"Everything has been taken care of Haku, don't you worry. We've planned for every possible situation and the people here are willing and wanting to help. You just focus on your exercises my son." There was far too much worry and not enough action from T'charrl, the boy needed more confidence. And confidence he would have once he began to do these exercises - and work with Nema on finding a 'peace of mind - of that Yusef was absolutely certain. They had anticipated that the beginning would be slow and yet no one was fretting too much over that: T'charrl would succeed given the time to. "Now then, I believe I feel another strong wind coming on! How about you show me that your last attempt wasn't just a fluke?" coercing his son the general smiled, gesturing towards the chasm once again, "A word of advice? Don't try to breath while the wind hits you, the force of it is likely going to knock you breathless. Its easiest to take a deep breath and hold it, helps to keep you from becoming winded... Literally." Haku was the first into the chasm and for that Yusef was glad they'd had the boy come along to help them. It should be of some consolation to have a friend there for his son and Haku's willingness to take part in the training could only make it easier. ---------- "If you're talking about Viral it's not like I [i]wanted[/i] to do that, it's your guys' fault we even had to fight him to begin with," grumbled Takeshi, frowning as he strapped weights to his legs and his arms. Krom could do whatever he wanted to try and shift the blame but ultimately he'd been complicit in the King's twisted ways and was every bit as guilty as their father. And his reasoning was... What? Avoiding punishment? Okay so then the guy was just a lousy coward willing to get kids hurt to save his own skin, that sounded so much better. "It's not that I don't think you haven't been training, I know you're a soldier and all. It's just that I know I'm going to pass you anyways, me and Shu both are," Takeshi continued as he finished preparing himself, grinning tauntingly at Krom, "And you're going to be part of what makes us better than you. Then our shitty old man, you, that jerk Korian, none of you guys are gonna be able to order us around anymore, you know? And we'll go back to Earth and you all can fight over whatever, I really don't care anymore." These aliens, this war, whatever went on didn't matter as much as keeping Shu happy and safe. And Viral, and Yumi, and Vegeta and the rest of his friends. Like hell he was going to keep letting these people order them to worlds and fight and get hurt for their stupid causes. He'd get strong enough to end the whole mess and once that happened they could forget any of this crap even existed. "Let's go pops, what am I doing to start? And don't hold back either, I want to do this crap right." ---------- Kill him? Why in the world was anyone going to kill Viral? The point of a sparring session wasn't even to injure someone let alone take their life... Wasn't he being a bit extreme? Releasing Viral's arm to avoid being swept Vegeta backed off and put his hands up preemptively, waiting for his friend to make his next move. Hearing the words that came next made his heart sink, a visible show of unease on his face as he threw a sidelong glance towards Aito accusingly. "Viral that's not..." Damn his father, they'd talked about it hadn't they? Conversation wasn't an option with the Beastman bearing down on him and again he was on the defensive, blocking punches hectically while trying to find an opening for himself. "It wasn't that, Viral! It's not that you were worthless, or even that I [i]wanted[/i] to sell you! I..." A hard right cut him off and after staggering Vegeta found himself on the floor, bouncing off of it as an overhead punch sent him over. Rolling to the side quickly he stretched out a hand and lifted himself up, flipping onto his feet before darting back in at Viral. "I had no choice! I couldn't help you, hell I could hardly help myself!" Vegeta shouted as he spun on a heel, trying to kick at Viral's side and send him flying, "It was meant to help you!"