While Shu seemed perfectly fine with getting wet, T’charrl didn’t much like it to say the least. He was not someone who was easily scared, but something about water made him feel pretty disgusting all over. Jumping a little when his Ki caused a fair sized explosion, he wasn’t expecting the wave of water to come and smack him in the face. Yelping, he shook himself quickly in an attempt to get to the droplets off before they were allowed to settle, “That was not pleasant…” Feeling a little out of focus he soon sighed, trying to calm down and not allow something like that to happen again even if Shu appeared to enjoy it. Frowning a little, he looked to Takeshi and rubbed his head slowly. He hoped he was getting on well and Takeshi wasn’t just being nice to him, feeling as if his energy was probably weak and the explosions were not supposed to happen in the way they did. 

With his own little practice session coming to a halt for now, T’charrl turned to watch Takeshi as he decided to show off what was possible. Watching him curiously, he tried to follow the energy signatures that moved around Takeshi’s body as he built up his Ki as if trying to learn through observation. Watching as it built up, he gasped slightly when it fired off in several directions, watching the Ki twist and turn before finally colliding, creating a mass of Ki before creating a series of explosions with one coming dangerously close to them. Jumping slightly, he looked almost ready to fly in reaction before looking back to Takeshi again, smiling nervously, “That’s pretty impressive…but what if you used it around your friends? Is it really dangerous around others?”

Shu didn’t know what to make of the attack but he was immediately reminded that it was pretty cool and that he should express happiness upon witnessing it. Bouncing around Takeshi, he soon stopped to only quickly shake himself before standing up straight, “That was great! Went everywhere! How did you do that?” he asked quickly, feeling all sorts of excited. He hoped he’d be able to do something like that sometime, maybe in his own style and form, “It was so cool…all I know is blasting and more blasting!”

Viral wasn’t sure this man was understanding him, but then again it was awfully difficult to understand anything at this point. Even in his current state, he knew rocks didn’t last forever and eventually eroded, showing their age over time with even this island eventually disappearing, “I am not a rock…I do not change…at least for long”. Viral was feeling pretty confused with little paths to take to remove himself from this state. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do or how he was supposed to do anything to convince this guy otherwise, but he didn’t see how he was worth being celebrated over being alive if only out of pity. Groaning, he slowly rubbed his head in an attempt to think straight, “Nnnhhh…tell them to go away! Nothing to see here…nothing…”

It was hard to understand that people wanted to be around something like him, especially when they could enjoy life a whole lot more without him. They were all fine with not celebrating a birthday for him and that was fine, they had plenty of other events including their own birthdays to remember, but that didn’t give them any reason to celebrate him being alive; if he got too out of control then they would have to put him down and that was that, no taking it back and no regrets. Staring down at the ground, he slowly shook his head with a slightly confused look, feeling a lot more conscious than before, “Easy for you, you and your little ancient body”, he mumbled, frowning slightly, “You live on an island by yourself! I will live by myself too…a little island with nobody else”. Feeling confused, he frowned to himself with a hand going to his head, finding it a little difficult to take in what he was saying. He said all of these things but he lived out in the middle of nowhere with nobody around him, leaving him wondering whether he should end up doing that too. Lowering his head, he sighed before gasping as the man decided to touch his shoulder, his unfocused eyes looking to him quickly. Frowning at his words, he shifted uncomfortably, “I’ve seen people go, often by my own hand”, he muttered, his claws flexing slightly, “How dare they cheer for me; I killed them. They shouldn’t cheer…it’s wrong! Murderers get executed. I don’t understand what anyone sees in me…what possible use I am to them. You must had murdered many people to earn seclusion…I can feel your energy…”