that, you'll probably die," Bardock said, causing us all to pause. "Some of the rounds may resemble childish games, but they're turned up to the extreme. Anything is allowed, as long as you pass the round. That includes killing, maiming, or torturing your opponents."

"Um, I think I'm missing something here," I leaned back into the conversation. "Tag? What is that?"

"Turles will explain the rules of all of the different possibilities later," Bardock said, before standing up straight and crossing his arms. "Back to the point at hand. After the first round rounds, which are mainly to weed out the weaker fighters, there will be one on one fighting. You fight, match after match, until there are only two fighters left, and then the final event is to determine the winner."

"To get far, you'll need to learn that fighting is more than just punching and the occasional blocking," He told me, to my interest and confusion. "For example. Kids! Formation three!"

Bardock shifted his body, straightening his back and putting both arms behind his back. Turles, Raditz, and Kakarot suddenly got serious expressions on their faces and they jumped into positions around him, in a triangle. The wind stopped, I held my breath, and they attacked.

They all moved at the same time and struck in unison. Somehow, even with his hands behind his back, Bardock danced around their attacks. I stared in amazement, and then he moved. It was very hard to see, but when I pumped Ki throughout my body, and more specifically my eyes, I could see it better. With lightning-fast movements, Bardock struck them lightly as he dodged until they all jumped back.

Raditz gripped his right shoulder, which no longer looked like it was in use. Kakarot was panting as he sourly rubbed his side. Turles had two red dots on his forehead from where Bardock poked him.

"Form 2!" He shouted, and they moved accordingly.

They now attacked him in a line. Raditz went first, running at Bardock and swinging at his face. I wasn't sure if he was going to dodge it, until the very last second when his right arm swung up and pushed Raditz's arm away from his face, while simultaneously tripping him and sending Raditz straight into the ground face first.

Kakarot was next flying in a blue blur at his father with his fists balled. For a second, it looked like he was going to attempt the same thing as Raditz, but at the last second, he blasted off to the side, going around Bardock's body and swinging his leg in an attempt to kick him in the head.

The seasoned warrior caught the leg with both of his hands, before swinging Kakarot around and slamming him into the ground so hard that the kid lost his breath.

Finally, Turles shot forward, but instead of immediately attacking as Raditz or Kakarot did, he stopped right in front of him, before blasting off to his back, and then to his side, and soon enough he was flying all around Bardock in a blur of movement. His face was in deep concentration, while Barock's eyes bounced all over the place.

Suddenly, Turles stopped at his father's side, his fist already in motion. Just before it hit, Bardock took a step back and the attack missed by a hair. With his right hand, Bardock grabbed Turles by his extended arm, and he pressed on Turles shoulder with his hand. His leg blurred in front of Turles, and in the next second, he was face first in the grass with Bardock on top of him and his arm twisted so far behind his back that I wondered if it was broken. Turles is completely at his mercy and it only took three moves...

Bardock let go of him and stood up, before turning to me. With a calm expression on his face, he said, "Sprout, form two."

I hesitated before unsheathing my Tooth of Flame and charging, attempting to slash him diagonally across the chest. I didn't even get the chance to follow through with the attack though, because he caught me by the wrist in his left hand and held it in place. I looked up, freezing when I noticed that his fist was already in my face, touching the tip of my nose.

I didn't even have time to think before he twisted my wrist back and pain flashed through my body. The next thing I knew, my arm was behind my back, I was on my knees, and my sword was at my throat. I held my breath until he released me and I rolled to my feet.

"What did you notice?" He asked. I rubbed my arm as the other boys grouped up next to me, but from the way he was watching me, I knew that the question was addressed to me.

"You're incredibly good at fighting," I replied slowly.

"But what makes the way I fight different from the way you fight?" He pressed on. "What was one thing that caught your attention the most?"

"You…" Pausing, I realized that there were plenty of things that he did during that fight that was new to me. "There was a lot, but that thing you did to Turles and I was interesting. In three moves you had Turles on the ground and it only took a second to take me down."

"That," He began to explain, a small smirk on his face, "Was called a joint lock. Effective against most enemies, even ones more powerful than yourself. Most people won't let themselves be caught in a lock because it usually means the end of a fight or their life. Unfortunately for you two, if someone as strong as me wants to put you in a lock, there's nothing you can do to stop it."

"Bragging much?" Turles grumbled, causing Kakarot to chuckle.

"You'll teach me how to do those?" I asked Bardock. I could already see the applications.

"I will, but not until you know the basics. Your punches are predictable and wide, I haven't seen you throw a single kick even though legs are naturally stronger than arms," Bardock said, before turning to Raditz. "What did he miss in the first fight?"

"You were dodging until you found the perfect time to attack us all. You had plenty of other opportunities, but you chose the time where you could attack us all without opening yourself to attack from the others," Raditz replied as if it were simply, even if that little bit of information was a shock to me.

"Turles, explain why I did that," Bardock commanded, turning to his eldest.

"You can't always think offensively, even if you are stronger than your enemy," Turles sighed, the words sounding rehearsed. "Using your brain will save you from being pointlessly damaged, and dodging is the safest way to assure you don't get hit."

"Correct," Bardock turned to Kakarot. "Something else he missed."

"Misdirection!" Kakarot said, grinning as the excitement of the short spar was still circulating through him. "When you block in a way that hurts less than a normal block, and also can put your opponent off balance."

"Good job kid," Bardock grinned at his youngest. "Yes, misdirection is when you move an attack away from your body instead of just blocking it straight up. Its main function is to divert the damage away from your body. Only a less experienced fighter will overextend themselves enough to be thrown off balance, but everyone slips up sometimes, especially when emotional or tired."

"Those are the basics of hand-to-hand combat. Good form, misdirection, knowing when to dodge and when to attack, and joint locks," Bardock said, finally turning back to me. "And from there, you go on to make your style. But that's for you to do. I'm just here to teach you the basics."

I frowned, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. Before this, I thought that I was decent at fighting and only had to work on my Ki. But now I was realizing that I was below average with sword fighting, my Ki, and my fighting. Is the only reason I've survived so far because of luck?

Due to me taking over the Juggernaught's territory, I was given a skill that made it so that I could channel Ki into weapons. I would have eventually got there after I finished the initial four steps that Turles had been guiding me in, but this gave me a shortcut and bumped it up so that it was already at an average level.

I thought that would give me a bit of an edge, but now I wasn't so sure. There was only a week and six days left, so what did I focus on? Ki, hand-to-hand combat, weapon practice, or killing things to gain experience?

When I got back and accepted the mission reward for Make a Sale, it bumped me up to level fifteen. I split my stats evenly between my three stats, and finally, finally, I was a second-class warrior. My power level is set at 1065.

"I know what you're thinking," Bardock said, interrupting my train of thought. "But here's my advice. You already know how to boost your body's offensive and defensive capabilities. You're pretty much already there with energy attacks. That only leaves hand-to-hand and weapons, and without a teacher, your time would be wasted with weapons. Hand-to-hand is the better way to go."

He's right. I stared at him as I thought. Hand-to-hand and trying to get experience. Bardock isn't going to be teaching me hand-to-hand constantly, so in my spare time, I can get experience points.

"Alright, that sounds good," I replied eventually. "When do we start?"


Hello! In the end, I decided that I'd just keep the training how it is. However, I will post the next chapter in three or four days, instead of waiting an entire week. If you enjoyed the chapter, let me know in the reviews!