>>3851082
>Stay. If for nothing else then for Dominikas sake

>>3851085
Support

>>3851082
>Stay. If for nothing else then for Dominikas sake

>>3851082
>Stay. If for nothing else then for Dominikas sake

Boy... post work clarity is a bitch aint it?
I butchered that sentence right and proper.
Anyway I'm still not home.
Just wanted to drop notify you.
The second I get home I'll get to it. Dont you worry

>>3851082
>Stay. If for nothing else then for Dominikas sake

Rolled 21, 18 = 39 (2d21)

Wow... did NOT expect this sort of fuckery to unfold.
ANYWAY! WE'RE BACK IN FULL SWING BOYS!
>writing

And QM rolling because I'm NOT willing to waste another minute
First roll is Dominika
Second is her opponent

>>3851372
Wew holy shit

>>3851372
Well she unlocks KI after all because her oponents no slouch and thats the only way for her... We will have a shit eating grin because she did it anyways.

"CONTESTANTS!
BEGIN!"

Pim then does a few more test swings, demonstrating her flawless form as she chains a variety of strikes with her fists, elbows, knees and shins, clearly meaning to intimidate her opponent.
But Dominika does not budge and while pocketing her hands looks down.
"HahahahaHAA!"
She laughs for a moment and when she looks up her expression darkens.
"Keep the theatrics. Cuz' you're in MY world now!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek6hxsP55b8

She grins and her opponent is genuinely unnerved as this... beastly woman begins exhaling and her breath, mixed with alcohol fumes becomes visible.
Tossing her Adidas tracksuit off, she reveals her sports bra and chiseled abdominals before erupting in a scream.
"LET'S DANCE!"

Making a dash for it like a frenzied animal, Domi lowers her posture until she's nearly leaning 90 degrees forward with her arms spread wide.
She attempts to tackle Pimm but the seasoned martial artist clearly realizes this and instead of trying to evade her, even worse, tackle her head on, she attempts to kick her in the face.
Your bloodcrazed friend sees this and does NOT care. Merely bracing for impact, she takes that kick to the head but ends up wrapping her arms around Pims leg.
"GOTCHA!"

Throwing herself to the ground Dominika clearly attempts to use the full weight of her body and the force which would end up bouncing off the arena floor to either break or grievously injure her opponent.
She's clearly not fucking around and uses the loopholes in the rules to their fullest.
But the thai girl is no slouch either and quickly jumps after Domi so the impact wouldn't cripple her.
The two roll around for a moment trying to choke each other out but it's futile.

They end up grappling and tossing each other around until they stand up again, at which point Domis opponent starts dominating.
The sheer gap of experience between the two of them starts showing as Pim, first with a kick to Dominikas side and then an elbow to the cheek, manages to gain some distance.
With enough room to swing around the muay thai champion is clearly in a better position.
A situation which Domi attempted to circumvent by that previous speed blitz.

Rubbing her cheek a bit Domi spits on the ground and raises her guard.
"Okay. Plan B...
Deep operations!"

Guarding her head and chest your friend takes the plunge and goes in DEEP.
Unrelenting and the pain dulled by alcohol, she allows Pim to batter and beat her up... everywhere except where she's guarding.
With each kick her legs buckle, with each knee to the stomach she grunts, with each stinging blow to her arms shake but she does not relent.

In her counter-offense she starts throwing punches and headbutts whenever she receives a nasty blow and her opponent recoils.
They go back and forth for a little while but by the looks of it Domi is actually winning, but not by much.
She makes sure to guard her vitals but the accumulated damage shows as she starts shaking a bit.
But with every bit of damage she takes, she inflicts even more back.

Finally after about five minutes of this ridiculous back and forth the two of them finally let up as they become exhausted. Seeing this, the announcer takes his chance.
"L-Ladies and Gentlemen! I've never seen such raw... brutality!
Dominikas brute force tactics seem to be working! But at what cost!
If this keeps up we- we may need to call in the paramedics! Eh? What's that?
Our ratings are through the roof? WELL DON'T LET ME STOP YOU LADIES! WHOOOOO!"

The two share an awkward and VERY tense stare as they are panting at each other.
After about a few seconds Domi smiles and dashes forward once more, ready to continue her assault.
But as she does so she eats a powerful jab straight to her face. Finally, her opponent speaks up as this unfolds.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XJ5Rm77wp4

"I figured you out! This is over!"

"IT IS!"
Locking Pims arm down after she took the bait, Domi moves in and with nothing to guard her opponent, she punches her in the gut at full force.
As something evacuates the other girls mouth Dominika spits some blood on the ground.
"Now do me a favor and stay down!"

Clenching her fist Pim slams her elbow down into your friends back repeatedly.
Clearly she's not about to listen to Domis advice.
And as the two of them fall to the ground and start wrestling once more you hear the announcer speaking up.

"U-Unbelievable!
NEITHER OF THESE UNBREAKABLE LADIES ARE BACKING DOWN!
E-Eh?"
He looks up as something strikes his head.
"That's odd... The forecast said it'd be sunny all day.
*ahem*
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! DO NOT BE ALARMED! We're experiencing some difficulties with the weather!
Worry not for the arena was constructed with rain in mind!"

You look up at the sky and frown.
"That's not natural..."
Scouring the arena you find the giggling shitlord responsible for it.
"Sam..."

>Ask him politely to stop
>Forget about it. Just watch
>Other?

>>3851465
>Ask him politely to stop

>>3851465
>Ask him politely to stop

>>3851465
>>Forget about it. Just watch

>>3851485
Support
>You will dope slap him after. Right now you dont want to miss even a secound of this.

>>3851506
Why?
Do you forget we can just tell him to knock it off telepathically?

>>3851465
>Forget about it. Just watch

Enjoy wet tshirt mortal combat

>>3851511
Shure but thats spliting atention even as trivial as it is at this point. Plus Sam might say somthing so retarded he would take our full atention for a secound and Im serious I do not want to miss even a secound of this.

>>3851511
I'm more interested in seeing if he can really make something like this happen

Well... Guess da boi will continue with his fuckery unimpeded
Very well

Roll for Dominika then!
Best of 4
1d21+2 because she critted the fuck out of it last time
>DC: 10 Crit: 14

Rolled 1 + 2 (1d21 + 2)

>>3851526

Rolled 19 (1d21)

>>3851526

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>3851526
K

>>3851530
Well we need a hero. If even one of you pass the basic DC this goes away.

>>3851535
I gotchu.

>>3851531
Thank god. On another hand everybody from our apartment has joined 'the fuck is a human' club... Maybe not 'the fuck is a human' now that first contacts well on its way. What should we rename the club?

Rolled 21 + 2 (1d21 + 2)

>>3851526

Rolled 18 + 2 (1d21 + 2)

>>3851526

>>3851531
>>3851540
so it seems dom is OP as fuck

>>3851540
Fucking lol.

>>3851540
Well she is having her own persional mini tournament of destroyers moment.

>>3851531
>>3851540
Okaaaaay... Apparently your apartment was built either on an ancient burial ground, depleted uranium from Project Manhattan or both

>>3851549
The place was made out of bricks of condensed luck I swer.

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>>3851551
Probably has an active spell of one of the couple true magic users that has ever lived on the planet or somthing.

You think about slapping his shit for trying something like this but a part of you is more interested whether or not he can pull it off.
So you make a mental nope to psychically booty blast him once the match is over and leave it at that.
And indeed, the skies darken as a thick blanket of stormy clouds rolls in and they begin to grumble.
Within moments it starts raining quite hard, turning this into a wet shirt fight. Not that either contestant seems to mind really, they are way too focused on each other.
And it seems they've been smart and wrapped their chests up with some bandages for protection.

Regardless, Sams little party trick just managed to give the match a whole new feel, where the sound of their punches gets drowned out by the sound of water splattering all around, making it actually sound more intense than it really is.
As the two of them continue to beat the living crap out of one another the blood dripping from their torn skin gets washed out and creates big streams of red on the arena itself.
When they inevitably wrestle once more, their clothes soak in more of the reddish ink.

They stand up and break away once more as they get soaked to the bone.
"GIVE UP YOU STUBBORN BITCH!"
Domi shouts.
"Look! I give it to you! You can throw a punch!
But I got more stamina! I'm going to win no matter what!"

"N-No..."

"FUCK YOU!
I'm NOT loosing because your dumb ass gets killed from fatigue!
I'll have you know, I can swallow my tongue faster than you can give a happy ending!
So go ahead! If I as much as see you kicking the bucket I'll race you to the next world bitch!"

"I... I won't... give up...
No matter what! B-Because I have people at home!
Counting on me! I got to win! For them!"
Dominika freezes in place as her opponent finally speaks up.
"I know many people who could use the money... I won't fail them!
So you can fight me... threaten me... I'll stand in the end! Because I have to!"

Lowering her head the girl looks down at her feet, fists still clenched tightly.
"Tch."

Domi then looks up, one eye swollen from the battering she just took, the other one twitching with nervousness. She starts muttering to herself.
"Look what you did. Now I'm gonna look like the bad guy if I kick your ass...
Well, can't be helped."
Looking at her opponent she finally responds.
"You think you're the only one who fights for someone else?
I also have someone who depends on me. My grandma she... she's not feeling good. And... I know she won't live much longer anyway but I want to be with my babushka for just a little longer.
So listen here! I WILL beat you and get the money for her treatment! One way or another!
But if you get yourself killed here... you not only screw me over... but those that are counting on you to win as well!"

Pim gasps from the realization and becomes shaken.
After trading blows with this stranger she can't decide whether this is a trick to make her lower her guard, or something genuine.
And the mild concussion she suffered makes her doubt even the part of herself which is telling her Domi is genuine.
So out of either confusion or desperation she remains stalwart, ready to see this through.

"You little idiot..."
Dominika looks at her hand and tightens her fist.
"Okay... how did they do it again?"
She closes her eyes and after a deep breath exhales slowly.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Pulling her fist back Dominika begins focusing with a surprising amount of intensity.
You walk forward and grap the railings when you start sensing her energy rising.
Throwing a punch from several paces away Dominikas energy erupts from her body like an omni directional explosion, clearing the droplets of rain around her and making Pim fly backwards into the walls of the arena.
With her opponent fallen unconscious the referee quickly starts counting. But it's pointless.
Domi won already.

>Go down and congratulate her
>Go down and start teasing her
>Call in some medics for them
>Other?

>>3851643
>Go down and start teasing her

>>3851643
>Go down and start teasing her

>>3851643
>>Go down and start teasing her
Fun parlor tricks right?

>>3851643
>>Go down and start teasing her

>>3851643
>Other?
"...Wait, was the babushka bit legit? You okay?"
It's probably Domi being an a heartless ass and faking it, but it could also be her faking that she's a heartless ass. Can't hurt to check.

>>3851643
>>3851665
Support.

>>3851643
>Go down and start teasing her

Teasing with a bit of
>>3851665
sprinkled around

>writing

don't forget to telekinetically dope slap sam

>>3851700
what if we just tell domi about sam's little trick?

You casually sneak your way down there without anyone noticing you and wait for Dominika to make her way to you.
Handing over a bag of ice to her, you grin at the poor lass.
"Fun parlor tricks right?"

"Uuuugh... fuck off.
My body feels like it's falling apart.
And this new... thing isn't helping."

"Trust me, it is. If it weren't for that you'd be on a stretcher now."

"Would be better than this shit."
She takes the bottle she sat down some time ago and chugs another hefty amount of it to ease the pain.

"That part about your grandma... was that true?"

"Not now-"

"Domi..."

"Okay, okay. Look... yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?
In fact, why didn't you ask my help? You know I'm richer than god!
Are you really that into the bad bitch spiel that you'd-"

"One more god damned word from you and I'm kicking you in the nuts!
*sigh*
No. It wasn't that. I... didn't want to bother you with it. Not when you can't help."
You try to respond to that but Dominika raises a finger to silence you.
"I can't lie to her where it's from. Grandmas know when their grandkids are lying sacks of shit.
And I can't exactly tell her it's a gift from a filthy rich person either."

"Why?"

"She's russian dude. What's more, she grew up in a place where owing a debt to someone very powerful usually meant you'd have to testify in some mock trial of a fool the party wanted to eliminate.
So she's obviously not a big fan of charity. I thought that if I... If I won I could help her."

"How bad is it?"

"Bad.
I don't know how well your... alien friends can treat bone cancer but my guess is not well."

"Jesus..."

"Yeah. Now you know."

"Since when?!"

"Not too long ago.
I heard about it a bit before the tournament.
It was kinda news to me as well."

"Well..."
You pat her shoulder.
"Now I know who I'm rooting for."

"Thanks.
Now if you mind-"
She takes a look at her clothes.
"I gotta get changed before my next match."

"Check in with the Saiyan medics.
They can toss you into a healing pod and clean your clothes for you.
I can testify, they are good."

"Will do."

As she limps away with her aching legs, you look out and see the sky clearing up.
The clouds miraculously part and the bad weather leaves just as fast as it came.
Obviously, since it's Sams turn to go.

>Tell Domi who she can thank for the rain
>Telepathically call him up
>Well... let's see if he enjoys being on the receiving end...
>Other?

>>3851708
i dunno if i want to unleash that hell upon him but on the other hand it would be funny

>>3851716
>Tell Domi who she can thank for the rain

>>3851716
>Tell Domi who she can thank for the rain
>"Bad. I don't know how well your... alien friends can treat bone cancer but my guess is not well."
She says to the strongest human in the universe with magic powers and some pure magic being living rent free in his soul in addition to having three technological supergenius aliens for children in addition to being buddies with most gods.
In addition to knowing that magical wish granting orbs exist.

Man, she should've tried to at least follow along with the story.

>>3851731
She wasn't around for the most of it. Even less than Sam.
And most of what she knows is only second hand information from said stoner

>>3851734
Yeah I know.
It's not like we really share tales of our exploits all too much.

>>3851716
>>Tell Domi who she can thank for the rain
Maybe later we could ask the kids or the saiyans if they know of a cure. It may be a longshot, but it could work

A'ight
>writing

"Hey Domi..."

"Huh?"

"Before you leave, you might wanna consider thanking Sam."
She looks dumbly at you.
"For the nice weather."

"That motherf-"
And she stormed off.

Having a momentary but nonetheless hearty chuckle, you ignore the announcer going on about his next big speech and turn your focus inward.
Reaching out with the power of your mind, you tap into Cabbas head.
"Hey. Eric here. Need some help.
Can healing pods cure diseases? Or restore abnormal cell growths?"

"I'm... I'm afraid not. Those are for battle injuries.
Anything more extensive and it needs an operation."

"And you don't know our anatomy yet...
How long would that take?"

"Studying you? A lot... Bureaucracy? Even longer."

"Thanks. That's all I needed."
Switching "stations" you tune in to the kids and start broadcasting for them instead.
"Hey... I got some homework for you."

"Ugh. Can it wait?"
Kamin grumbled.

"Yes. But not a lot.
After the tournament I might have to ask y'all to look into human physiology.
See if you can cook up a cure for cancer."

"What's that?"

"Malformed cells typically formed as a result of gene damage."

"Oh boy.
That's... easy to fix for us on a personal level.
Go in, manually fix things in slime form. Done. But making up an automated treatment?
That could take a while."

"Noted.
I won't ask you if I can avoid it but I'd rather keep my options open.
Anyway, don't mind me. Just have some fun!"

"Uh-huh.
Catch you later."

Returning your attention to the games, you looked down.
"Okay Sam. Let's see what you're made of..."

"CONTESTANTS! BEGIN!"

The second the match started Sam started moving at speeds that the human eye could not track, closing the distance between himself and his opponent and finishing it all in a single motion.
With one uppercut to the head, he sent the poor guy flying and knocked him out cold.
For several moments the judge didn't even realize something had happened, only when the crowd around him started gasping did he figure out that things already started.

"E-Erm..."
He rushed over to the guy on the ground and gave a ten count.
"W-Wow... And the WINNER is Samuel?"

*YAWN*
"Too easy."

Aaaaaand I'm afraid that's all for today.
I'm sorry fellas it turned out so shitty. Business sadly beckoned and it took WAY longer than I anticipated.

I'll be returning in 2 days. With a proper thread
Hope to see you soon

>>3851816
>>3851816
Show off

>>3851820
Thanks as always Nega-Som

>>3851820
Thanks for the run, Nega-Som!

I’m very tempted to give the Twins full permission to go full power and toy with Sam. He needs to learn technique along with power or he’s going to have it rough later on.

>>3852182
He's been training with spartan queen vados, at the least he should have the very basics mastered by now, I mean with vados as your teacher, it your not dead yet you're doing something right

>>3851816
We need to spar with Sam sometime, see where he is technique-wise. He seems to be getting a mite arrogant, might need to beat that out of him.

>>3852546
You'd be arrogant too if you went from being a NEET to a goddamn Fist Wizard in a few months.

>>3852555
Indeed. A lot of Eric's arrogance was beaten out of him though, and he really should impart the lesson to Sam!

>>3852710
>A lot of Eric's arrogance was beaten out of him though
Until he fuses, then it comes back with a vengeance.
But that's like all fusions.

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Who wins in a fight?
Domi or Pre-Super Videl?

>>3852991
Pre-Super Videl. Her dad/teacher was the world martial arts champ. Even with the Z-Fighters out, and his main competitor incontinent, fighting into the top bracket of martial artists in a world with giant animal men, dinosaurs, robots, and other crazy shit like that is nothing to scoff at.

>>3852991
Videl. Easily. Maybe not pre-Gohan training but post? Definitely.
People tend to laugh at Satan a lot but he legitimately won the WMAT one time. And he raised his girl to "take the throne" so to speak. Either that or Videl just decided that's what she wants to do.
Man... fuck Jobhan

>>3852720
Quite

Anyway, I just wanna say that tomorrow we'll continue. With... you guessed it! Your turn to fight!

After Sams... less than subtle performance there was one more, less than interesting match left of the 2nd bracket.
Naturally, you have other things on your mind, like the upcoming 3rd bracket, in which you'll finally get some action!
Surprisingly enough there's only a short bathroom break this time around.
Good.

Looking at the big screens showing he contenders, your eyes are drawn to the contenders.
"I'll fight the buddhist after this one... then that mystery fighter and at the end...
Sigurd."
You mutter to yourself in contemplation.

And unless nothing crazy surprising happens in the meantime, you'll also get to tussle with Bruce fuck-mothering Lee in the quarter finals.
After that however, it's anyones guess. There are a total of six possible winners in the first and second brackets combined, now that Domi is among them.
And realistically speaking, any one of them could meet you at the end.
That should be fun! Especially if the twins get to... cut loose a bit.

But for now, you need to focus on your own matches.
Though you'll be paired up with some nobody, you can't afford to look bad.
Not when Jeanne and Pier already managed to give such a good show.

>Watch that Bao character fight. That should be interesting
>Go and start warming up for your fight
>Other?

>>3854912
>Watch that Bao character fight. That should be interesting

>>3854912
>Watch that Bao character fight. That should be interesting

>>3854912
>think of what you should teach your opponent

If chi is going to be introduced to the human race then we might as well get in on the action

I suggest just the basic keeping our ki reigned in and not just flailing everywhere like some dumb monkey

Humans need every advantage they can get

>>3854912
>Watch that Bao character fight. That should be interesting

>>3854912
>>Watch that Bao character fight. That should be interesting

>>3854917
Support

When my teacher started teaching she said there existed 4 ways to improve and reach ever higer for common man generaly Ki your surging life force, Psi the might of your mind, Magic the expresion of your soul (small demonstrations) the 4th is bit more comunity based science the gatering of generations of wisdom.

Right now I will teach you somthing that aplies to forst 3. Control and effecenty are important they let you use what you have to its full potental.

>>3854942
Nigger wat

Everybody loves kung-fu fighting

>writing

>>3854943
Thats for later. And speaking in general of the powers (if its about descriptions they are corect KI is life force and body, psy is mind and magic is soul) its a callback on one of the first threads when we picked on what we started on and we selected psycic power. She basicly sad to chose one of the 3 and then said tech is also viable but longer term path than others on persional lvl atleast.

As for last part that is an advice that control aplies to all of them.

With your fight slowly approaching, you decide to at least prepare a little bit mentally for your match, as you kinda like the idea of following the Spirit Warriors in their effort to educate humanity.
But you're still more interested in the actual punchout that's about to unfold, so you leave it on the backburner for now.

And as if on queue the announcer returns to quiet down the rowdy crowd.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
We're already at the third bracket and it does NOT look like we're running out of surprises!
This mysterious fellow not only managed to impress our juries but our most esteemed guests as well! Coming to us from the famous Shaolin monastery, this esteemed monk is sure to bring EVEN MORE excitement to our tournament!
Please welcome: BAO!"

Upon closer inspection the guy looks like your traditional, middle aged buddhist monk, complete with their famous orange robes and shaved head.
And even now you can sense a certain strength emanating from his body, betraying his actual power.
Could it be? Did the people of Earth actually figure out Ki already?
If so... how long has it been known? Is it a closely kept secret by the Buddhists or are there several secret societies with ties to arcane mysticism who have superhumans at their disposal right now?
The possibilities are as numerous as they are deeply unsettling.

As he walks up the stage you see that he's in a perpetual prayer, with his hands clapped together and muttering to himself some sort of mantra, the words of which escape even your focused ears.
His aura also feels quite different from what you're used to, being a lot less like a raging fire of the soul and more like... TV static.
You're so focused on the guy that you completely fail to pay attention to his opponent and you might as well, because he's nothing.
Just another contender bound to flake out due to the incomprehensibly steep competition.

Things go as usual, with the announcer asking them for a clean fight and then telling them they can start.
However Bao does not move an inch from where he's standing, instead he bows and invites his opponent to come at him.

What ensues might just be the most "traditionally badass" fight you've ever seen as the man doesn't even bother to look at his opponent, instead he not only averts his gaze but keeps his eyes closed while easily parrying each and every strike of his opponent with one hand, all the while keeping up his prayer with the other and jumping above or around any low attacks that are made against him.
As he keeps casually swatting away punch after punch, Bao finally swipes with his hand and grabs his opponent by the arm.

Without breaking a sweat he twirls the man with a single twisting motion.
The poor guy lands on his hip and begins hissing in pain.
"Ouch... that was a bad landing..."
You wonder out loud.

But the man does not relent, opting to stand up and take another swing at the monk.
This however was a bad idea, as Bao side steps the now clumsy man and places his palm on the guys chest.
At first, nothing happens but a moment later you feel Baos energy flow from his body into his hand, knocking his opponent on his ass and his lights out.
With a ten count following shortly after, Bao is named the winner.

"Not bad."
You rub your chin.
"Not bad at all. Wonder where they were keeping this guy..."
But as the priest is declared the winner you realize that it's your turn to move on stage.

>Get changed into costume and move out
>Try to catch the monk first.
>Other?

Also, FUCK that ban...

>>3855006
>Get changed into costume and move out
Inb4 we fail every roll.

>>3855005
>Try to catch the monk first.
>Not bad I hope you can lead some people in the future. Might want to visit Netherlands there is a new trail to test your spirit there behind a door leading nowhere in the middle of tulip field. (Plus guardian meting with one of the few powered people even before this tournament could be mutually beneficial.)

>>3855006
>Get changed into costume and move out

>>3855006
>Get changed into costume and move out

>>3855013
We could do this after our fight

I wonder exactly what the religious groups of the world are doing now that God isn't real, atleast not their gods, purple cats and fruit people are the real gods with an eternal manchild above all others

>>3855023
Well King Yama is real so certain group is likely expanding.

>>3855030
No other contact with divine bureaucracy till new guardian we got hired if I remember correctly.

Fightan time!

>writing

>>3855050
the ban strikes back?

>>3855094
Yes and it's driving me nuts.
I've been sitting on this update for over 20 minutes now

Leaving to a safe area to get changed back into your Slayer get-up, you make your way to the hallway leading up to the ring.

Ignoring any and all attempts at people trying to talk, you wait patiently for the announcer to do his thing.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

We all know we've been waiting for this! So let's not mince words!

He's a fighter unlike any other, a hero, NAY! A LEGEND! If he didn't give any name during the sign-up, I wouldn't even be in trouble!

PLEASE! WELCOME: THEEEEE SLAYEEEEEEEEER!"
"It's showtime!

DJ! SPIN THAT SHIT!"
The guys responsible for the acoustics received a "short" list of songs you hand-picked yourself to be used before each of your matches.

You left it up to their discretion which one they pick, so this should be interesting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULWRuDzHmoA
Walking out with your arms spread out like "Yeah! What is it?", you drink in the erupting screams and adorations of people.

You see more than one quite heartwarming messages, like "We love you" and a few that are... best left unmentioned. Let's just say Caulifla and Kale are hopefully not paying any attention to them.

As the speakers keep blasting your song, you walk up to the arena itself where you await your opponent.
"Aaaand in this corner! The former professional boxer who came out of retirement one more time, just to participate in our most illustrious event..."

Oh. Oh nonono.

"The man who, in all his professional career, never once lost a boxing match IN HIS LIFE! AND A HOLDER OF MANY TITLES!"

Ohohohohooooooo~

"FLOOOOOYD MAYWEATHEEEEEEER!"

WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA.
The man walks up to the stage wearing a big robe which he throws off of himself before stepping up.

He too receives some cheers from the crowd but they obviously pale in comparison to yours.

Sizing you up, he starts immediately throwing a few practice swings just to warm up.
>"Sorry, Spirit Warriors. This one's going to be an asswhooping."

>Just knock him out. No need to drag this out

>Try your hand at spreading the knowledge of energy around.

>Other?

I was getting fed up so I did some neckbeard magic.
It took quite a while but I managed to post through phone

>>3855114
>Try your hand at spreading the knowledge of energy around.

>>3855114
>Try your hand at spreading the knowledge of energy around.

I have no idea who this floyd guy is, but I like boxing as a fighting style and if this guys never lost a fight he atleast deserves a lesson

>>3855114
>"Sorry, Spirit Warriors. This one's going to be an asswhooping."

>>3855114
>"Sorry, Spirit Warriors. This one's going to be an asswhooping."
Screw this dude

>>3855121
Same I have no idea who he is.

>>3855114
>>"Sorry, Spirit Warriors. This one's going to be an asswhooping."
Hahahaha

>>3855114
>Try your hand at spreading the knowledge of energy around.

>>3855121
>>3855125
He's a notorious douche.
Like
A real cunt.

>>3855125
>But if he is bad... Modify the lesson the 2 spirit warriors before already taught unlocking. we drop control teaching and just go on demonstration on the 3 types of mortal power by using him as punching bag. Its more for audience than anything then as he wont appreciate or process anything really it being beaten on and all.

>>3855135
He literally parks in disabled spots in Car Parks because he's got lots of money and can get away with it.
He's like a fucking cartoon villain.

>>3855114
>Try your hand at spreading the knowledge of energy around.

>actually wanting to teach the wifebeater how to use superpowers
Please.

>>3855135
>>But if he is bad... Modify the lesson the 2 spirit warriors before already taught unlocking. we drop control teaching and just go on demonstration on the 3 types of mortal power by using him as punching bag. Its more for audience than anything then as he wont appreciate or process anything really it being beaten on and all.
I like this

>>3855139
Then a practical demonstration suits him just fine being a target of it and all delivered in mocking tone. *Shrugs* No need to hold back on lessons that help all even if he is an ass besides spreeing knowledge equals not us being too gentle or actually helping him. just info to spreed once in public and demo with them being used on him no real encouragement or waiting or guiding to actually let him learn.. .

>>3855147
>*Shrugs*
Never do this again.

>>3855151
Sure your Majesty king of people Divided but Whole.

I came back from a shit ( still banned)
Why are people advocating teaching Floyd I beat my wife Mayweather?
Anyway...

>writing
And roll 1d21 i guess
Best of 4
Dc:4 Crit 10

Also i probably wont lost untl i get home.
This shit is driving me nuts

Rolled 11 (1d21)

>>3855167

Rolled 5 (1d21)

>>3855167
Not teach just exposition for audience with him as beating bag and no time to really process as he is too busy trying to DOGE and failing.

Rolled 6 (1d21)

>>3855167

Rolled 14 (1d21)

>>3855167
Clearly you should've made his assholery more evident, I guess.

>>3855167
I missed the vote but, I didnt know who he is. IC we could see Eric dosent like him but not why he dose not like him.

Besides any advantige he will have if he lerns anything (hopefully not) will be temporary at best as the lessons are there moustly to spred info to the masses so pure theory while we casualy beat on him is fine and acomplishes a goal if in bit less flashy way.

As the guy keeps jabbing away, you just crack your neck once.

"Let's do this."
The second you're told that you can begin Floyd starts shuffling towards you, his hands raised in defense.

Straight away, he starts talking shit to you.

"Okay home boy. We both know you'll win, but if this was a real match with rules we both know what would happen!"
"Oh... do we?"

You know he's playing you. And frankly, you WANT him to.

Raising your hands in THE STANCE, you practically beg him to come and take a swing.
He begins laughing at you.

"You jokin' man! Come on!

Why you gotta pose like a clown?"
"Try me. Bitch."
"Oh that is. IT!"
He steps forward with his right foot and using his momentum he throws the first punch.

Nimbly you dodge him and with one knuckle pressed forward, like how Hit punches, you attack him.

Aiming at his neck, you stop right before crushing his trachea. Mayweather stops in horror as he realizes you almost struck him without him ever realizing, giving you an opportunity to further bamboozle him.

He follows your right hand as you pull it back, letting you blindside him with your other arm.

Despite what everyone seems to think, you don't actually use any ki during this.

Your natural speed is just already beyond that of a normal humans.
A few more dashes and headshots later, Floyd is sufficiently concussed and looks quite punch drunk.

"THAT. Was not supernatural!"

You start shouting.

"Only... Human strength-"

You punch him twice in the gut to make him lower his arms.

"Precisely focused and sharpened to a razors edge!"
Taking a few steps away from him you start doing a little breathing exercise.

"While energy is important... *phew* knowing how to use it is even more so.

One can achieve quite a lot, with quite little if they are efficient.

Anything... from the mind, to the body and even the soul... can be weaponized with enough conviction and practice!

But mastery... Mastery of any one of them can elevate them higher than you can imagine!"

Managed to squeeze out one last update snd transferred it to phone.
Currently omw home

>create updates on laptop
>email to self
>copy and paste to 4chin

Atleast that's how I'd get around the issue

>>3855236
Do you know how IPs work.

>>3855241
He is probably thinking he has 2 IP's one being his PC's modem and other being seperate data plan on phone or somthing. Its a deacent idea and quite likely. He likely just dose not know QM's situation in full so give the guy some slack.

YOSHAAA! I'm back!
>writing
Just let me eat something in the meanwhile. Haven't had dinner yet

>>3855236
That's kinda how I got around to it.
But my data plan is very limited so I prefer using my phone to post sparingly

You swing once, at regular speed, to demonstrate your point.
Then, after looking at the audience while nodding, do it again with actual effort put into it.
The people look in awe as the giant displays focusing on you with their slowed down footage fail to show anything, just your arm disappearing.

"But you didn't come for this... No.
You came for the fireworks, didn't you? So here's a little show."
Extending your hand you make a glowing sphere of energy about the size of a basketball in your hand, while at the same time holding up Floyd with the other hand by the chin as he's about to fall.
"Here... The most basic thing. Projecting energy outward.
Normally... not much. And since we don't have anything special about us... we can't afford to waste it."
Pulling it back in, you merge the ki with your own aura.
"So... to make the most of it, we focus."

Once more you create the same orb, but this time compress it to the size of an apple and smack Mayweather with it, sending him flying out of the ring.
The crowd cheers as the judge goes in to start counting.

>Bow.
>Lift him back into the arena
>Other?

>>3855275
>Bow.

>>3855275
>Bow.

>>3855275
>Bow.

>>3855275
>Bow.

>>3855275
>Bow.

what does the lift him back in entail?

>>3855287
You continue beating the shit out of him Spopovich style

>>3855275
>Lift him back into the arena

>>3855291
if we put him back in the ring can we fix him up a bit then hold back till we are about even physically to him then beat the crap out of him in his his own game?

We should display the fundamentals of psionics next round.
Magic last.

>>3855321
Sounds good.

>>3855321
>>3855325
You assume you'll be able to teach anything while fighting...

Anyway, looks like Mayweather is out
>writing

>>3855327
Just time-skip out of the way bro
These ki-loving faggots aren't waku waku enough to defeat time skip
Fuck you, goku, you fucking trash

>>3855327
Well it sounds good but no plan really survives the contact with enemy/plot.

Like a performer satisfied with his act, you bow before your audience and wait for the ten count.
"L-Ladies and Gentlemen... Floyd Mayweather has... HE HAS BEEN KNOCKED OUT!
AND WITHOUT A SWEAT I MIGHT ADD! Now I don't know about you but seeing former world champions beaten, battered and humiliated MAKES ME GLAD TO BE HERE ON THIS FINE DAY!
THE SLAYER WINS THE FIRST MATCH!"

And the crowd goes wild from the announcer trying his best to hype them up.
Chuckling to yourself you start leaving the stage as the paramedics rush in to pick your poor opponent up.
Luckily for them, they shouldn't have too much work with him. One of the perks of knowing ones strength is knowing exactly how much force they need.
No excessive damage there.

As you make your way back inside however you can't help but sigh.
This... was nowhere near as fun as you expected. Really, it feels more like a chore than anything else.
"Guess I set myself up for disappointment, huh?"

"Do not say that..."

"GAH!"
You jump as you hear an unfamiliar voice speak up.
Looking over your shoulder you spot... Bao of all people standing there.
"Whoa dude! How did you-"

"I got the impression you wished to talk to me..."

"Yeah but, how?"
You shake your head and grab a towel from the pile next to you to wipe your face a bit.
"Never mind that. Hey, I'm... er... this is awkward."

"It is.
But worry not.
Sometimes names meaningless. I know who, or more importantly what you are.
And you know me. So what does it matter if we don't exchange names?"

"Riiiight. Cool.
So I take it you aren't opposed to talking?"

"Actually I've been meaning to seek you out.
You made... quite an impression. Like the rays of the sun, one can't help but notice and bask in its glory."

"Huh...
Interesting. Well it's a good thing because I was interested in you as well.
So how about we take this somewhere private and-"

"AND NOW! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PLEASE WELCOME OUR NEXT CONTESTANT-
...
...
...
Err... N-Neko-chan..."

>Oh shoot! Hold that thought! I wanna see this!
>Eh... this is more important
>Other?

>>3855396
>i must admit i'm interested in the next fight would you like to watch with me then have a discussion after?

>>3855399
supporting this

>>3855396
>Eh... this is more important
>Inform about the mystic trails in Tulip field.

Saw someone propose this seems intresting and he is important either choice sacrifice somthing either socal or info.

>>3855399
Support.

>>3855405
Maybe we could watch the fight while we talk. Tell the monk that we have seen what this tournament has to offer, and so far only he has caught our attention, there's potential in him, and we have a nice idea about how to access it. (Tell him about god)

>>3855396
>Eh... this is more important

Ignore the bait, Eric. If Bao can hide from you he knows a good bit about Ki. This Is important.

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You're not gonna like where this goes
Anyway
>writing

And on a completely unrelated note, I tried out CodeVein. Here's how it went down
>So... this is anime Dark Souls, right?
>Nicely optimized for pc, even has keyboard button prompts
>Choose your gas mask. So this is Anime Stalker then?
>MOIST NUGGET WITH BAYONET AFFIXED TO IT IS A WEAPON CATEGORY!

>>3855449
A moist nugget chambered for BLOOD.

>>3855449
Code vein unironically cured me of a week long depression from my pet dying.
Its such a good fucking game holy shit

"I must admit, as much as I'm interested in talking with you, I also want to see this next fight.
What do you say about joining me? We could watch and... discuss things while we're at it."

"Oh I'm afraid I can't.
I don't particularly enjoy watching fights...
Besides, it'd be quite hard for me as well."
He looks at you and his closed eyelids lift up, revealing milky white beads that are devoid of light.

"Oh... Oh I'm sorry-"

He chuckles a little.
"Don't be. You did not take my sight away.
It was... luck. But as you know, people like us seldom depend on eyes to navigate the world."

"Still... It's just a formality.
I didn't mean to offend you."

"You did not."

"Anyway, I've been meaning to catch you.
Ever since the start I've been curious about you.
So forgive me if I sound like I'm bombarding you with questions but I got a lot on my mind and need to get it out of my system.
First off, how are you here? I mean how did you learn these things?
Second, WHY are you here? I thought Buddhists didn't care for violence."

"I'll answer the second one first.
Normally we wouldn't be here, that is correct. However the Dalai Lama thought this to be more than a mere flaunting of ones power.
It is for the betterment of mankind and a peaceful future. And I agree with that sentiment.
So he sent me, to represent the best our people have to offer for the wider universe."

"That makes sense."

"And as to how I'm here. Well, like many great tales this is a long story and I do not wish to bore you with the details.
Suffice to say I've traveled from temple to temple, contemplating Buddhas teachings as well as the wisdom of our ancestors.
What you see before you is a culmination of over a thousand years work.
I often... wondered why I, of all people, have been found fit to receive these gifts where so many others failed to hold them.
But now I think I was meant to come here and show the world the truth."

"A truth you've been... hiding so far?"

"Not for as long as you may think.
Like I said, I am the first one who managed to fully unlock the secrets of our scriptures.
All others only managed to attain bits and pieces. So we only suppressed the truth for a couple decades.
For the greater good."

"Yeah. I get you.
I was hesitant about spreading this myself... Until I saw what's out there.
Believe me, we need this!"

"Oh I do not doubt that for a moment..."

"OH! This reminds me-"
You smash your fist into your palm.
"If possible, I'd like you to visit some tulip fields the Netherlands!
I know this sounds weird but there is a person you really should meet!"
The old monks mouth curls into a smile as he reaches into his robe and pulls out first class ticket to the Netherlands.
"H-Holy shit!"

"There's no need to inform me.
We are already aware of the Dragons arrival.
Many of us are eager to meet him. Or at the very least, try to."
You look at the guy and start sweating nervously as your mind starts racing about the implications.
This amuses the monk greatly.
"I admit I was skeptical at first. But the signs are all here. Even the dead started walking the earth, disrupting the Wheel.
You... seem to have a great deal of influence regarding the matters of celestials..."

"D-Do you actually know about them?!"

"I'm afraid not.
Like most people, I only ever met the great Enma at the gates of the afterlife.
But I did hear hushed whispers about the architects of fate who spin the threads of the universe.
If you managed to get us a guardian deity then the only explanation is that you know such beings."

While it's technically true, the guy still has NO CLUE just how right he is. Which is good.
But as you're sighing with relief that the being in front of you is not an omniscient badass eclipsing even you, a voice reverberates through the tunnel leading to the arena.
"AND THE WINNER IS NEKO-CHAN WITH A SINGLE PUNCH!"

"DAMMIT!"

"Oh... I'm sorry.
I did not mean for you to miss that."

"Nah. It's okay.
I'll watch his next fight instead."

"I'd... advise against that.
Who or whatever that person is they... they give me a bad feeling.
Like an omen."

"Really? All I feel is mild curiosity."

"Then consider yourself lucky.
He or she... smells weird."
Huh.

>Ask more about him
>How does your order view me? I admit, I don't know much about my own image
>Do you know of any other people like you hiding in the dark corners of the earth?
>Other?

>>3855523
>How does your order view me? I admit, I don't know much about my own image

>>3855523
>Do you know of any other people like you hiding in the dark corners of the earth?

>>3855523
>>Ask more about him
>>How does your order view me? I admit, I don't know much about my own image
>>Do you know of any other people like you hiding in the dark corners of the earth?

>>3855523
>>How does your order view me? I admit, I don't know much about my own image.

>>3855523
>How does your order view me? I admit, I don't know much about my own image

>writing

"Interesting... did you just say smell?"

"Yes. I've never felt anything quite like it."
Bao frowns.
"It was quite unpleasant."

That's not much to go by and if you tried to figure it out, you'd probably just give yourself anxiety so you decide to drop the topic.
"I guess I'll handle that when I'm up against him."

"You speak like that's a certainty...
I kid, I kid. Even a blind fool like me recognizes your power.
Truth be told, as you stand before me I'm trying to figure out ways to stand up to you and find myself coming up short."

"I was about to say you don't think much of me!"

"On the contrary.
While we do not believe in labeling people good or evil, the being named Frost created much evil in the world.
It was his karma that brought you to him and you gave him his rightful punishment, sparing many people from further misery.
Though not many of us agree with your methods, or how you use The Gift we understand why you do it.
And I, personally thank you for your efforts."

You crack a little smile as you turn to face the crowd. As you look at the many faces outside you start rambling on for a bit.
"You know, sometimes I wonder what I'm doing is right.
I don't know if I should get involved more... or less. But when I hear people thanking me it makes me think I did good."

"And what about those that don't?
Those that keep saying how you were wrong."

"I... try not to think about them much.
While not many have come forward and accused me of anything, I know there are those that think ill of me.
But if I worry about all the potential consequences of my actions, I'd never do anything!
So as childish and immature as it sounds, I just try to do my best and hope for the best."

Bao then walks up to you and tries consoling you.
"Answers don't need to be complicated.
Sometimes the simple, childish solutions are the best. No need to over complicate them."

"Thanks..."

"By the way... may I have a request for you?"

"Sure..."

"When our match comes, could you not hold back?
Just once I'd like to feel real power."

You pause for a moment and give him a concerned look, despite knowing that he can't see it.
"If I do that... you die."

"We both died at one point and will die again.
It matters not to me if it happens here or ten years from now.
I'll even give my consent to the judges that if I die, you win."

>Okay
>Sorry but I refuse
>Other?

>>3855622
>>Sorry but I refuse
>>We all have duties to attend to, and you have one in teaching your fellow monks how to follow in your footsteps and then the rest of humanity, but if you really want to feel True Power....then seek out The Guardian when your time comes, he will contact me, and I will give you what you ask for.

>>3855626
This + That being said, I won't take it easy on you, I'll use everything short of deadly force

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>>3855622
>Okay
Hey, maybe the dice gods will have mercy.

>>3855641
What makes that line so godly is that Dolph almost actually killed Stalone on set.
Silvester was dicking around, asking him to punch him as hard as he could.
Initially Dolph refused but caved under the pressure, after which he threw a punch which hospitalized Stalone. He almost fucking died

>>3855622
"Last time I let someone kill me, took my own death lightly, I accidentally hurt the people closest to me in all the world, the ones that mean everything to me. You really sure you can afford to die just for your curiosity?"

>>3855634
>supporting this

>>3855654
This.

These are both pretty good
>>3855654
>>3855626
>writing

You look down at the little man, letting a tiny morsel of energy escape, just enough to make him feel its pressure, its... girth.
"Last time I let someone kill me, took my own death lightly, I accidentally hurt the people closest to me in all the world, the ones that mean everything to me. You really sure you can afford to die just for your curiosity?"

His perfectly calm demeanor wavers a bit.
"I... look I didn't-"

"Listen... We all have duties to attend to, and you have one in teaching your fellow monks how to follow in your footsteps and then the rest of humanity.
But fine, I'll satisfy your curiosity. I'll use everything short of killing you.
If you still crave more afterwards... then seek out The Guardian when your time comes, he will contact me, and I will give you what you ask for."

Finally you take a step back and as fast as it came, your energy retreated back inside.
With the pressure gone the remaining composure of the monk disappears as he sighs with relief.
He reaches up to his chest and finds it pounding faster than ever before.
"I... didn't realize the gap was so vast..."

"The only difference between us is that I had a teacher, you didn't.
Seek the Guardian. Maybe he can make sure we have a good match.
Until then... stop seeking death."

And that's it for today.

Tune in next time when we'll (hopefully) have both Sigurd and Bruce fucking Lee fighting!
Due to awkward timing the next session will be on Monday around the usual time.
Until then if you have any requests I'd be happy to oblige and write them for you to keep you entertained

>>3855673
Good run Not Som. Thanks.

>>3855673
thanks for running Nega-Som

>>3855673
thank for the run not-som

>>3855673
>Neko-Chan smells weird
>Gives a monk the feeling of a bad omen

not-som are you buu-ing us here? More or less? Are we the only one meddling In this tournament? Is there fuckery afoot here? It sounds like fuckery Is afoot and I'm paranoid.

>>3855796
Time Breaker or Time Patroller maybe?

An obscure character reference/cameo to the protagonist of Hollow Quest Redux?

>>3855796
More than likely this pure Buddhist boy is just smelling the reek of a mega THOT for the first time in his life and is instinctively wary

>>3856288
>Long ago, in the mountains of Nepal...
>"You have done well in your training Bao, your journey grows shorter and shorter it seems."
>"Thank you Master, but I still have to learn."
>"Quite. But before you head to the tournament, heed my warning."
>"Hm?"
>"In this world, there are creatures in the guise of women wishing only to ensnare you and abuse your good intentions."
>"...go on."
>"Though they may seem the epitome of their gender on the service, underneath that exterior is a cold and hollow hole desperately clogged with the passing compliments of men."
>"What do they call these creatures Master?"
>"THOTS! BEWARE THE THOT BAO! AND SUFFER NOT THE THOT TO LIVE!"

>>3856302
I imagined the Dalay Lama sayimg that to Bao. Now my sides have colonized Mars.

>>3856780
>>3856302
This is some yokai shit

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>tfw you find a kino mango but the chances of it becoming are virtually nill and even if it gets an adaptation it'll probably be shit

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>>3857097
>pic related
It's Chainsaw Man

>>3857097

Sometimes, mangos are the best form of media.

Anime can be a tricky medium to adapt comics to. I think I prefer stuff like Dungeon Meshi in a comic format, might have pacing problems as an anime.

>>3857106
True

But in this case it's different.
This would've been the shit in the 90's. Sadly its time is over. Nice trip down memory lane though.
You don't see people eating puke nowadays

>>3857109
Hey now, Studio Bones or Madhouse might get the bid for it if we're lucky.
Darkest timeline is that it gets a shitty CG anime like Berserk and Kengan Ashura.
WHY THE FUCK DO THEY ONLY DO THIS TO MANGA WITH INCREDIBLY DETAILED ART?!

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>>3857620
To reiterate, do you think pic related would translate to budget anime CG at all?

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>>3857622
Eh... Japan proved themselves to be capable of exceeding expectations. As long as they don't give the source material to a studio that doesn't give a shit.

I mean, they DID manage to bring Muratas iteration of One Punch Man which was... basically stop motion in comic form.
And if My Soi Academia gave us anything, other than waifus, is an example to other studios: Take your time to do quality work and the results will speak for themselves.
That show STILL looks incredibly well when it's trying

*sigh*
As shit as the anime industry can be, at this point they are the sole thing keeping my spirit up.
The arians of the orient may be dooming us with their weird taste rubbing off on us, but at the same time they are saving us.
So I'm glad that for all their flaws they keep supplying me with the copious amounts of Power I need to keep going.
Here's Power
Say hi to her

So I just beat Astral Chain and it was fuckin' Amazing

>>3857863
I'm happy for you anon.
I don't have a switch but enjoy Platinums works. Most of the time anyway.

>>3857883
Yeah I Actually gave a shit about the Characters which I usually never do so you Know it was Fuckin' Great

>>3857883
Supposedly it's a Platinum game where they didn't run into any of the development troubles they usually do.
Nothing is rushed, no cut characters, everything is polished, full motion cutscenes, character customization, no lore supervisors to answer to...
They finally had the time and budget to make a fucking solid game in every aspect.

>>3857977
You know i still don't know what that scientist chicks Plan was
the later villain i get it's the BECOME AS GODS Standard evil plan we're use to in most Platinum Games

>>3857987
Dawg just hit shit with your Evangelion Stand while doing Wonderful 101 chain loops.

>>3857994
Yeh you're basically right it's just the plot of Evangelion

Hey hey hey!
Just popping in to confirm that tomorrow I'll be running again.
And with my new trick I'll most likely be able to work around the ban!

>>3860046
Waiting warmly for tomorrow.

Also, a ban? What’s that about?

>>3861291
Sombody got baned from his work place IP screving him over.

It seems that your words reached Bao and oddly enough, brought him some peace.
"I... thank you.
I will."

"Come now! Cheer up a little!
I'm sure the Guardian will help you a great deal!
Who knows, maybe we'll even have a good match once you're more accustomed."

"Maybe. Maybe.
I just wanted to know... wanted to see how far I've actually come.
But it seems that our thousand year long journey only amounted to this much."

"You've come farther than most living humans.
And unlike the rest, you did not have any help. You got this far on your own.
I'm a bit jealous."

"I suppose you're right.
If nothing else I'll pass on my knowledge and pray that future generations will make use of it.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to meditate on this.
And for what it's worth, I hope I can at least put up a fight."

You nod at him and the monk walks away calmly.
And at the same time you return to observing the matches as they pass by one after another.
Despite the wealth of information you manage to discern from the way they fight, they offer precious little to you.
Nevertheless they were good filler if nothing else before the next main course.
Sigurd.

The man whose identity and personality still baffle you.
Could it be that he IS a long distant ancestor of yours? Big if true, but you have your doubts about it.
His cold, cuntish personality seems to point in that direction. However it's difficult to tell if it's a product of his time, genuine or if it's all just a big facade.
But there might be a way to find it out.

If you watch him fight perhaps... perhaps it'll become apparent.
Maybe it's hereditary, maybe the source of the Asulf family rage is the balls after all.
What if it IS hereditary? Would that even matter? He's long dead and so is any real connection you'd have to him.

Now he's the one up and you can't help but feel bad for his opponent.

>See if you can catch him before the match and talk with him
>Wait and see
>Go to his opponent and give him a few tips...
>Other?

>>3861806
>Go to his opponent and give him a few tips...

We're just spreading knowledge, if this earth nigga manages to get a few kicks to sigurds under balls, that's his fault

>>3861806
>Wait and see

>>3861806
>Go to his opponent and give him a few tips...

>>3861812
Support

>>3861806
>Wait and see

Well that took a turn...

Okay.
Normie gets to eat shit hard
Roll for his performance please
Higher is better, best of 4
>writing

Rolled 12 (1d21)

>>3861841

Rolled 10 (1d21)

>>3861841

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>3861841

>>3861854
Oof... this... this might get ugly

Rolled 5 (1d21)

>>3861841

>>3861855
Normies trauma awakens potential?

Meddling in this one is... probably not a good idea.

No need to make it worse than it's already going to be.

So you simply watch as the two contenders make their way into the arena.

The human, clearly aware of the level of fuckery that happens with the Spirit Warrirors is already on the verge of surrendering.
As the match is officially started however Sigurd throws a wrench into things.

Drawing the hand-axe from his belt, he walks over to the edge of the arena and sets it down.

Trying to focus on the weapon, you fail to sense any disturbance coming from it. Looks like it's just a plain, old weapon. Nothing special what so ever.
"A'ight.

I'm going to be straight withcha.

I don't really care about this at all. An' I won't pretend I do either.

So here's how we'll do it. I'll give you a minute. Ya can do anythin' you want. I won't hit you back.

If you knock me out, that's that. You win. If you don't though... Imma whoop your ass boy."

A bit shaken by this the living fighter, who's a fair bit taller than the once mighty viking takes him up on the offer and walks up to him.

Sigurd just grins like a jackal and starts.

"Okay... One-"
As if needing any more encouragement his opponent began mercilessly throwing hooks left and right, each one aimed at Sigurds face.

Though his head is jerking around it's plain as day that it barely even affects him.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

CONTESTANT SIGURD IS JUST TAKING ALL OF IT! AND HE'S STILL STANDING!"
But it's more than that.

With an unbroken smile Sigurd continues to taunt his opponent with his toothy grin, unflinching, unwavering.

Ten seconds pass by, then twenty. Each segment seemingly lasting longer than the last and the beating is also ramping up in intensity.

By the end his opponent is not even pretending to focus and just starts hurling haymakers with his full body behind each blow.

However Sigurd doesn't even move an inch.
Unfortunately, as Sigurd reaches the end of his count something happens.

"Fifty ni-"
His opponent grabs him by the shoulders and knees him in the balls as hard as he can.

The sound of the impact reverberates throughout the stadium, making every man cringe as the once cock-sure Viking falls to his knees with a gasp.

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>>3861882
>once cock-sure Viking

And this is why I hate doing this.
See how the phone fucks up spacing?

Seizing his opportunity the regular human laughs nervously at his own genius and tries to go in for a second one, this time attempting to knee Sigurd in the face and "hopefully" knock him out. What he did not expect was the viking casually raising his hand, making his leg stop dead and standing up to glare at him while still clenching his knee.

"A'ight. That was a good one, I'll give you that!"
Sigurd starts tilting his head to one side, making it crack and as he twists it the other way it pops once more. His aura starts to increase in intensity to the point that its crimson waves become visible to the naked eye.
"But now... I'm going to hurt you."

His ki is... actually substantial. And not just for a normie.
It's thick, viscous and flows like a gelatinous liquid. It oozes out and rises above him, forming a large bubble of sorts and as it moves around it almost looks like it's... taking shape.
It also somehow feels... threatening. Like the ki ITSELF wants to kill the guy standing in front of him.

>Swoop in and stop him
>Do nothing
>Other?

>>3861902
>cheer for the guy to either get his own ki up or get out, those are his options

>>3861903
Support.

By the rules he shouldn't be risking killing the guy if he still wants to fight us... But theirs is a lot of serious shit you can do without killing the guy.

>>3861902
>cheer for the guy to either get his own ki up or get out, those are his options

Whelp not interfering directly since the guy went for the jewels.

>>3861903
Support

Well this seems a rather elegant solution
Okay

Roll again for the boy.
Let's see if he gets it
Best of 4. DC: 17 No Crit
>writing

Rolled 1 (1d21)

>>3861913
GO

Rolled 6 (1d21)

>>3861913

>>3861914
OOF

Rolled 8 (1d21)

>>3861913
Let's GO

Rolled 13 (1d21)

>>3861913

Rolled 8 (1d21)

>>3861913

>>3861914
>>3861915
>>3861922
>>3861925
Jesus

>>3861913
well he crippled. Shrugs.

>>3861929
hopefuly pods will do somthing.

>>3861928
To be fair he did kick a Norse man in the balls. He’s just getting what he deserves.

>>3861931
I bet beat down will start before we even get out the first word out of our mouth. Good damned normies and their slow hearing.

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"This doesn't look good.
I really think he's finished this time..."
Walking down the stairs as the tension and Sigurds ki keeps mounting, you finally reach the row where the Saiyans are and start screaming encouragements.
"YOU CAN DO IT!"

The guy who's a nervous wreck by now as the manlet viking stares him down with the thousandfold fury of Thor spurned by the aching of his loins,
On the verge of fucking tears as Sigurd clenches his fist and you hear his finger bones crackling like bubble wrap, he looks at you.

"IT'S NOW OR NEVER!
CLENCH YOUR BUTT! DIG DEEP IN YOURSELF AND PUNCH WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT!
SHOUT!"

The guy turns back around and seeing the vengeance about to be unleashed by his opponent he starts running for it.
A hand grabbing his shoulder stops him dead and turns him back around.
"Where do you think you're goin' Champ?
Tickling a mans balls like that-"
Sigurd pulls back his fist and punches the poor sucker so hard in the gut everything inside that man that's not part of his body, i.e. food or air evacuates him.
"-and then bailing straight afterwards. Don't even have the courtesy to treat me to a meal huh? Shame. You civilized folk have really become rude in these years."

The guy goes limp as a fish and you're not sure why, a broken spine or because he got the wind knocked out of him so hard.
Regardless which one is the case it's quite easy to see that he's not going to get back up AND now he lacks the ability to surrender as well.
Seeing him curled up in the fetal position the judge rushes in and starts counting once he's certain Sigurd won't just kill him outright.

"-NINE! TEN!
And HE'S OUT!"

"Pffft... Couldn't even give me a good time after all.
Talk about blue balling..."
Sigurd grumbles under his beard.

After the match was over with and the poor fucker got taken to ER the announcer guy nervously called a quick little break while the staff gets to cleaning up the ring after this... particularly vulgar display.
Hopping down to meet him you catch Sigurd who's already picked back up his axe and is now affectionately rubbing it before sheathing the thing.
He stops in his tracks and starts staring.
"Oh. It's you."

"Could've gone easy on him."

"I did.
But when you go for the balls you better make sure the fecker stays down.
Otherwise you already sealed your fate. 'Sides, you saw 'im. Didn't even have the guts to fight back.
Not everyone has the talent."

"I suppose."

"So... anythin' ye want?
Not much for talkin' really but after this borefest I might as well or else I'll fall asleep."

>Ask something personal
>Ask him about the axe
>Ask him about his power
>Other?

>>3861950
>Ask him about his power
>Never really have feat that intense killing intent in KI. Was that a part of berserker thing in any way originally or is that something you developed in afterlife?

>>3861950
>Ask him about his power

>>3861959
This

>>3861950

I'll second this: >>3861952

>>3861950
>Ask him about his power
>"If I didn't know any better, it felt like you were about to go for the kill."

I read you.
Sorry for the radio silence. Got held up at the exit.
On my way home now
See ya in about 20

Hoyo!
I'm back!

I'll get to
>writing
immediately!

"If I didn't know any better-"
You speak up hesitantly.
"I would've thought you were going for the kill there."

"Ye. Sorry not sorry.
I'm afraid I'm not one for that whole fancy shmancy "holding back" business."

"Do you even KNOW how to hold back?"

"Nay."

"Just... no."

"Aye.
If they wanna hold back and teach ya that's all fine by me. But I'm not much of a teacher really.
Nor am I this "martial arts man". I lived most my life on the battlefield where it was kill or be killed. Holding back only got ya killed there."
Sigurd sees your frown and starts patting your back.
"Awww cheer up lil' boy! I wasn't gona kill anyone! If I do... I get kicked out! Remember?
And if I came all the way here only to not get a proper fight, I'll personally kick myself in the balls several more times!"

"Okay. I believe you.
But if you cripple someone-"

"Ain't happenin'! Calm your loins."

"That's good... I just-"
You pause as you try to search for the right words.
"I never really felt such intense killing intent in ones ki. It was almost scary in how much worse it was than something like Frost."

"Heh. Crapped yer pants did ya?"

"Yes. And that's no small feat-"

"Oh I bet it isn't!"

"Grrrr...
Anyway, how did you do that?
Was that part of your training or-"

"I 'unno."

"What do you mean you don't know?!"

"Listen 'ere!
I have no clue what you're askin' about!
It is how it is. I can't explain it. It was like that from the start. Even that blue bug got all freaked out by it."

"I bet... I never saw ki that looked like... blood."

"He neither.
But personally I don't care about it.
So what if nobody in the afterlife is like that? It ain't gonna change a damn thing about me so why bother finding out?
I just know that it be like that and I gotta work with it."

"Wait... you're talking about it like it's a burden-"

"It's a pain in the arse is what it is.
Can't bring the fecker out unless I get proper mad.
It just... gets stuck somewhere inside. Like having an icicle lodged in yer arse. It ain't comin' out unless it's boilin' hot!"

"And by boiling you mean-"

"Rage."

"Rage..."
You roll the word around in your mouth a bit. It really sounds like a Saiyan thing...
"So you're literally telling me your secret?"

"It ain't a secret. It is how it is.
Not much that can be done about it. Not by you, or me, or anyone.
And I sure as hell ain't gonna let you use it to your advantage boy.
Besides... as crappy as it is, rage is a powerful weapon. So I ain't complainin'."

"I know."

"Oh I'm sure you do..."

"What's that supposed to mean? I am the inheritor of the berserker rage!
I've snapped before... and I left quite a mark each time."

"I bet.
And I bet you cried and screamed like a bab hungering after its mothers teat.
But you know nothing of what being a berserker is about!"

>We'll see about that old man
>Then how about you show me?
>No. You're the one who knows nothing!
>Other?

>>3862084
>We'll see about that old man

>>3862084
>Then how about you show me?

Maybe we can offer him something in return when the fight rolls around. We might not know berserking, but we've been ahead of the curve in terms of picking up fantastically weird and esoteric shit, as well as having the most solid fundamentals around.

>>3862084
>"As far as historians are concerned, it was just you and yours getting piss drunk and eating wild mushrooms."
also
>Then how about you show me?

>>3862084
>>Then how about you show me?

>...Yeah your right I know that my rage is not as strong as some. (Kale) Just akward to just drop it family has allways been going on and on about it.
>Then how about you show me?

Okaaaay. Bonding time with grandpappy then
>writing

And start preparing those dice
You'll need them soon

"As far as historians are concerned, it was just you and yours getting piss drunk and eating wild mushrooms."

"Ah yes. We had historians back in the day as well.
They were the last ones to die because they were huddled up in the safety of their churches.
While the men who actually knew fighting meant already gave their lives for them. These are the maggots who'd call fighting and war brutal and barbaric while they never held a weapon in their lives."
Sigurd then spits on the ground.
"Drinking dulls the senses and the mushrooms are far worse. If you were dumb enough to take them before the battle you deserved to die. No... they were used as medicine to dull the pain of the injured and in rituals...
Besides, any Berserker worth their salt knew that the euphoria of the substances pales in comparison to the rush you get in battle! The smell of blood and death it's *inhales* intoxicating."

Hmmm. There is something to what he said, behind all that weird sexual tension.
And now that you're thinking about it you vaguely recall why the berserkers got their iconic name. In ancient norse it literally means Bear-coats, which they got from wearing bear fur into battle.
Them being associated with rage is a result of them being heavily romanticized, while any actual fact about their trance like state in battle is drowned out by people jerking themselves off at a raging madman swinging a big axe around.
Truth is... if they were really so mindless then they wouldn't have been so damn effective.

"Yeah you're right. I know that my rage is not as strong as some.
It's just that the topic my family kept going on and on about..."

"Hmph..."
Sigurd starts sizing you up, even giving you a bestial sniff.
"You don't smell like a liar. Maybe there is something to what the blue bug said...
Tell me, do ye want to learn how to use that rage of yours properly?"

"Yes, show me!"

"Then come.
Let's get some privacy."

>>3862144
>Tell me, do ye want to learn how to use that rage of yours properly?
Aw, yeah! Time for the Doom Slayer to kick it up a notch!

Taking you back into the ring where the stadium crew is already hard at work cleaning up Sigurds mess, the viking promptly chases the people off by loudly yelling at them in old nordic.
The poor guys, not wanting to deal with any of this shit, promptly flee the scene leaving it empty for you.

"A'ight. This should do. No pesky civilians to get in the way."
Taking his axe out and setting it safely down, he turns back to you.
"Okay boy. I guess t'is about time you showed me what you're really made of..."
He starts cracking his knuckles.
"Now first things first, we gotta get you proper mad. We can do it the easy way, or the hard way.
The choice is yours."

"Which is which?"

"The easy way is that you don't make this hard for me and just get butt mad on your own.
Or you'll be a stubborn little shite and I'll tear it out of you if I have to."

"Any old anger will do?"

"Course not!
I want you to be frothing at the mouth!
Real, genuine fucking FURY!"

You look down at your open palm and tightly squeez it.
There is... one way that you can do that. Though you'd rather not.

>Recall a memory that should do the trick
>Ask Sigurd for help
>Other?

>>3862157
>>Recall a memory that should do the trick
Think of... CABBA YOU SHIT!

>>3862157
>Recall a memory that should do the trick

>>3862157
>Recall a memory that should do the trick

>>3862157
>Recall a memory that should do the trick
Where should I begin? There's that shitstain of a demon king we killed...the second demon king, son of the original...that fucking bitch who was messing with time...Frost, naturally...Oh, and let's not forget the complete waste of power that is Gohan.

>>3862171
>>3862163
These two seem to be pretty much a summary of everything that pissed Eric off at some point
Okay

Roll those promised dice.
Best of 4
DC:10 Crit: 20
If you hit the second one I'll give you a little extra
>writing

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>3862212

Rolled 19 (1d21)

>>3862212
I also forgot to mention Planet Plant. That did piss him off a truckload back in the day.