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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Hopefully the rebels didn't mind playing room service too much. They had been told they would be accommodated in any way possible though, so by that logic this wasn't stepping out of bounds, right? Vegeta supposed not, and whether it was or wasn't he'd made the request, they would fulfill it, like it or not. Certain of that, he returned to the Beastman's side and glanced at him thoughtfully, wondering about what exercise they should attempt next. "Well you don't wish to run... Though we should work on your legs some. Let me see... Walking lunges would be a good exercise. A little more strenuous than a regular lunge, targets the cardiovascular system and the majority of your lower body, and fairly easy to pull off. I'll demonstrate, then see if you feel comfortable enough doing them." They should work with the shorter distance in the room as well, no point in trying to cover the entire gym. To the shorter end then, Vegeta pressed his back up against the wall before executing a lunge, standing up afterwards and repeating the motion with the opposite leg, standing up again and going through the process. He continued this until he had reached Viral, standing upright and tidying up his shirt as it had come disheveled. "There, simple yet effective, I already feel a little burn from that. Shall we try making it across once?"

"Well that's true I suppose... But the galaxy has been in chaos a lot over the years, yet it never collapsed. That's because the people with power, most of the people with power, fought to keep it safe. You must know something about them." There were a group of warriors before any of them, fighting to maintain stability and peace in the universe. Legends of them varied from world to world and Leto himself didn't even have any names, yet he idolized that group. It was what he had hoped to become under the Saiyan army, and now even more so in the rebels; a beacon of hope, fighting for all things good and righteous. Clearly Kiton wasn't going to see eye to eye with him just yet, but in time and with some proof maybe he would. There was somewhere they might get proof as well, and that was from the Princes. Kiton had wanted to see them, this would work perfectly! Without any warning, the Yulian scooped up Kiton and began racing back through the city, eager to kindle some sort of spark with this meeting. "Of course we will my friend, I know where they are!" Leto declared with certainty, glancing up as his eyes gleamed brilliantly, "Trust me, I shall get you to them!" Picking up speed to the point that they left a dust trail, Leto continued on towards their location.

So Krom showed him how he usually fought, what about it? He knew it wasn't perfect, but then no one's style of fighting was right? Maybe he lacked the discipline that soldiers did, or the training that most warriors had, yet he could still fight, he had been all along. Now Krom wanted him to fight again, and he probably had to do so with this new way he'd supposedly picked up. So he knew how to counter someone, that didn't make engaging a person any different though. "Fine, but you asked for it..." Taking a stance, Takeshi looked Krom over to see if he had any weaknesses, trying to find a hole in the way he stood. He wasn't trained well enough for this, he couldn't really pick out anything. Figuring to hell with it then he ran right in again, fading in and out as he weaved to the left and right, finally appearing directly in front of Krom and swinging his right leg up, trying to nail the guy in the side. Before it struck though he'd pull it back and try punching the Elite in the gut, hoping he'd be too busy trying to block the kick to compensate for the punch.

"And the changes are getting worse...? Or you're changing because you've transformed so much..." Shu probably wasn't always this hairy, was he? It was hard to say, the two of them had never met up until recently. A little more hair though and Shu would resemble a proper monkey, something that Saiyans never quite did unless they had transformed. "So let me see if I understand properly... You change, often against your will, and you're afraid of that. When you do change you lose control and don't know how to get it back, that frightens you too. On top of that, changing is causing your body to look different, and that fact as well makes you uneasy. Couple all of that with your fear of being held by someone, and you've certainly got a list of problems to sort..." Aito mused, frowning as he rubbed at his chin, "A list... But not incurable. Learning to cope with an Oozaru transformation isn't the hardest thing to accomplish, I had to learn with mine, and the same practice should work. Your body becoming hairier is likely due to hormones, er... Your body produces these things that make your body grow hair, or build more muscle, things like that. Does that sound right to you?" If that was his case, anxiety and hormones, then treatment was actually quite easily done.

Uchiha Reborn

Compared to Yura's first attempt at cooking, this was heavenly. Just the way he liked it, even if it was missing a certain something that his mother used to add. You wouldn't know it from Sasuke's otherwise emotionless face as he ate, but he was loving every bite of it. Not quite to the extent Naruto must have been, he was eating as though it was his first meal in ages. Hell, for all they knew it could be, who even took care of him? The way he ate really spoke volumes about what he was like, and the differences between him and Sasuke. They were like night and day in how they acted, even during a meal, yet Yura didn't appear bothered by it at all.

Sasuke, on the other hand, was struggling not to snap at Naruto. He'd always been taught to use manners at the table, and while slurping could be seen as a compliment the blond was taking it a bit far. How was he even able to taste the food, shoving it down so quickly? Calmly picking away at his o-musibi, his eyes shifted up to his brow to glance at Yura when she spoke to him. Was there anything else? He'd not considered much, nor could he think of anything at this very moment. It was somewhat difficult to think when there was a starving animal scarfing down ever morsel of food right beside you. Setting down his chopsticks he let out a sigh, his eyes averting themselves to his food as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know... I guess train? There's not a whole lot else I can think of." They would be starting combat training soon enough, meaning sparring with his classmates and trying to earn high marks for it. Already Sasuke was fair confident he'd do perfectly fine, yet it couldn't hurt to have a little extra practice; having a seasoned shinobi like Yura instruct him certainly wasn't going to do any harm. There was one slight problem though, namely the blond at his left. Should they send him home after the meal? He considered it, yet the dobe had seemed so happy to be invited over. Wouldn't it be cruel then to kick him out so soon?

They should involve Naruto, though he wasn't so sure the blond could even keep up. He got in fights a lot, didn't he? Yet whenever Sasuke saw him he was bruised and sore, that wasn't exactly supportive of his ability to fight. While the Uchiha knew he had a ways to go and was far from a proper shinobi, at least he could walk away unharmed from a simple school yard fight. "You can join us, if you want to..." he added, taking another bite of his meal before shrugging his shoulders casually, "Or don't, you can just sit there and watch too. You might not be able to keep up with us." Nothing negative was meant by that, it was just his honest opinion of Naruto. No doubt though he was going to get all agitated over it.

Uchiha Reborn

Was he trying to play tough or something? The dobe had just been crying right in front of him, there was no use in trying to hide it. Sasuke bit his tongue though, rolling his eyes when the blond tried acting like nothing had happened. "Whatever, come on, I don't want to keep her waiting," he said, turning and starting back the way he had come. It was odd that Yura had invited Naruto, and stranger still he'd agreed to it; Sasuke hadn't wanted anything to do with his peers recently, so what was the change now? Oh well, no use in getting too bent out of shape over it, chances were Naruto would probably chicken out and leave before they ever got there.

Or... Not. By the time they had made it to the Uchiha compound Sasuke was acutely aware that the blond was still with him. Just what did Naruto think of this place, he wondered. The other boy had never been here before, yet even he had to know what had happened. Was it nerve-wracking to be in a graveyard like this? To know so many people once roamed these streets, and now it was only them? The young Uchiha's chest throbbed painfully at the thought, though he managed to push it aside and continue on like nothing was amiss. Being here wasn't going to reduce him to tears, yet the heartache it inflicted was probably never going to leave.

And perhaps it was due to the fact he wasn't used to it yet, but Yura's home made him feel strange as they approached it. No one had lived here before, and it was funny in some grim way now that every other place was abandoned, this house came to life. Stepping into the building he promptly removed his shoes, glancing back at Naruto and waiting for him to do the same. What was he smiling for? They were just having food, idiot... At least he knew enough to kick off his shoes, saved Sasuke the trouble of correcting him.

"We're here, Yura!" The smell of food carried to the entryway from the kitchen, and it was enough to make Sasuke's stomach grumble in anticipation. He didn't even need to see what it was to recognize the scent, and while it wasn't his mother's cooking it still smelled delicious. She'd gotten everything prepared for them it seemed, yet they couldn't quite eat just yet. Already turning to go wash up he paused to check on Naruto, his brow twitching slightly as he watched the blond give an awkward bow. He really wasn't used to being around people was he?

The two boys washed up in silence, Sasuke not entirely sure what to say right now. What could he say? He'd just been traumatized, he was with a boy who had no one, yet he felt next to no connection due to that; there ought to be something they could talk about, yet they only thing they shared was too unpleasant to speak of. With luck they would be too preoccupied during the meal to have any semblance of conversation.

"Thanks for the meal..." Sasuke mumbled, sitting down in his seat and folding his hands together. Having Naruto joining him at the dinner table was... Different. He'd never had any of his classmates over before, so no one really knew what his house was like or how he lived. He figured with the recent tragedy it never would have happened, yet here was Naruto of all people sitting right next to him. It wasn't quite what he imagined, finding that the added company was less than enjoyable. Should he try talking to the other boy? He'd attempted to act friendly earlier and scared Naruto, so maybe not. Maybe Yura could handle that, he didn't even know where to begin with Naruto.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Vegeta had stopped his crunches well before Viral had ceased his exercise, simply staring off into space as to give the Beastman privacy. When he did finally finish, the Saiyan nodded in understanding at his decision, figuring avoiding crowds for the time being was the better choice as well. "Have someone else bring your food...? Well I suppose I can do that, if you'd prefer to remain here," he responded, rising to his feet and moving to the console again, "We'll be forgoing the medicine this time if it can be helped, you should get used to eating without that." He didn't have it on him either, it was back in his lab with most of the other medicines, and no one was available or qualified to handle it; asking some random rebel to fetch it for him would probably result in getting the wrong sort, and the last thing he wanted was an anxiety medicine for a hormone supplement. "Excuse me? I've a request to make," Vegeta began, speaking into the panel, "Could we get some well done steak, and well done fish? It doesn't matter what kinds, any will do. And... Make the portions small? If you could bring it to the Training Hall 5 that would be fantastic as well, thank you." It was a lot to just go and drop on someone, yet they agreed to the request and told them they would be down with it shortly. Satisfied, Vegeta nodded to himself and rejoined Viral, smiling slightly as he gestured up to the clock, "20 minutes, then you'll have your meal. Shall we continue exercising until then?"

"Some people use power to take advantage of others, but not everyone. I was one of the strongest on my world, yet I never made anyone do my bidding," Leto said with a nod, glancing down at Kiton with a frown, "Some do, like the King. But they're the minority, most people with power use it for good. Don't believe me? Then tell me... If everyone with power used it for evil, why isn't the galaxy in a total state of chaos? Could it be, perhaps, the majority of people with power are all decent?" Power didn't demand you were evil, nor did it demand you take control with it. There were plenty of people who were strong who just as soon would live peacefully on their own accord; the Princes came to mind, they seemed to want nothing to do with all this fighting despite easily being some of the most powerful fighters around. Smiling knowingly at Kiton's question about the others, Leto gave a flex before nodding, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "But of course! I was supposed to give them privacy, but... It seems like you wish to see them! Far be it from me to deny you that much!" Reaching down abruptly he scooped up Kiton in his massive hands, setting him on one shoulder before beginning to sprint along back towards the city. "Come, we shall visit them immediately!"

What a moron, there was always something worth living for. Even when he'd had no one with him Takeshi hadn't wanted to die, Krom was just being an idiot about this. Weaving in and out of his blows, he was ashamed to admit that he saw what Krom was trying to teach him here; his style of fighting as a brawler wasn't going to cut it anymore, not against disciplined warriors. But it was just so natural for him to fight that way, could he really do this all the time and make it work? After managing to land a kick on the Elite, he watched as Krom stumbled away before scoffing as he was almost complimented, placing one hand on his hip and looking away. "Whatever, you're fighting in a way I know how to counter. This means absolutely nothing if I can't make it work otherwise," he retorted, glancing back at Krom before easing into a stance again, "This time fight me like you normally would. I can still beat you, even if I'm fighting a different way." If he did though, wasn't that just proving the guy's point? He hated validating what Krom was telling him, but then he hated seeing the guy smug even more. Maybe if he could just get one good hit in then the jerk wouldn't be so damned cheery.

"I see... So it's changing that you worry about, is that it? You're afraid of transforming and hurting someone?" That certainly was a problem, particularly due to the fact Shu couldn't control himself. So where to begin then? Do they try to handle his transformations, or try to make him able to control himself once changed? It made sense to do the former first, at least then they wouldn't have to be concerned about sudden changes. "I can help you with that, if you'll allow me to. Vegeta used to have the same problem, and while we removed his tail to fix it, we won't have to do that for you. There are ways to control the changes," the doctor explained, smiling kindly as he spoke, "And once we do that, I can help you learn to control yourself if you do change. I will say right now it won't be easy, and there may be times where you even panic or change, but know that you're in good hands, nothing will happen by it. Will you allow me to help you, Shu?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Would Viral simply prefer if he left the room? Maybe not, then he may worry that, unsupervised, something may go wrong. Then again it seemed to be that supervision that made him uneasy in the first place. And did he suppose that by doing a simple exercise he wasn't being watched? Vegeta could easily jeep an eye on the Beastman as he did crunches, it wasn't a task that demanded all of his focus. "Perhaps we can find fish again then. Though... As I remember it, they had killed that massive fish hadn't they?" he mused aloud, pausing in his crunches as he glanced at Viral, "We can head to the market after this then, we'll find some fish for you. It won't be the same kind obviously, but with luck it'll still be good." Either that or they could get food from some restaurant, provided any where open. With the state that the Capitol was in right now it was likely businesses were closed for a while, save for ones that sold essentials. Resuming his exercise, Vegeta wondered if there was some potential of getting food delivered here too, seeing as Viral was hesitant to be around other people. Did any place here deliver food like that though? Perhaps they could ask the rebels for some help in that regard, save them the trouble of being out and about.

Why did Kiton keep giving him strange looks? Leto was very passionate about this, or most anything for that matter, everyone knew that. Perhaps not the Frost Demon though, albeit he'd learn rather fast that this was just how the Yulian was. It wasn't as though he was trying to say anything demeaning, his intent was to put up Kiton and make him feel better about himself. "I do know what I'm asking, and I know it's a lot. But nothing in life is gained without effort! Even if you wish to become powerful as you say, to reach your potential, you'll have to put in immeasurable amounts of work! Why then is it so wrong to think that effort can be focused somewhere else? You can gain strength AND become a better man for it, they don't have to be exclusive." You didn't have to forgo having a conscience or being compassionate for power, Korian was an example of that. Perhaps an even better example was this doctor who traveled with the Princes, a man whom he knew very little of but heard great things. He was a stranger to Uuonoe, and yet he'd been seen around the city helping and tending to wounded, despite having no reason to. THAT was his idea of a true man! "You speak of the Princes? They are busy my friend, but I am certain they have not forgotten you! Come, let's go see them now, I'll prove it to you!"

"So you'd just die, because it's for your people?" Takeshi asked, scoffing before giving a shake of his head, "That's stupid. What good are you when you're dead?" Was Krom seriously just an idiot? If he died then his whole bravado about fighting for his world was worth nothing. Besides, fighting someone like the King wasn't something you just casually did, he could seriously kill you if he wanted to. Whatever, if that was how he was going to be then there'd be no loss of sleep over it. Watching as the Elite made some very blatant and obvious moves, Takeshi deflected them easily enough before answering with a strike of his own, annoyed that Krom was suggesting it was like him fighting. "I have defenses, don't be stupid," he retorted, dodging the downward strike by jumping to the side. Leaning his body then in the opposite direction he jumped up and aimed for Krom's back, seeing as he was now partly bent over, trying to kick him down and into the floor.

Aito was determined now to get Shu talking, keen on figuring out what had the young boy so on edge and uneasy. "Any problem can be helped, you just need to put some effort into it. And we're doing that right now by talking about it," the doctor explained, still smiling as he waved Shu to sit down. Despite trying to come across as friendly it didn't appear like the boy was relaxing any, still meek and reserved as he didn't even look up to meet his gaze. "So you bite and scratch... Why is that? What about fighting makes you afraid now?" From the way he spoke of it, this sounded like something had changed recently to instigate these fears. But what? It had to be something fairly powerful, something perhaps over the course of a long period. With as little knowledge as he had about Shu right now he couldn't even make a guess, hopefully that could be fixed. "Shu? Can you tell me what it is about fighting that scares you? Do you worry about being hurt when fighting? Or hurting someone else...?" Aito asked, keeping his voice low and soft, "Or is there something else?"

Uchiha Reborn

Sasuke wasn't quite sure why he decided to go back for Naruto. Desperation for someone to talk to? Pity? Whatever the reason was he promptly left his things with Yura before doubling back, trying to find where the blond boy had gone off to. They had left on a less than stellar note, yet he hoped the other boy wasn't going to outright hate him for it. When he thought of them as "friends" before, it was probably in the loosest meaning of the word; they were essentially polar opposites and fought a lot, yet there was some friendship in that unstable, dueling sort of relationship. That was how he saw it anyways, question was now did Naruto see that too?

Surprisingly Naruto was found in much the same spot: unsurprisingly, he was all but alone now in the street. How could he reconcile things and make the other boy feel better? Smiles usually did the trick, and while it was painful to smile nowadays, maybe he could force one for his peer's sake. The Uchiha did just that, and Naruto's reaction to such a gesture was... Less than gratifying. Watching as the blond freaked out the smile promptly vanished, replaced by a more typical solemn expression, his lips in a thin line. He was trying to be nice here, so what was Naruto freaking out for? Furrowing his brow when Naruto sat for a moment, Sasuke waited for him to say something before finally rolling his eyes, feeling awkward for the silence.

"Yes or no? I don't have all day," Sasuke snapped, glancing down and meeting the teary eyed gaze of Naruto. What? Why the hell was he crying? It wasn't like he'd just had some traumatic experience, he'd been asked to join someone for a meal! Resisting the urge to tell him to suck it up, the young Uchiha instead grabbed Naruto's arm and pulled him to his feet, his face a slight pink in embarrassment as he looked way. "Don't cry, it's lame... Just... Follow me, okay?" Seriously, what reason did this moron have to be crying? He didn't want people getting the wrong idea either and think that Sasuke had done something to hurt him; given how everyone in the village seemed to look down on Naruto, he somehow doubted hurting the boy would get him in much trouble.

The two boys walked in an uncomfortable silence back to the Uchiha compound, passing quite a few confused adults along the way. No one could seem to understand why someone like Sasuke was associating himself with Naruto, and truth be told, Sasuke himself didn't know either. It was a rare show of sympathy he supposed, or maybe a desperate need to distract himself from his own troubles with someone else's. Whatever the case he had done something he thought he'd never do, and that was bring another person to his home. It was as ever today, silent and utterly devoid of life, save for the occasional animal. Rather than show anything, Sasuke promptly brought Naruto back to Yura's home, saying nothing as he stepped through the door and slipped off his sandals. "I'm home... And Naruto is here too," he called, glancing back at the blond expectantly.

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

Soren probably had no business getting involved here, he should have left this to these two. That was what he wanted to think, yet he found himself springing into action almost involuntarily, tackling and driving the nearest Beowulf through the walls. If he was able to think that way then what good would he be as a Huntsmen? Just because they might be okay here didn't mean he could ignore them, and it was a good thing he didn't; the girl had frozen up at the worst possible time, he'd probably kept her from being mauled. After dispatching his third Beowulf of the day, Soren took on the other three, albeit with far less finesse and ease than the last couple. With six sets of claws swinging at him and three teeth-filled jaws snapping at his throat, all he could do was block and push back the Grimm. Could he win this? Maybe, but it would take an awfully long time to do so on his own. He wouldn't need to though as the girl finally found her legs again, and in a blink of an eye she darted in and immediately crippled one of the beasts. Good, she was able to fight, now they could finish these off. Watching one of the Grimm lunge at him again he spun his body around and kicked out his right leg, knocking the Beowulf back and into the crippled one, sending them both into the wall and shattering some of the stone.

"Don't act like I can't fight! I've got this!" Ulyssa said firmly, gripping her weapon as she sized up the remaining Beowulf. How humiliating, she'd had to be saved in Initiation, not even an actual mission. What would her parents think of that? After all the work they had down, all the training they had invested in her, and she was as useful as a small child. Well she'd not let that happen again, she'd make short work of this last Beowulf and show both Owyn and the other boy she could handle herself. Her speed boost had since worn off at this point, but she wouldn't need it to handle just the one beast. Charging headlong at the creature she kept ready for an incoming attack, her eyes darting to the left seeing its right claw coming in for a swiping blow. Rather than dodge it outright she reached out with her left hand and grabbed hold of it, jumping up and vaulting off of its limb, rising high enough to hit the ceiling above. Then, flipping around her feet met the stone, and with a grunt of effort she pushed herself off, flipping again and driving her blade along the shoulder of the Grimm; it wasn't a deep enough cut to sever the limb completely, but it cut tendons again and left the leg hanging uselessly.

So she could fight then, good. She was quick too, that would make her useful in a team fight. But what of the other one, the fancy looking stiff? Soren was somewhat impressed to see he actually finished off the Death Stalker, noting the beast was flat on its back and motionless. So this pair wasn't as inept as he'd first thought, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to have them as a team after all. Watching as Ulyssa went about making work of the last standing Beowulf, he found himself having to interfere yet again as one of the others had gotten back to its feet. The beast with the torn limb seemed to have died on impact, being crushed between the wall and its companion, yet the other still remained and was furious. Making a wide berth around Ulyssa he flipped his weapon over and retracted it, turning it into a rifle once more as he approached the monster. Ignoring the roars and growls, Soren calmly lined up his weapon and fired off the first shot, hitting it in the shoulder and making it reel back. After preparing the second shot he let that loose as well, and a third, each of which hit the Grimm in the chest. With it now staggering in place he switched his weapon again to a sword, slamming down one foot before pushing off, carrying the blade alongside him at his hip. Once within striking distance he twisted his body, pulling the blade across in a horizontal motion as he severed the Beowulf from the waist up, and for further measure he drove his shoulder into its torso, breaking the wall yet again and sending its now parted body tumbling through, becoming buried in the rubble.

During that period Ulyssa had been doing something of a dance with the last Beowulf. Where Soren seemed to simply use brute force, she relied more on her lithe frame and quick movements. Sliding and swaying in and out of strikes, she'd respond to each attack with one of her own, leaving the Grimm's body littered with small gashes and plenty of wounds, yet none quite lethal yet. She didn't necessarily have the power to kill a beast in a single strike, unless she drew the right card or got a clean strike; she could do it though, she was determined to kill at least this on her own, prove that her training wasn't a waste. Leaning backwards she avoided a head-level swipe, falling all the way back onto her palms and flipping backwards as another swiped down, smashing the tiled floor at her feet. Once upright again she dashed in and made a cut along the Beowulf's neck, drawing a pained groan from it and sending it finally to its knees. With a shout of effort she raised her sword high and sliced through the same spot, driving it deep into the wound before using her other hand to push, managing to slice completely through and take its head. Though she had clearly had a more difficult time of it, Ulyssa was proud to have killed that one Beowulf herself, smiling as she shook the blood from her blade.

"See...? I can fight," Ulyssa said, reaffirming it for herself as much as she was reminding the boys, "That was... Fun."

If that was her idea of fun then Soren didn't quite know if he wanted to be teammates with her. These two were capable though, and he wasn't so much looking for 'fun' people as he was ones who could hold their own. Had they passed the bill? Aside from Ulyssa's freeze up yes, they had done a decent job of fighting. "Never doubted you," he replied simply, inciting an annoyed look from the girl that left him confused.

"Then why tell me to stay back?! I was just... A little surprised, that was all!" Hmph, what a jerk, saying something like that after telling her to stay put. She had half a mind to give him a slap for being two-faced like that, but let it go and exhaled deeply to settle herself. It was over with at last, and now they could focus on what they had come here for. "Owyn? Let's go get that relic already, before something else shows up and tries to kill us..." Knowing their luck there was a whole pack of Beowolves around the corner, waiting for them to arrive to attack. Maybe that was a touch unrealistic, but given today's events she wouldn't be too surprised.

"Oh... The chess pieces? Those are just down the hall," Soren spoke, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, "Just came from there, it's easy to find." Should he try convincing them to take the same piece that he and Lyra had? There might be other students nearby, yet these two were decent and already here, so why not? Glancing up at the ceiling as he heard it groaning, Soren frowned before waving Ulyssa to move, shuffling along as bricks began to fall down, the ceiling giving way with no walls to support it. Kicking up all sorts of dust and debris, and burying the Grimm's corpse beneath it, the hallway was partially sealed from that end, albeit one could enter and exit from either hole in the walls now. "I can show you where the pieces are, follow me," he added, his sword resting again on his shoulder as he started back to the courtyard.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Hm, was Viral angry that he was just sitting here? Vegeta had worked alongside the Beastman before, now he just didn't see a reason to continue doing so. Clearly however that was not in agreement, perhaps he should be exercising alongside Viral now. The grumbling suggested he should do as much, so to help that he stretched out his legs, placing his arms across his chest as he prepared to do a few crunches. "If that happens again then we will find another means of feeding you. It shouldn't though," Vegeta explained as he began his workout, trying to not go too fast, "Your body should be relatively stable even if not healed, so random transformations ought to be an issue of the past now." Ought was the key word there, just because he could claim so with relative certainty didn't mean there was a 0% chance of such a thing occurring. "Tell me... Of your favorite dishes, which would you like? I figure we'll begin with something you really enjoyed, perhaps that will make eating easier," he mused aloud as he continued with his crunches, "I'm sure we'll have the ingredients to make it, or something similar."

"A wondrous man? Why, it's the pinnacle of greatness! A wondrous man is a man that excels in everything he tries! A wondrous man is kind yet strong, understanding yet fierce to his enemies, he has the greatest capacity for both power and for pacifism, THAT is a wondrous man! To know how and when to fight, to defend what's right and support others, there is no greater goal for a man to seek!" At least not in a Yulian's perspective. Glory, strength, the betterment of your fellow man, these were all qualities that the greats of his people shared. Perhaps Kiton's people didn't aspire to the same levels, but Leto couldn't see the alien being any worse off for trying. "It is, it's an enormous reputation! But that just means you'll be all the better once you do revoke it!" the Yulian declared, his eyes twinkling brilliantly as he pointed towards the sky, "You can achieve heights never known to your fellows, and redeem any past misdeeds that haunt you! Anything is possible if you put in the effort, my friend!" And what better place to seek to rise above troubles than this peak? Overlooking the lake, it was a serene sight and as far from the troubles as one might get. Leto had found many vistas like this on Uuonoe, places he loved to go to think and just take in the sights, maybe Kiton could appreciate it the same way. "If you don't wish to fight then do not join us, that's your decision to make," the Yulian said, nodding as he folded his arms, "But you should try to make friends with someone, especially someone with a good name. If you want to shed the animosity and hatred of your people's past, surround yourself with people that will make you look better, not criminals."

"Tch... You'd be afraid if you had to fight him..." He had never even seen his father's true power, yet he was the one person he'd ever met who Takeshi absolutely did not wish to fight. Sure, they talked about taking down the king a lot, but talking and doing were two totally separate things. It was easy to say they would, but was it even possible for them? So this jerk wanted him to try and be more calm, fine. Admittedly it was easy to get overly aggressive and furious for him, that's just who he was as a person; he could dial it back though, especially if it meant showing up Krom. "Just bring it on, quit talking and get to the fighting." Watching the Elite for movements, Takeshi was slightly annoyed when he made an obvious attack, thinking for a second he was trying to patronize him. No doubt about that actually, that was exactly the way he usually fought. Letting Krom come to him, the Prince raised an arm and knocked aside the first punch, leaning back to avoid the second. The third and forth he simply leaned to either side to evade, and the fifth he deflected by hitting Krom's arm away with his palm. Figuring he should probably try to retaliate at some point, Takeshi knocked the sixth away in a similar manner before immediately spinning on his heel, trying to slam his fist and forearm into Krom's chest and knock him away.

Shu was such a nervous child, was he afraid of being reprimanded? Or even touched? He seemed to hate being grabbed, suggesting there had been something in the past to instill a fear in him. Maybe if he could figure out precisely what said fear was he could help control it, or at the very least subdue it so it wasn't so debilitating. "What are those bad things, Shu? Anything you want to talk about?" Aito asked, smiling kindly as he lowered himself into a sitting position, "We can train in a bit, how about we talk now? Whatever is on your mind now, feel free to share it with me. I'm a doctor, perhaps I can help you?" If he couldn't Vegeta may be able to, or one of the many doctors here on Uuonoe. Before any of that could be done however they needed to know what the problem was, and only then could they consider treating it. Gesturing for Shu to be seated as well, Aito reached into the pocket of his shirt and pulled out a toothpick, sticking it between his teeth and rolling it a bit habitually. "Don't worry about being judged or told you're wrong or bad, that's not what I'll be doing. I can help you if there's something you need help with, but only if you tell me what that is, okay?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Don't misunderstand me, I'm not dismissing your nightmares. I'm dismissing the notion of what you dream of coming true," Vegeta explained, "Father and I are confident at this point we can subdue you if you should change, and the potential for you to change is slim compared to before. Of course there is a risk, even something with a .0001% chance of occurring has a risk, however unlikely." Viral's risk of changing may not be quite as minute as that, but it was close. Though he had not begun to recover really persay he was more stable than before, now able to be out and about all day without any signs of a change coming on. There were no doubt some stimuli which might still prompt a change, and more likely than not some unknowns still too, but Vegeta could say with relative confidence they had the situation down. Watching as Viral continued his push-ups, Vegeta took a seat beside him to simply watch and monitor, folding his hands in his lap as he crossed his legs. "Forcing you to eat won't work, it can make you ill and get an unwanted reaction. We'll begin with small portions and work up from there. Even if it's only a few bites, or one bite, anywhere is a start. Sooner or later you'll feel comfortable enough to have a fully portioned meal again, we just have to work to that point."

"There is a far cry from a thief and a mass murderer my friend. People have done worse just to survive, no one can fault you for that. The only fault here lies with refusing to change your ways now that you have a chance," Leto mused, giving a firm nod of his head before glancing back at Kiton, "You've every resource to better yourself, use them! Become the man you wish to be, not the man you dread. If you don't want to be seen as a monster or a criminal, don't let people see that! Show them a wondrous man instead!" Or... Frost Demon... Did they have genders? Come to think of it he couldn't recall just this second if it had ever been explicitly stated if Kiton was male or female, and his name didn't exactly clear anything up. "So be the first of your kind to be noble! What people did before you doesn't define who you are. You can let everyone else label you and take that label, or you can prove them wrong!" In the midst of their, or rather Leto's impassioned exchange, they had made it to the shores along the lake. The path which Leto had taken them rose up to a cliff overlooking the body of water, and now they could see it in its entirety, as waves rippled along the surface and the sunlight glimmered against the water. "What do you want, Kiton? Do you wish to be a man and decide for yourself, or let others decide for you?"

This jerk was talking down to him and loving every second of it. The worst part though? He was right. All that was being done here was some simple brawling, the likes of which Takeshi had picked up fighting undisciplined soldiers, or using his strength as a Saiyan over human soldiers. You didn't need real technique when you eclipsed people in terms of strength, it only took a punch or two to win. But what if your opponent was nearly equal in power, or greater? And far more disciplined? He loathed to admit it, but Krom was absolutely right here. "They only did it... Because they were afraid of my father...?" he repeated, shoulders sagging as he glanced down at the floor dejectedly. It made sense, they would have given him whatever he wanted or entertained him all to keep on the King's good side. Dammit, he knew he was a good fighter, he just needed to prove it. Closing his eyes for a moment he inhaled deeply to settle himself down, slowly taking a stance and giving Krom a steady glare as he did so. "Fine, bring it on. I'll show you I know how to fight." He'd just have to think things through a bit, rather than just power his way through and throw strikes constantly. Thinking quick... Not exactly his strong suit.

Shu was oddly meek right now, and particularly any time he was grabbed. Just why was that? It seemed like all the fight went out of the boy at those moments, and for obvious reasons losing your will to fight was a problem. When the young Saiyan proclaimed himself he didn't like being grabbed, Aito felt compelled to understand why that was; was there some event before that left him afraid of being held? Or was there another underlying reason for it? "Why are you afraid of being grabbed, Shu? What do you think I'm going to do if I grab you?" he asked, smiling slightly as he squatted down. Slowly reaching out then the doctor placed one hand on Shu's shoulder, letting it simply rest there as he spoke. "Before you say anything, understand that I will not, under any circumstance, hurt you. Even if you change I can help you change back without harming you. I'm your friend, not your enemy."

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

Just one clean cut was all that she needed, and Ulyssa got it. Granted she probably wouldn't have been able to sever the Death Stalker's tail in one cut, it was thicker than its legs and had some decent armor, so she was grateful at least for Owyn's help. Now that its greatest asset was gone she could focus more on disabling its movements, make it a sitting duck for their attacks. With one leg gone it was already crippled, now to move onto a second. From where she was stood at its side she couldn't see her teammate, all she knew was that he'd inflicted some kind of nasty blow given the Grimm's pained howls. This was going surprisingly well for them. Despite being in a relatively cramped space, and being inexperienced, they were handily beating back this Death Stalker with little trouble. One more limb, one more solid strike and they could finish it off for good.

"Hah, please! This is barely a warm up for me!" Ulyssa retorted, smirking as she began her blade's vibrations again. For extra measure she reached up to the clip on her head and slipped loose a card, hoping to get something useful to slay the beast. Giving the face a quick look she grinned and threw the card into the air, using her Semblance to shatter it into dust crystals afterwards. The one she had drawn was for a speed boost with her strikes, enabling her to hit at almost twice her normal rate. It was brief, but should be plenty to do the job here. Poised to strike, she began to move in and try to sever one of the legs, yet fell short when a sudden sound caused her to freeze in her spot. A loud, guttural growl seemed to echo from down the hallway, and looking in said direction Ulyssa's eyes widened in shock. Staring them down was another three, no, four sets of eyes, the actual beings themselves cloaked in the shadow of the hallway. They were drawing nearer too, and she worried for a moment about their chances in such tight spaces.

"Owyn! We have trouble!" she shouted, turning to face off against the four new Grimm. Fighting a Death Stalker on your own might be a bit difficult, but with how injured it was Owyn could likely finish it off. Until he did then she'd have to contend with four Grimm, four of which she had no idea what they were. She still had speed on her side for about a minute, if she could land some decisive blows in that period maybe she could kill at least one or two. She knew what she had to do, yet Ulyssa was finding that her legs were not at all compliant to her will. Even as the four Grimm advanced on them she couldn't move, and she swore she felt her hands shaking. Why couldn't she attack them? So she couldn't see, big deal, she could hear them and at the very least see their eyes. She'd fought Grimm before, albeit never in these conditions, but that shouldn't be a problem. Come on legs, work! Work! The nearest Grimm let out a howl, one belonging to a Beowulf, before apparently leaping into the air and at her, barreling down with its fangs and claws. Bracing for the pain of the attack, Ulyssa closed her eyes and held her sword up defensively.

Yet the pain never came. Instead of feeling herself be swatted away or torn asunder, a sudden, thunderous blast rocked the Grimm before her, knocking it into an adjacent wall and breaking through the stone. Doing so let natural light pour into the room, and finally Ulyssa could get a better grasp of the situation. Beowulves, four of them, and the Death Stalker. The latter was injured heavily and blinded, but these four newcomers were the new threat. Just what in the hell had attacked that one then? Glancing over at the shattered wall her eyes widened slightly in surprise, seeing a foreign looking boy atop one of the wolves. With a sizable sword in hand he pinned the Grimm's neck down with his foot, and with one mighty cleave took its head clean off. Just where in the heck had he come from? Had he been following these Beowulves? He had just effectively saved her life, yet she couldn't find her voice to thank him for as much, finding herself still stuck in place and trembling slightly.

"Hey... Stand around and you're going to die..." Soren muttered, frowning as he glanced over at Ulyssa. She was one of the two from before, wasn't she? A quick glance and he spotted the preppy looking boy as well, finishing off what looked to be a badly injured Death Stalker. So that left three Beowulves for him then, right? Seeing as Ulyssa was utterly helpless at the moment it had to, unless the other boy could finish off his opponent in the next few moments. Letting out a sigh he began approaching the other three wolves, dragging his sword behind him as he did so, the steel clattering against the ground as it bounced over bricks and fallen rubble. "Just sit there actually, I got this..."

Three on one? Was he insane? No way was Ulyssa going to let someone do something so reckless. Sure, he'd killed one already, but it had essentially been a surprise attack; the chances of this boy doing that three more times seemed minimal at best. Besides, he had just saved her life, was she really going to let him die? Gritting her teeth she began to move her legs forward, furious at herself for freezing up like that. One step, then another, it was painstaking to try and do such a simple thing. Already Soren had begun fighting the wolves, being put on the defensive rather quick as he had to block a number of swipes and lunges. If he kept that up he was going to tire, and he'd die. If Owyn somehow lost his fight then she couldn't help both of them, what should she do? Owyn or the new boy? She had to decide rather quickly, who had a better chance of success?

Owyn did. It was one on one, his enemy was injured, and he seemed competent. If he died here then she'd be heartbroken, but if he couldn't defeat a single Grimm on his own then he had no business as a Huntsmen either. Setting her sights on the nearest Beowulf, Ulyssa let out a shout of anger before rushing in, drawing its attention away from Soren with the scream. Ducking underneath a set of claws she slid along on her feet, pivoting the blade in her grasp and bringing it up in a quick arc. Her attack caught the Grimm along the chest, and while not a lethal strike she drew blood, and plenty of anger towards her. Jumping to the side to avoid the claws coming down on top of her, Ulyssa dashed forward again and made a horizontal cut along its left forefront leg, cutting tendons and rendering the limb near useless. That didn't stop the Beowulf from turning to try and bite at her though, and it might well have gotten her had another not been kicked back, smashing into the injured beast and knocking them both away.