Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2018 1:01:20 GMT -5
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EARTH!
His return to Earth had rejuvenated him with resolve and with returning to the New Crane School grounds he'd immediately make his way to his surprisingly still untouched room.
-!FLASHBACK!-
A Grand Master meant something it seemed, something more than he at first presumed to think of the rank. This of course inspired the "new" Ookami to actually teach rather than merely focus on his own goals. Sure he knew he'd have to teach and with his ultimate goal in mind it was always inevitable, but he never truly understood what it meant to be the Teacher, until now. As such he had gathered a small class of five students at one of the smallest training grounds in the area.
A small clearing surrounded by trees, with a memorial stone to one side, a few stumps to sit upon, and a large creek/stream behind these things. Arms behind his back he stood still, the raised collar of his black jacket kissing his face as a strong passing breeze caused his attire to shift in the wind. Though his eyes appeared dull and lazy, he held a strong fire within, running his tongue over his lips and then his sharp canine teeth individually he'd finally speak to the men and woman standing before him.
" You five know why you're here...Show me what you've got, do not hold back! You are to attack me as if I were a mortal enemy, as if you meant to snuff out my last breath! Now, engage! "
Rather than standing still he'd shift into an open stance, he wasn't here to disrespect the students, they deserved his best and vice versa as such he wouldn't mock them by remaining casual in posture. Popping his neck from side to side, hands free, he'd wait.
The future held glory for the bold and the brave.
And victory favoured those with preparation.
Another breeze passed through the area, the air silent save for the whistle in the wind. That was until sometime later the students finally acted, summoning their courage to finally attack.
Shift
Shift
Shift
Shift
Ssffft
Four moved in immediately, while one jumped into the air, surely hoping to try and capture an aerial advantage. Eyes lazily, but expertly dancing about to keep up with the students as they sought to surround him, Ookami would stand his ground vigilantly and unwavering.
Thwip!
Stykkk!
Kryaakkk!
Thoooom!
Powwww!
The attacks came in like focused beams of blazing fire, fists and feet flying at him in rapid succession. One would be deflected, then another, raising his left foot he'd counter the next by swatting a student's arm away with a dull kick from Ookami's shin as the driving force. The next student's attack was dodged outright, sliding to the right and going low before popping up and delivering a punch to side back of the student who had jumped into the air before. Preforming a single rotation as he came back to the ground himself he'd spring back into action, swinging his left knee wide before tucking it into the side of another student's ribs, proceeding to spin to his right, crashing his elbow into one student's ear in the process.
Catching one of the girl's punches in his hand he'd continue to clinch his own hand around hers, grabbing her before using her to stop the next student, swinging the girl into them like a meat-morning star. Once he had batted away the boy, he'd swing the girl again, first upward, before slamming her back down through the air and against the ground. Releasing his hold on her he'd dodge the same girl who's opening attack he had dodged outright, again avoiding her entirely, causing her to nearly fall into the nearby stream.
They all had their faults, even himself.
But such things had to be honed if they were to ever hope of being sharp.
The students remained relentless however.
This time pairing off, two coming from his left, two from his blindside and one from an angle, to the right and ahead of him. First raising his left arm and leg, he'd tank the punches and kicks thrown his way, shoving off his attackers before swinging his raised foot to his right. Having thus lifted his right foot off the ground he put his weight and power behind his next kick, slamming his right foot flat into the next student's chest, sending them reeling backward into a tree. In the same instance his intensity would flare for a moment as he continued through the air while remaining in place, front flipping to bring his opposite foot, left, up and into the chin of the one student attacking him from behind.
Knocking them up and off of their feet with such a spinning heel kick-like maneuver, Ookami would land back upon the ground, slowly rising to his full height as the first two students moved in once more while the others struggled to regain composure. Swatting away one's punch he'd redirect the other's, coming in to smash his forearm into the face of the first before spinning to the right, his left elbow coming into contact with another student's ear this time. Now with all five students back on the ground he'd slide into a new fighting position before speaking.
" Up. The moment you yield to pain, the moment you give into your fatigue is when your opponent knows they've won. The moment you show weakness it's all over! Never stop fighting, heart means everything! "
Moving in just before they had all regained composure he'd show them the faults of hesitation, leg sweeping a few while slamming the others to the ground with Judo-style tosses. Kicking them while they were down a bit before taking a notable amount of steps back, once more beckoning them to their feet despite their even more battered forms now.
They heeded his words and as brothers and sisters, the stronger more able ones stood at the ready to defend those who took a bit more time to recover. This showed the five students progression already and the fact that they were still fighting at all, Ookami had picked some of the cream of the crop to personally train. Now attacking with their tanks running on empty, or nearly, Ookami had to remind himself not to drag out their suffering. He didn't want them to learn to hate him, even if what he had planned next might make them do so regardless.
The first one, the largest individual of the group and a woman to boot, a muscular titan would come at him with a battle cry. Swatting her fist aside he'd clash with her as she drew upon hidden reserves to stand toe to toe with him for a few moments to help the others. Then came in the quickest of the group, an Alien male who appeared to be a reptile of sorts. Dodging their tongue, tail, and claws in tandem he'd shove back the brute of a woman, causing the boy's prehensile and sticky tongue to catch her right arm before Ookami sent a straight right punch to the lizard's gut. Kicking him backward then he'd knock the girl off balance due to the tongue still attached to her, grabbing the fleshy organ himself Ookami would use it to his advantage.
Landing an elbow and then grabbing the girl by the face with his free hand he'd wrap the boy's tongue around her so her arm was drawn close to her chest and neck, while also ensnaring her throat a bit in the process. Slamming her down shoulders and head first he'd kick the male in the face on his way to the others. Having put those two down for good this time he was free to focus on the other three, dodging one's feeble attempt to catch him with a corkscrew kick by slipping away and then coming back in to grab them by their hair, smashing them into a tree and tossing them into the nearby memorial stone with a sick thud, though the stone construct stood unmoved or damaged.
And then Ookami caught a wrist under his left armpit, then without emotion he'd turn to his right while holding onto his student, a sick snap echoing out before spinning to his left and delivering a palm thrust that sent the kid into the nearby stream, withering in agony from a broken wrist and cracked collar bone. Catching a left hook aimed for his face from the next student he whip them up and over himself, slamming them to the ground before his left foot met their shoulder and neck, a quick yank popping their punching arm out of socket before a follow up twist furthered the injury. Though it was intense, Ookami knew it wouldn't ruin the man's arm and that he'd only grow stronger from the defeat.
Groans and weak cries of pain filled his ears as he made his way back to the center of the clearing, looking upon the fallen students before bowing to each of them respectively.
" You have all done great today and it has been a pleasure...Do not grow to hate me for the lessons I teach you, but if you must then use it. Become better, become stronger!....Now, we will use these Senzu Extract pills and continue! "
Reaching inside his coat he'd retrieve five small perfectly round green pills, tossing one to each nearly unconscious students. Unlike Senzu Beans it would take them a short while to fully recover and as such he'd wait, falling into a sitting position and entering meditation in the mean time.
His arms were folded, his brow furrowed, and his eyes focused on what was unfolding before him. Presently three of his prospects were "handling" a New Crane School hopeful, some meathead who wanted to get into Martial Arts to increase his fighting power. However Ookami immediately took a distaste for the guy and as such set up an intro training program for the man and many like him, the wolf's weeding of the crop. In this program, his elite students would literally and metaphorically break the resolve of these people. This came in the form of a beat down though, behind closed doors, and where Ookami was the only one who'm his loyal students followed.
Bones could be heard breaking, gasps for air, sickening thuds as meat and bone pounded on meat and bone.
After about ten minutes of being huddled over in the floor being kicked and punched repeatedly the giant of a man would fall into unconsciousness, leaving Ookami to task his students to dump the man away from the temple, the nearby town/city, and leave him near the outskirts to be found by whomever. Running his tongue over his left lower canine he'd pop his neck from side to side, tasking another student with cleaning the blood off of the floor. Though if he had it his way he would've left it to stain and send a message to those in the future, but to keep his means of training students on the low, Ookami often had to cover up his actions.
Floating into the air and to the loft section of the room he'd make his way then to the only window in the room, a small spherical one that was on equal height with Ookami's own face. From there he'd watch as his loyal students stealthily slinked out into the nearby tree line before vanishing from sight, lowering their power signatures as to not be followed.
Grinning the wolfish devil would turn on his heel, there was another "appointment" to get ready for.
-!PRESENT DAY!-
Standing ahead of his select group of favoured Crane Students, his "Elites" dubbed internally as Ookami's "Fangs", the White Wolf would give them his blessing, nodding toward the large and still growing number of loyalists. With them all behind him then Ookami would make his march to the center of the academy, it was time.
In a few minutes the small swarm of select students along with their White Wolf leading the way would appear, interrupting the class that was taking place at the time. Though this could be considered disrespectful, Ookami's intent threw this thought clean out of every window once it became known.
Stepping out from his loyalists Ookami would sift through the other students who's class he had interrupted, coming to a pause once he was at the dead center of area. Pinkish-crimson eyes scanning the school grounds he'd crack a grin before half-laughing, issuing his challenge loud and clear for any n' all to hear.
"Ay', so you know it's all been coming an' the day is here boys n' girlies! The New Crane School needs a master, a true leader! Let's do this up then shall we? I, Ookami as one of the Masters of the New Crane Style, issue an open challenge to anyone who would choose to appose my claim to Grand Master! Let's see who's got a bushy tail and doesn't wanna' tuck it!"
NOTES; ask for invite
His return to Earth had rejuvenated him with resolve and with returning to the New Crane School grounds he'd immediately make his way to his surprisingly still untouched room.
-!FLASHBACK!-
A Grand Master meant something it seemed, something more than he at first presumed to think of the rank. This of course inspired the "new" Ookami to actually teach rather than merely focus on his own goals. Sure he knew he'd have to teach and with his ultimate goal in mind it was always inevitable, but he never truly understood what it meant to be the Teacher, until now. As such he had gathered a small class of five students at one of the smallest training grounds in the area.
A small clearing surrounded by trees, with a memorial stone to one side, a few stumps to sit upon, and a large creek/stream behind these things. Arms behind his back he stood still, the raised collar of his black jacket kissing his face as a strong passing breeze caused his attire to shift in the wind. Though his eyes appeared dull and lazy, he held a strong fire within, running his tongue over his lips and then his sharp canine teeth individually he'd finally speak to the men and woman standing before him.
" You five know why you're here...Show me what you've got, do not hold back! You are to attack me as if I were a mortal enemy, as if you meant to snuff out my last breath! Now, engage! "
Rather than standing still he'd shift into an open stance, he wasn't here to disrespect the students, they deserved his best and vice versa as such he wouldn't mock them by remaining casual in posture. Popping his neck from side to side, hands free, he'd wait.
The future held glory for the bold and the brave.
And victory favoured those with preparation.
Another breeze passed through the area, the air silent save for the whistle in the wind. That was until sometime later the students finally acted, summoning their courage to finally attack.
Shift
Shift
Shift
Shift
Ssffft
Four moved in immediately, while one jumped into the air, surely hoping to try and capture an aerial advantage. Eyes lazily, but expertly dancing about to keep up with the students as they sought to surround him, Ookami would stand his ground vigilantly and unwavering.
Thwip!
Stykkk!
Kryaakkk!
Thoooom!
Powwww!
The attacks came in like focused beams of blazing fire, fists and feet flying at him in rapid succession. One would be deflected, then another, raising his left foot he'd counter the next by swatting a student's arm away with a dull kick from Ookami's shin as the driving force. The next student's attack was dodged outright, sliding to the right and going low before popping up and delivering a punch to side back of the student who had jumped into the air before. Preforming a single rotation as he came back to the ground himself he'd spring back into action, swinging his left knee wide before tucking it into the side of another student's ribs, proceeding to spin to his right, crashing his elbow into one student's ear in the process.
Catching one of the girl's punches in his hand he'd continue to clinch his own hand around hers, grabbing her before using her to stop the next student, swinging the girl into them like a meat-morning star. Once he had batted away the boy, he'd swing the girl again, first upward, before slamming her back down through the air and against the ground. Releasing his hold on her he'd dodge the same girl who's opening attack he had dodged outright, again avoiding her entirely, causing her to nearly fall into the nearby stream.
They all had their faults, even himself.
But such things had to be honed if they were to ever hope of being sharp.
The students remained relentless however.
This time pairing off, two coming from his left, two from his blindside and one from an angle, to the right and ahead of him. First raising his left arm and leg, he'd tank the punches and kicks thrown his way, shoving off his attackers before swinging his raised foot to his right. Having thus lifted his right foot off the ground he put his weight and power behind his next kick, slamming his right foot flat into the next student's chest, sending them reeling backward into a tree. In the same instance his intensity would flare for a moment as he continued through the air while remaining in place, front flipping to bring his opposite foot, left, up and into the chin of the one student attacking him from behind.
Knocking them up and off of their feet with such a spinning heel kick-like maneuver, Ookami would land back upon the ground, slowly rising to his full height as the first two students moved in once more while the others struggled to regain composure. Swatting away one's punch he'd redirect the other's, coming in to smash his forearm into the face of the first before spinning to the right, his left elbow coming into contact with another student's ear this time. Now with all five students back on the ground he'd slide into a new fighting position before speaking.
" Up. The moment you yield to pain, the moment you give into your fatigue is when your opponent knows they've won. The moment you show weakness it's all over! Never stop fighting, heart means everything! "
Moving in just before they had all regained composure he'd show them the faults of hesitation, leg sweeping a few while slamming the others to the ground with Judo-style tosses. Kicking them while they were down a bit before taking a notable amount of steps back, once more beckoning them to their feet despite their even more battered forms now.
They heeded his words and as brothers and sisters, the stronger more able ones stood at the ready to defend those who took a bit more time to recover. This showed the five students progression already and the fact that they were still fighting at all, Ookami had picked some of the cream of the crop to personally train. Now attacking with their tanks running on empty, or nearly, Ookami had to remind himself not to drag out their suffering. He didn't want them to learn to hate him, even if what he had planned next might make them do so regardless.
The first one, the largest individual of the group and a woman to boot, a muscular titan would come at him with a battle cry. Swatting her fist aside he'd clash with her as she drew upon hidden reserves to stand toe to toe with him for a few moments to help the others. Then came in the quickest of the group, an Alien male who appeared to be a reptile of sorts. Dodging their tongue, tail, and claws in tandem he'd shove back the brute of a woman, causing the boy's prehensile and sticky tongue to catch her right arm before Ookami sent a straight right punch to the lizard's gut. Kicking him backward then he'd knock the girl off balance due to the tongue still attached to her, grabbing the fleshy organ himself Ookami would use it to his advantage.
Landing an elbow and then grabbing the girl by the face with his free hand he'd wrap the boy's tongue around her so her arm was drawn close to her chest and neck, while also ensnaring her throat a bit in the process. Slamming her down shoulders and head first he'd kick the male in the face on his way to the others. Having put those two down for good this time he was free to focus on the other three, dodging one's feeble attempt to catch him with a corkscrew kick by slipping away and then coming back in to grab them by their hair, smashing them into a tree and tossing them into the nearby memorial stone with a sick thud, though the stone construct stood unmoved or damaged.
And then Ookami caught a wrist under his left armpit, then without emotion he'd turn to his right while holding onto his student, a sick snap echoing out before spinning to his left and delivering a palm thrust that sent the kid into the nearby stream, withering in agony from a broken wrist and cracked collar bone. Catching a left hook aimed for his face from the next student he whip them up and over himself, slamming them to the ground before his left foot met their shoulder and neck, a quick yank popping their punching arm out of socket before a follow up twist furthered the injury. Though it was intense, Ookami knew it wouldn't ruin the man's arm and that he'd only grow stronger from the defeat.
Groans and weak cries of pain filled his ears as he made his way back to the center of the clearing, looking upon the fallen students before bowing to each of them respectively.
" You have all done great today and it has been a pleasure...Do not grow to hate me for the lessons I teach you, but if you must then use it. Become better, become stronger!....Now, we will use these Senzu Extract pills and continue! "
Reaching inside his coat he'd retrieve five small perfectly round green pills, tossing one to each nearly unconscious students. Unlike Senzu Beans it would take them a short while to fully recover and as such he'd wait, falling into a sitting position and entering meditation in the mean time.
His arms were folded, his brow furrowed, and his eyes focused on what was unfolding before him. Presently three of his prospects were "handling" a New Crane School hopeful, some meathead who wanted to get into Martial Arts to increase his fighting power. However Ookami immediately took a distaste for the guy and as such set up an intro training program for the man and many like him, the wolf's weeding of the crop. In this program, his elite students would literally and metaphorically break the resolve of these people. This came in the form of a beat down though, behind closed doors, and where Ookami was the only one who'm his loyal students followed.
Bones could be heard breaking, gasps for air, sickening thuds as meat and bone pounded on meat and bone.
After about ten minutes of being huddled over in the floor being kicked and punched repeatedly the giant of a man would fall into unconsciousness, leaving Ookami to task his students to dump the man away from the temple, the nearby town/city, and leave him near the outskirts to be found by whomever. Running his tongue over his left lower canine he'd pop his neck from side to side, tasking another student with cleaning the blood off of the floor. Though if he had it his way he would've left it to stain and send a message to those in the future, but to keep his means of training students on the low, Ookami often had to cover up his actions.
Floating into the air and to the loft section of the room he'd make his way then to the only window in the room, a small spherical one that was on equal height with Ookami's own face. From there he'd watch as his loyal students stealthily slinked out into the nearby tree line before vanishing from sight, lowering their power signatures as to not be followed.
Grinning the wolfish devil would turn on his heel, there was another "appointment" to get ready for.
-!PRESENT DAY!-
Standing ahead of his select group of favoured Crane Students, his "Elites" dubbed internally as Ookami's "Fangs", the White Wolf would give them his blessing, nodding toward the large and still growing number of loyalists. With them all behind him then Ookami would make his march to the center of the academy, it was time.
In a few minutes the small swarm of select students along with their White Wolf leading the way would appear, interrupting the class that was taking place at the time. Though this could be considered disrespectful, Ookami's intent threw this thought clean out of every window once it became known.
Stepping out from his loyalists Ookami would sift through the other students who's class he had interrupted, coming to a pause once he was at the dead center of area. Pinkish-crimson eyes scanning the school grounds he'd crack a grin before half-laughing, issuing his challenge loud and clear for any n' all to hear.
"Ay', so you know it's all been coming an' the day is here boys n' girlies! The New Crane School needs a master, a true leader! Let's do this up then shall we? I, Ookami as one of the Masters of the New Crane Style, issue an open challenge to anyone who would choose to appose my claim to Grand Master! Let's see who's got a bushy tail and doesn't wanna' tuck it!"
NOTES; ask for invite
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
