Viral trusted Aito; he just didn’t trust himself. He was just a soldier, he couldn’t possibly accomplish everything like that. He had been made with so much potential and had failed at everything he had tried; it was even a wonder that they saw him with the potential to fight in the war. He could probably kill individuals who were trouble, but of course none of them would give him the chance to. He didn’t have a chance when it came to Saiyans, but if Aito believed in him so he was going to try and believe him, “Re-attuning? Just…re-attuning myself…” he spoke lowly, thinking about it, “My abilities are something no other creature has, but mastering is on a different plain altogether. It is true I don’t get ill, but…it might lead to…other desires…” Part of his immortality was his resistance to disease, something that many humans desired. The RRA were probably after it not to mention the King was after it, so that notion made him definitely feel concerned. It was a confliction that was steadily setting in his mind, whether he was being paranoid or not.
Maybe that was the reason the RRA saw him as a threat at the time, the man who helped create him must had deep religious feelings towards it to keep the human race pure; however, the thought of creating an army who could never die to disease, the biggest killer of soldiers, was definitely something they would want to have at their disposal. What a horrible confliction, but he couldn’t stop his creator. He should had been killed ages ago for what he did; being a failure to his creator was just dishonourable, “I’ll…possibly…see you soon”, he spoke, looking back up to the portal, “I will fulfil your orders and try my best to regain control of myself. I am not a weakling…”
With the party and the day over and done with, everything calmed down and the next day Shu and Takeshi were out and about with the aim to train in the art of flying. With T’charrl already clearly knowing how to fly, he was left back in the middle of nowhere at Takeshi’s house to try and train up his Ki. With the training he had received before he was definitely getting a lot better at it, managing to bring himself to summon Ki at will and practice throwing it like he had done before. He had a lot of energy today and he felt pretty good, keeping in mind that he had his friends to guide him. He was managing to keep his mentality in check and hold it all together, even without his friends to remind him who he was. He hoped to have it completely down by the end of the day, his desire to get stronger was definitely beginning to rival that of a Saiyan.
Shu, on the other hand, was having a ton of fun with learning how to fly again. He always had a great time with Takeshi, whether it was for the good for his health or going to wreck it. He knew the risks of flying and how he could easily crash and get horribly injured again, but at least Takeshi knew of several places to go to get him all healed up. Flying couldn’t be too hard now that he was getting used to using Ki again, even if his Ki was beyond powerful compared to the rest of his body. It was just too erratic for him to handle, but he would soon enough get a leash on it and under his control again. Getting all excited, he practically vibrated on his feet as Takeshi spoke to him, nodding a lot as he instructed him on flying, “Okay! Okay, okay! I can do it the right way, I promise!” he smiled before bouncing on his feet, trying to loosen up, “I want to just move it in my feet and out of my feet! Ohhh, then why does it feel like it wants to come out my knees too…”
It was definitely a difficulty he had to live with right now, having so much energy that he could barely keep it at bay. If Takeshi was going to help him in any way it would definitely be to catch him if he fell from the sky again. Trying to find his centre, he placed his feet flat on the ground and raised his hands, trying to guide his energy down steadily like he did before; however, before he could find control in his Ki he floated upwards rapidly, a little too quickly as he flailed before dropping back down to the ground. Flying by himself was pretty scary, probably because of a bunch of flashbacks of the bad constantly plagued his mind at the same time. Just because he was all happy didn’t mean he wasn’t scared, finding it as just his way to cope with certain situations.
Maybe that was the reason the RRA saw him as a threat at the time, the man who helped create him must had deep religious feelings towards it to keep the human race pure; however, the thought of creating an army who could never die to disease, the biggest killer of soldiers, was definitely something they would want to have at their disposal. What a horrible confliction, but he couldn’t stop his creator. He should had been killed ages ago for what he did; being a failure to his creator was just dishonourable, “I’ll…possibly…see you soon”, he spoke, looking back up to the portal, “I will fulfil your orders and try my best to regain control of myself. I am not a weakling…”
With the party and the day over and done with, everything calmed down and the next day Shu and Takeshi were out and about with the aim to train in the art of flying. With T’charrl already clearly knowing how to fly, he was left back in the middle of nowhere at Takeshi’s house to try and train up his Ki. With the training he had received before he was definitely getting a lot better at it, managing to bring himself to summon Ki at will and practice throwing it like he had done before. He had a lot of energy today and he felt pretty good, keeping in mind that he had his friends to guide him. He was managing to keep his mentality in check and hold it all together, even without his friends to remind him who he was. He hoped to have it completely down by the end of the day, his desire to get stronger was definitely beginning to rival that of a Saiyan.
Shu, on the other hand, was having a ton of fun with learning how to fly again. He always had a great time with Takeshi, whether it was for the good for his health or going to wreck it. He knew the risks of flying and how he could easily crash and get horribly injured again, but at least Takeshi knew of several places to go to get him all healed up. Flying couldn’t be too hard now that he was getting used to using Ki again, even if his Ki was beyond powerful compared to the rest of his body. It was just too erratic for him to handle, but he would soon enough get a leash on it and under his control again. Getting all excited, he practically vibrated on his feet as Takeshi spoke to him, nodding a lot as he instructed him on flying, “Okay! Okay, okay! I can do it the right way, I promise!” he smiled before bouncing on his feet, trying to loosen up, “I want to just move it in my feet and out of my feet! Ohhh, then why does it feel like it wants to come out my knees too…”
It was definitely a difficulty he had to live with right now, having so much energy that he could barely keep it at bay. If Takeshi was going to help him in any way it would definitely be to catch him if he fell from the sky again. Trying to find his centre, he placed his feet flat on the ground and raised his hands, trying to guide his energy down steadily like he did before; however, before he could find control in his Ki he floated upwards rapidly, a little too quickly as he flailed before dropping back down to the ground. Flying by himself was pretty scary, probably because of a bunch of flashbacks of the bad constantly plagued his mind at the same time. Just because he was all happy didn’t mean he wasn’t scared, finding it as just his way to cope with certain situations.