T’charrl gave his father a nervous smile before turning away again, hoping he wasn’t going to screw this up. He knew of the dangers if he did happen to give up halfway, he didn’t want any of that when things were so dire. It was just a little bit of wind, that’s all. Maybe a lot of wind but to him it was better than being punched in the face over and over again. Feeling fair nervous he glanced at his father, still not feeling terribly confident even if he basically told him this was the easiest level of training. “Oh…I’ll try. I won’t falter! Or at least I hope I won’t…” If he could do just this one thing he could show that he wasn’t a coward or a weakling all in one go. He was pretty determined now, he was going to show his father he could do it. Moving forward a little bit he soon jumped right in, not catching the wind immediately until he started to feel hesitant again. It was strong and hurt his chest on first blow, but he was quick to dig his feet in to stop his light frame from being blown down. His father made it look relatively simple, but even if this was the ‘weakest’ wind it still felt like he got straight punched in the chest. Keeping his claws tucked in and his wings tight against him he closed his eyes, but once the wind stopped he fell forward a little bit, gasping before shaking his head. “How long do I have to do this…?”

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Shu let out a snort, folding his arms pretty tight again. He didn’t see himself as strong, if he was strong he would’ve been able to control himself and not get hurt in such an easy way. He was terribly inexperienced and just not fit for battle, everyone knew and told him this. It wasn’t fair to have everyone think he was weak because of who he was: just some little kid who didn’t seem to grow up beyond a young age. Takeshi was much bigger than him despite the pair only being a year apart. “Mister Roshi could! He just not here…” Maybe if he showed he was strong people wouldn’t keep treating him like he couldn’t and shouldn’t fight alongside them, he was a Prince after all even though that meant nearly nothing to him. He didn’t know what one did or whether they were supposed to do anything fancy, only that it was something that was apparently a big deal especially in Saiyan society. Still feeling rather moody he kept quiet for a moment, sighing a little before giving Takeshi a very short lived look. “Shu mad for many things! Shu not always mad…but Shu is mad just now…” he spoke quickly, keeping his eyes off Takeshi again, “You no get Shu not mad so easy! Can be angry for as long as can be, no need all that sorry! Not until people believe in Shu…”