[center][b]Name:[/b] Grisha
[b]Race:[/b] Saiyan
[b]Ki Color:[/b] Red
[b]Power Level:[/b] 1365
[b]Location:[/b] Kousetsu Village
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Chev], Open[/center]

As Lena sat in the snow, she watched the female Saiyan shovel snow aside with her hands and pull a turnip from the ground without snapping it. The blonde girl was silent as she stared at Okora in awe. She went into overdrive, pulling them up as though they didn’t have small branches rooting them into the frozen earth.

[b]Do we have enough of them?[/b]

Lena blinked, realizing she was staring. “Wow, you’re strong like Grisha.”

She stood from the snow, brushing ice from her bottom, and took some turnips from Okora to help her carry some. As she led her around the front into the house, she listened to her questions about Grisha.

“It’s strange. We found him frozen in the ice. When we thawed him out, we had expected him to be dead and we were going to give him a respectful burial, but he was alive. Grisha doesn’t remember how he got there. We all tend to treat him as part of the family, and he’s done nothing but protect all of us.”

They entered the kitchen and Lena set down the turnips on the counter. She crouched before the cupboard and removed a big pot to cook the turnips in. “What about you? How did you get here? We thought Grisha was the only one of his kind. What do you call your people any way?”

She set a knife on the counter for Okora if she wanted to start cutting the turnips. “Can you cut them into round coins please?” Lena was procuring the vinegar and sugar.

Meanwhile, outside, as Tobias shoveled the snow for the second time around, he paused to gaze into the distance at the large mound that was rushing toward the village. It could only be one person. Frowning, Tobias growled and raised the shovel like a bat. He started to yell, “Damn it Grisha! If you make me have to shovel snow one more time!”

The Saiyan had one arm behind him, grasping the giant tusk of what appeared to be a colossal white-furred boar. As he dragged it across the ground, snow rose and passed over its body like water, leaving a wide wake in the dead boar’s path. To Tobias’s relief, Grisha stopped at the village outskirts as the villagers started to crowd around the kill in amazement.

Resting his hands proudly on his hips, Grisha grinned and exclaimed, “BIG PIG LOTS OF MEAT!”

The village butcher stepped outside and his mouth dropped at the sheer size of the pig. Racing over to it, he looked up at the Grisha and said, “That’s a huge boar. I’m gonna need some help.”

Grisha brought his thumb and index finger together in the infamous OK gesture: “EASY!”

He was going to help them skin it. A few of the villagers started to eyeball the pig’s pelt. It was very pretty and would provide a lot of fur to keep the villagers warm throughout the winter. The Kousetsu Villagers used just about every part of the pig.