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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Much as Takeshi would have loved to remain and argue with Viral there were things to do. Shu and T'charrl were waiting on him, and he'd wasted enough time with this pissing contest he was having. Against the Beastman's wishes he took his blade with him, determined to carry it even if he couldn't use it properly yet. No way was he going to accept the fact he was useless with a sword, he just wasn't as practiced as Viral was, that's all. Making haste to the kitchen he gathered up everything he could carry in his two arms, whatever fruit and sweet drinks he could manage to find. It wasn't a whole lot, he couldn't carry everything they had with them by any stretch but it was better than nothing. To carry the food he used an empty bag, and the drinks were piled into a milk crate. With his arms loaded he returned to the hangar as quickly as he could, handing over both containers for his brother and friend to take. "Sorry it took so long, got distracted," he said, smiling sheepishly as he grabbed himself a drink. If they all had a bite to eat and took a short break the three of them ought to be fine within the hour. It would take less than that to deal with the Shaharians, and they would probably be back before the sun even went down.

"I know you're not good with them, and you don't like them, but you'll need shoes for now, Shu." Healing his feet would be easy, so long as he didn't hurt them any more. Best to minimize the damage he could cause to them for now to ease the process later on. Taking a deep drink from his water Takeshi peered down over the brim at his brother, smirking as he lowered his drink. "Am I feeding you or something then? Is that what this is about?" he asked, chuckling as he placed the cap on his water. Setting that down beside the crate he first grabbed a canned smoothie drink from the crate and a mango, tossing both over to T'charrl carefully. Now that he had something to start with Takeshi dug through again, grabbing Shu a small glass of orange juice to enjoy. "And... I got something else for you..." In the bag he shuffled around a bit before finally pulling free a banana, holding it in front of his brother. Grinning cheerfully Takeshi undid the peel, tossing it out the door before breaking the banana in two, offering the larger of the halves over to his brother as he sat down beside him. "Eat up, there's more where that came from," Takeshi said, smiling as he glanced over at T'charrl. "How about sitting with us? You can if you want, you know, we won't bite."

Far From Home

All of them had suffered upon the loss of their friends. Yari, Kenshin, both of them had left holes in their hearts that had only begun to seal. Suto had never thought for a moment Nero had been so deeply effected though, not to the point of becoming invalid in battle. To see his superior like that, completely submissive and ready to die, it was... Unsettling. In away, he reflected, it didn't make sense. Nero had no real personal relationship to either of them, certainly not to the degree Suto and Fitch had to Yari, or Alphard to Kenshin. And yet, when it came time to trade blows he was the only one who couldn't muster the courage to do so. Why was that? What about their deaths had managed to affect this other boy so badly that he just crumpled? Suto didn't know what to do to help, nor had he felt the desire to be compassionate as of late, yet seeing Nero in such a sorry state he had to try something. Going to join his superior he knelt down before Nero, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder and offering what few words of condolences that he could muster. What little meaning they must have, words were hollow and worthless at the end of the day, but he had to at least try.

Whatever his reasons for blaming himself it had to be made clear that Nero couldn't do that. None of this was his fault, to say it was also put the blame on every other person who was there that day. None of them could have prevented it, they couldn't fight against a crooked game like this. That didn't stop Nero however, and the venomous tone that he took with Suto made the younger boy back off slightly, shocked by the response he had gotten. Why... Why was he so set on blaming himself? Their deaths, Yari and Kenshin, they were unavoidable. Seeing Nero so distraught over it only made Suto feel infinitely worse, both for himself and for his friend. Maybe... The others could have been saved, and no one would be suffering now. Or... If someone else had died in their stead. If he had been quicker, maybe he could have thrown Yari out of the way. Then she would be here, and so would Fitch. Yari could have saved Kenshin easily, the only one that would be gone was... No, he couldn't think like that. Those lines of thought were precisely what put Nero in this dark place he was now lost in, he couldn't let himself slip like that. If anything he had to try and be positive, or at the very least attempt to change the other boy's outlook. If Nero continued on this path, Suto thought, then it could only end badly for him.

Not... Their friend? For some reason that comment bit, harder than any blade ever could. Sure, he and Nero hadn't always been exactly close, but he liked to think them friends. In a world like this where faces could come and go in the blink of an eye it was hard to become attached to anyone. With how much time they had spent together though, both as fellow KoB members and just in parties prior he thought they had developed some semblance of friendship. To hear otherwise, that hurt. Lowering his head Suto closed his eyes somberly, biting his lower lip as he felt himself trembling. Anger, sadness, the two emotions were clashing together like massive waves, his insides in turmoil right now. "I'm not going to say I forgive you, don't worry..." he replied, his tone barely above a whisper, "Because there's nothing to forgive!" Suto lifted his head back up, looking at Nero through a blurry gaze as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. "Don't you get it? None of us blame you for what happened. It was the game that killed Yari, and it was the game that killed Kenshin! None of us could have stopped that! So if you are to blame then so are we, because we didn't do anything to stop it either!"

Suto was again stricken with silence as Nero went on, very determined to putt he blame on himself. No, it was all wrong, none of this was Nero's fault. He hadn't drawn weapons against them, he had no part in making this game. Sure, perhaps he was a bit too focused on making a profit, but Suto knew this boy well enough. No way in hell would Nero have willingly let someone else die to make money, he wasn't that sort of person. To suggest otherwise, well it was akin to blasphemy. Strongly as he may feel about it Suto wasn't sure what could be said, if anything, to make this right. These feelings, it had been so long since Yari and Kenshin were taken from them, so they had been festering for some time now. Nothing that he could say would immediately fix it, he knew that. Having to listen to this, to Nero talking of himself as nothing more than scum, it was sickening. The real people who were like that existed and his superior wasn't one of them. The bastard who took Fitch away, those who killed for personal gain, those were the real monsters. Nero was a good guy, otherwise they wouldn't all be associating with him. If only he could see that for himself, maybe he wouldn't feel so negatively. When addressed directly Suto lifted his head again, his own eyes meeting Nero's as he too rose to his feet. What did he see...?

"A sad, scared boy..." Suto answered, frowning as he spoke. His body gained a bit of slack as his shoulders sagged, his eyes dropping to the floor between himself and Nero somberly. "I see someone who's been trying to be brave, and now its finally all come crashing down on you. And... You don't know how to handle it... You're afraid, and you feel guilty... It's the same way I am..." He had always hid behind parties and other events, anything to numb the pain that this world brought. Before and after the deaths of their friends he always put up a wall or a fake smile on, anything to reassure those around him. While the agony of loss was slowly subsiding there were still those pangs, and the constant 'what-ifs' that raced through his mind. Feeling a few tears slipping out of his eyes Suto shook his head, sniffling before looking back up at Nero. "You have to understand, it's NOT your fault! I knew Yari better than anyone here, and she wouldn't be blaming you for what happened! She was never the kind of person to hold a grudge, not unless you hurt one of her friends! And... You never hurt any of us Nero! Hell, you've helped us more times than I can count! She's not blaming you, I'm not blaming you, and I'm sure no one else is either!"

Emotion had boiled over and Suto found himself yelling, probably drawing the attention of those around him. He couldn't let someone else slip away though, not while he was there to help it. Nero wasn't his closest friend but he meant something, and that was worth trying to fight for. Even Kazaro, much as he may not like the guy, would have Suto's support in the thick of it. Sniffling again the younger boy raised an arm, wiping his face on his sleeve to dry away some tears. "I'm not going to let any more of my friends die, or be hurt. I swore that after Yari died, but I let Kenshin go too. Well not anymore, I'll do everything in my power to keep the people I care about safe! And that includes you, Nero!" Clenching his hands into fists Suto marched over to the other boy, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Since he was a bit smaller than Nero he pulled his superior down slightly, staring up at him with watery eyes. "So get this idea out of your head that you're the reason they're dead! Or that you deserve to die, got it? Because none of it is due to you, and... And they were your friends too! Do you think they'd want you to just throw yourself away, after everything we've been through? How is that honoring them?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Being shown up like that really sucked, even more so knowing nothing could be done about it. Dammit, he knew Viral was good with a blade but he hadn't expected to be made an utter fool like that. Still sat on the ground Takeshi lifted his head, looking up at the Beastman annoyed as he eased his grip on his sword. "If I was using Ki you wouldn't even be able to touch me," he retorted, smiling bitterly as he shook his head. "You might be stronger than me physically, but I can do things you can't. You're good with a sword, but only when you can reach your target. All I'd have to do is fly and your advantage is gone." That was, of course, a sleazy tactic and far from fair. Were they ever to have a match to actually decide who was better Takeshi would do his damnedest to avoid any unfair advantages. That would be tricky for both of them as they specialized in two different styles of combat, his being Ki and Viral's being swordplay. They would make it work somehow, and one of these days he was determined to beat the Beastman in a one on one fight. Until that came he wasn't going to stop chasing that fight either.

"Just you wait... I'll be even better than you are someday," Takeshi said, picking himself up onto his feet. Sheathing his sword the Saiyan looked over at his friend, staring coolly at him for a moment. "Don't count me out just because I lost this, I'm not giving up so easily." So long as Viral was willing to instruct him the lessons would continue, for as long as need be. Maybe not in swordplay explicitly, but he was determined to surpass the Beastman, at his strongest, nothing less. Much as he could use the instruction however now wasn't the time for lessons, they had things to do for the Shaharians. More importantly Shu and T'charrl were waiting on him to return, probably parched and starving at this point. Making way for the door Takeshi paused in the opening, glancing back over his shoulder. "If they'll come after this then they'll come, if not all we've got is medicines. It's better than nothing, I guess." Though more hands would be nice, lighten the load on the existing crew. If not for the rebels ships goodness knows they could use a few more crew on their own ship.

About fifteen minutes passed by the time Takeshi had left Viral's room and finally got back to the hangar. It was awkward, walking around with an armful of food and drinks like this. Since he didn't want to get covered he had found an unused, clean trash bag and loaded it to the point of bursting with fruit. On his other arm he carried a box filled with water bottles, sugary soft drinks and juices. "Sorry about the wait you two, got caught up with something," he said apologetically, smiling as he set both down before Shu and T'charrl. Now they could eat, drink up and relax before heading back out into that horrid heat. From what could be seen within the ship's hangar the storm had died down at least, though the sound of wind blowing echoed through the spacious room. They were still taking the shuttle regardless, it was much too hot to walk that kind of distance comfortably. Reaching down Takeshi grabbed a bottle of water for himself, pausing when he looked at Shu's feet again. "Oh yeah, got these for you..." Attached to the back of his trousers he had tied a set of boots together, undoing the knot and dropping the shoes before his brother. "Even if it stings putting them on its better than leaving your feet exposed, so get them on before we go out again, alright?"

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Turns out a whole lot of work went into maintaining a sword. It wasn't like a blaster either where a million were made and you could just pick another up, swords were unique. That much Takeshi understood, especially considering where he had gotten his blade from. Since it was such a one of a kind blade all the more reason to keep it in good condition, however he was meant to do that. Sharpen the blade and buff out scratches he supposed, though he wasn't entirely clear on how to even do that much. "I get it, I need to maintain the blade. I gotcha..." When they went to Kaesstra again he'd have to pick up some things for that most likely, goodness knows they didn't have the tools on the ship now. He might be able to get by with some generic stuff, but if the metal was different maybe it could become damaged. Man... Maybe taking a Kaesstrian sword for his own wasn't such a good idea.

"Doubt me and you'll pay for it," Takeshi said, exuding arrogance as usual. He wouldn't be able to take pride in it if he did indeed triumph, but he was smug enough to enjoy proving Viral wrong. Dashing across the room with a push off of his leg the Saiyan brought his blade up sharply, aiming for the Beastman's extended arm as he did so. Figuring it was moving too quickly to be blocked Takeshi gasped in surprise as his sword was slammed with a hard strike, nearly losing his grip as he stumbled past Viral, clutching at his blade hastily. Turning around to face Viral, the Saiyan froze up when the cleaver was thrust out, looking down at the large blade being just centimeters from his chest. Blinking owlishly he let out a sigh, looking at his friend unamused. "If I was using Ki I'd blow you away before you could even hit me..." he grumbled, not wanting to be made an easy target. Quicker than he was prepared for Viral went on the offensive, mirroring the very move that Takeshi had only just used. Stepping back slightly the Saiyan held his sword firmly in both hands, trying to mimic what the other guy had done by twisting his blade. All he managed to do was make his own sword be knocked aside in a strong jolt, stumbling back and falling on his backside as a result.

Dammit, this shouldn't be that hard! He had seen Viral do it at least a dozen times before so why couldn't he copy it? Gritting his teeth in frustration Takeshi lifted his head, glaring at the Beastman before slowly rising back to his feet. The truth was he needed a lot more training and he knew it, much to his chagrin. Right now he didn't have time for that though, he shouldn't even had done this little bit. Shu and T'charrl were waiting on him, he had to get going. "Alright, alright. I'll take lessons, when I get back. The others are waiting on me, I can't be training now," the Saiyan grumbled, sheathing his blade and fastening the scabbard to his waist carefully. "I'm still taking my sword. I'll just use it as a deterrent, don't worry. I wouldn't know what to do if I went against a swordsman after all," Takeshi added bitterly, sighing as he moved towards the door. Stupid Beastman... Why did he have to be right? Swordplay shouldn't be hard to pick up, not when you spent so much time around someone who battled that way. "Like I said before, I'm coming right here when I finish, so be ready to train me."

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Takeshi had no idea you had to be so meticulous about caring for a blade. Every nick, every scratch and dent, they were going to have to be fixed? Jeez, and it must suffer some kind of damage after each encounter he figured so that meant constant care for the weapon. Not that it deterred him any from wanting to learn, he just hadn't known so much went into it. He'd have to find the proper items to maintain the sword, not wanting to butt in and take what Viral had been given as a birthday gift for his own. Since it came from Kaesstra maybe when they went back he could ask around for a smith, they could give him what he would need, hopefully. "Care for the sword... Like your own body..." he mumbled, looking down at the sheathed weapon thoughtfully. There it was again, treating the sword like an extension of yourself. The Beastman had said that before a few times too, maybe there really was some truth to it. It was still difficult to imagine the sword as anything but that, yet now maybe he'd put a bit more stock into what he was being told. Smiling slightly Takeshi nodded his head, "Alright, fine. If I have to keep my sword in peak condition then no sweat, I'll do it. I'll find out from T'charrl what it's made of and how to repair it, and I'll get some from his planet later."

Training inside of Viral's room didn't seem like the best way to go about this. It was small and there was furniture that could either get in their way or be damaged, neither were exactly fun. The corridor would be a far better spot for this, more than enough room to move around and no danger of collateral, unless maybe they sliced into a wall or something. Accepting the sword from his friend Takeshi slowly pulled the blade out, holding it up and squinting as he scrutinized every inch of the blade for a moment, trying to spot any of the nicks that Viral had mentioned. Hm, so it was a little banged up, he'd never noticed that before. Letting his arm drop to his side the Saiyan looked back at Viral, "Fine, take it easy on me if you've got to, but I'm not counting this if I win. A hollow victory is meaningless for me." So he was going to be the one to strike now, was he? Alright then, hopefully Viral was ready for it. Spreading his feet apart slightly Takeshi placed both hands on the handle, smirking as he watched Viral carefully. "I'll get this down in no time, just you watch. Then I'll get back to our mission." Since he was the one starting he figured he'd just go right in and start, not needing any prompt. Pushing off with his right foot Takeshi dashed across the room, bringing the sword up on his back hand and trying to cleave up at Viral's arm. "Hyah!"

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Takeshi couldn't and wouldn't argue on Vegeta's part, it wasn't his place. That guy was way smarter than he was and knew Viral inside and out, or closer than any of the rest of them did. If he had something to say then the Beastman should probably at least heed his words, chances were he knew what he was talking about. They weren't here to debate about Vegeta's style of training, they were here because Takeshi wanted his sword. "Well... Fine then, after this I want my first lesson, how's that? I'll come to you as soon as we're settled in when we're done, and we can start!" And then after his lesson was over he'd go to Shu and they could see about dealing with his anger and anxiety. For that they were going to need some help, perhaps it was a good idea to ask Yumi in that regard. "You're saying my sword has problems with it?" he asked, frowning as he glanced over at the sheathed weapon. "Last time I saw it the blade looked fine to me. If there's any scratches they're tiny, that shouldn't be a huge problem." There was a dead give away he knew nothing of maintaining a weapon either, probably just another thing for Viral to get annoyed over.

Even with his limited knowledge of swordplay Takeshi had a little confidence he could pull this off. Block, or deflect, something like that, that was all there was to parrying. "I can be quick, don't worry about it, I got this." Standing by and waiting for his weapon Takeshi reached out for his sword expectantly, bouncing on his feet as he wasn't given it. Being prompted instead to come into the room he entered slowly, wondering why they weren't doing this out in the corridor where it was more open. When he heard the problems with Viral the Saiyan frowned, looking over at his friend a bit disappointed before sighing. "No... No that doesn't make me feel better..." he mumbled, sighing as he shook his head. "I don't want to fight you if you're not a hundred percent, even if its just a spar. It means nothing if I win while you're hurt." If he was going to have an advantage then it would be simply because he was stronger, that was the only advantage Takeshi would allow himself. If he were to soundly beat Viral then it had to be when they had an even playing ground, not like this. Looking down at his sword the boy sighed, grabbing his weapon and giving the Beastman an uncertain look. "If you can't use both arms... Then I won't either. I'm not doing this if we're not going to be equals, it's meaningless otherwise."

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Takeshi was, to put it lightly, annoyed. It was his sword after all, why did he even have to ask Viral for it? Sure, he'd agreed to let the Beastman keep it as part of their agreement, but what was stopping him from just storming in and taking it? Some sore guy who probably wouldn't be much of an obstacle, that's who. He knew that would only end badly though, he had to keep his anger in check if he wanted to get his blade. Gritting his teeth tightly he raised a fist in the Beastman's face, trying to convey just how badly he needed the sword. "Vegeta told us not to interrupt the training, and I figured you'd want us to stay out of it! If you told me to come by whenever then I would have, but you never said that! And you're not exactly the most forthcoming person I know, so sorry if I hesitate to ask." So much for keeping his anger in check, now he was shouting. Releasing a loud sigh of discontent he folded his arms over his chest, huffing before turning his head away after his hand was slapped. "Of course I remember what it looks like," Takeshi replied indignantly, looking back at Viral, "How would I not know what my own sword looks like? Come on, just give me it already, I'll be fine."

So was he or wasn't he going to get his weapon? Takeshi saw Viral glance back at the blade for a moment and he was hopeful his friend was contemplating giving it over. What the Beastman had to say however made him sulk in rejection, narrowing his eyes and looking at Viral unamused. "So you want an untrained novice to spar against a master swordsman... That's what I'm getting..." he grumbled, sighing as he hung his head and closed his eyes. "Great... Well fine, if I have to do that so you'll give me my own weapon then I'll do it. Parrying can't be all that difficult after all." Parrying was... What exactly? He'd heard the term before somewhere and was positive he'd seen people do it in combat, Viral especially. It wasn't the same as blocking, but he thought it was similar. Darn it, he was going to be made out like a fool wasn't he? If he had to dance to Viral's tune to get his sword he'd do it, given no other choice. Extending a waiting hand out Takeshi smiled expectantly, cocking his head to the side in his usual arrogant manner. "Let's see it then. I'll show you I can do this, then you'll have no choice but to give it to me."

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Takeshi had been told repeatedly, by both Vegeta and Yumi alike to try getting along better with Viral. They clashed too much, both of them had said, and they shouldn't be since they were allies. Well he was trying his best but pleasantries were getting him nowhere fast, regardless of how sincere he tried to sound. Man this was annoying, here he was trying to be the good guy and the Beastman was just blocking him at every turn. Nevertheless he kept that smile on his face, however strained it may be now, and continued to push the subject. "You've never asked me for anything, but I'd do it if you did," he said, giving a nod of his head. "I wouldn't turn you away, you know. Just because I haven't done anything for you doesn't mean I won't. A-And that's not true, I don't only come to you when I want something!" Was it? He'd never paid much mind to that, it could be right. Eh, whatever, he wasn't going to dwell on it too much. The casual conversation part Takeshi knew was true, but no way that was his fault. He'd tried talking to Viral plenty of times, the guy never was interested in it. Why should he bother going the extra mile when all he got was the cold shoulder?

The glare was a definitive sign that his request was denied, Viral wouldn't budge from his stance. At last the smile waned from Takeshi's lips as he instead adopted an all too familiar look of annoyance, folding his arms over his chest. "I never took lessons because you're busy training, and I don't want to make you stop that to train me!" If the Beastman spent all his time with sword training then he'd never get stronger, meaning they wouldn't be able to fight again. The Saiyan wouldn't say that outright but his expression was evident enough that he disliked the idea. Being called out in the way he was made Takeshi's face redden in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, puffing himself up slightly before putting a fist in Viral's face. "Listen now, I'm not saying a sword is inferior or anything, don't put words in my mouth! I want to learn how to use it, I asked you for lessons, so where do you get this idea I don't care?" He cared plenty, they were just too busy to do lessons yet. The only other person he might turn to for swordsmanship would be T'charrl, and he wasn't sure how capable their friend would be in his bulky state.

"Look... If you're actually willing to train me, then train me! I'm ready to learn whenever Viral, just tell me when and where and I'll be there!" He just wanted to use his sword, was that such a bad thing? Takeshi figured he never should have agreed to the stipulation of leaving his sword with Viral, somehow he knew it'd be a pain in the butt later. Sighing softly he stepped back from the door a bit, pacing for a brief moment before glancing over at Viral impatiently. "Come on, just let me have it, we won't even be gone that long. I already said I won't just swing it around whenever I feel like it. And how else am I going to learn if you never let me actually use the sword?"

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Sure, Takeshi knew that Viral was busy, but so was everyone else. Every one of them had a lot on their plates right now with all this business about war and whatnot, Viral wasn't the only one being pressed for time. The fact that he had made the trip out here to grab his sword was a waste as it was, there really wasn't time to be standing around chatting. Smiling despite being glowered at the Saiyan nodded his head, itching at his nose while trying to peer into the room for his weapon. "I know you are, I was kidding, I am too. Which is why if we want to get back to our schedules I need your help." More precisely, he needed his sword. Hopefully Viral didn't expect to be asked to come along, though Takeshi didn't exactly mind it if the Beastman did. If he and Shu couldn't intimidate the Shaharians properly then surely an ex-commander could. With the way his friend seemed at the moment however the chances of him going on any sort of trip were slim to none. Well then probably best not to beat around the subject any longer.

Throwing an arm around Viral's shoulders he smiled, giving him a friendly jab in the shoulder as well. "So listen, I kind of need my sword for this job. I'll be extra careful and won't use it unless I have to, I promise. So how about letting me take it, huh? Come on friend, give me a hand here." Maybe that was laying it on a bit too heavily, as Takeshi was pushed away pretty quickly after having asked for his blade. Viral wasn't buying into his request whatsoever, pretty much being as opposed to the suggestion as one could be. Smiling nervously Takeshi held his hands up in a defensive gesture, chuckling softly. "Hey now, that's not true! You're my friend and you know it! So we butt heads now and again, that doesn't mean we're not friends," he replied, watching as the Beastman stepped away. Damn it, and there he was being called out too about showing off, how annoying. Doing his best to remain friendly the Saiyan shook his head, stepping forward with a small smile. "I'd block it, what else? I know how to parry, its basically blocking! I'm not that hopeless with it!" He'd seen Viral use his cleaver dozens of times, it couldn't be all that hard, even for a novice like him. "Tell you what. Give me the sword, and then ask T'charrl how I did later! He knows how to use one, so he'll be able to tell you if I was any good. If I was bad then I won't use it again until we have our lessons, deal? Pleeeease?"

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Takeshi almost wanted to forgo getting his sword altogether, after all he could certainly fight without one. The only reason he was grabbing it now was to save face in front of T'charrl after having said he could use it. If he returned empty handed then his friend would know he couldn't wield the weapon properly still and he'd look like an idiot. Then again... If they got into a fight and he swung it around utterly clueless then that would give it away too. Eh, whatever, he was already on his way to Viral's so there was no reason to change course now. The only real question was whether or not the Beastman would let him take it along with them. Viral was a real stickler about being respectful to one's blade, the way of the sword or something like that. It was fine and all for him, but Takeshi had a hard time buying into it. Seeing a weapon as anything but that was a stretch, maybe he just wasn't open-minded enough for it. Having expressed a desire to learn though maybe Viral would cut him a break and allow it, for some impromptu training. Or... He could slam the door in his face and tell him to sod off.

Viral's door was closed when Takeshi arrived, but it wasn't clear if it was locked or not. Since he really didn't want to barge in and get bit or something he thought it best to not barge in and instead knock... Loudly. Well if the guy was asleep then being quiet wouldn't help anything, now would it? Stepping back a bit from the door just in case it took but a brief moment for the Beastman to answer, not surprisingly seeming rather annoyed. "Uh... Well your door was closed, so... No, I couldn't see anything actually," Takeshi answered, smirking as he scratched at his nose. Realizing he was only going to infuriate his friend the Saiyan dropped both hands at his side, wiping the smile from his face quickly. "Nope, no lizards. The Shaharians can't spare people, but they're giving us medicine and some tools we can probably use. But uh... Before they give us those there's kind of a catch. There's some of them who liked the Saiyan rule and want it back, and I guess they're probably causing problems. So Servas, that is, the shaman we met before asked us to deal with it, so we are."

"The reason I came to see you is... I was hoping I could get my sword." Giving a meek smile Takeshi pressed his hands together in a pleading gesture, bowing his head politely as well. "Pleeeeease? I really want to try using it in a fight, and I told T'charrl I know how! I can't go back empty handed, I'll look like an idiot!" Most likely the need to use his sword would never come to pass, he sincerely doubted the Shaharians would be foolish enough to attack them. Then again he hadn't thought the Kaesstrians would attack them either and those people had nearly killed them. Glancing up at Viral hopefully, Takeshi stepped closer, throwing an arm around the Beastman's shoulders and gently punching the closer shoulder with a smile. "Come oooon, we're friends right? And friends help each other out, like giving them their sword! I swear I'll be careful with it, and I'll only use it if I really have to."