The Z-Force.

With the kind of resources she was told they had, joining was something of an opportunity not many would pass up. But to do so brought on certain complications, which made her wonder if being apart of the group was even possible. As hard as it was to gain power, there was only so much she needed for her goal.

The tournaments that she had partook in, they had practitioners of ki, who were much stronger than she was, but weaker than the man she had met some days ago. A kind of gap that she could overcome with the right resources, though upon doing so, left her with the wonder of just what could really happen.

She was planning to garner up enough money from tournaments, just to be able to afford a planet of her own. But this whole group that had such commodities the everyday man didn't, were a mix of characters.

People who she wasn't sure of just what they were like. She could care far less about impressing them. That wasn't the issue at hand that came from being apart of a group. What they thought of her, wasn't necessarily even important, knowing that their leader was the one who had extended the offer.

But there were concerns of attention, which even after disclosing to the man leading things, she still held doubts would go well in the end. She wanted use of the resources they had, in order to reach the kind of power she was looking for, and make her life just as comfortable as that man's attitude.

Reaching that power didn't mean just cutting ties, but the possible accommodation or inclusion of beliefs that wouldn't have place on this envisioned planet of hers. Their whole goal of saving the planet from threats, didn't align with her own intentions, knowing she was willing to abandon for her own survival.

But to be apart of a group meant not making such things obvious. Unlike most people, she saw encouragement in the idea of letting certain beings to grow stronger. Enough to come back in the future.

It was one of the beliefs taught onto her, and with how many schools of thoughts there were when it came to being a martial artist, the things that she knew really couldn't be seen as something wrong.

The only validation someone who represented a school really had, was how much they win local events, where they were able to show off their power. To go and believe otherwise, was too much will trying to be imposed onto others. She could spot such things from a mile away, though such actions or beliefs that went against her own, wasn't something that was insufferable until it had become too obvious for comfort.

To be too certain about how things should go, was nothing but a path to pointless frustration. It wasn't a pleasant thing to be around, and if anything, would have her question who could tolerate such behavior.

This valley was something different than just being in the city, with how sparse in population things really were out here. It was unlike the expedition she was taken on as well, with the kind of water around the area, compared to the sights she had seen not that long ago. An easy thing to see just why a place like this, could be one of training, and perhaps a hint in just what kind of personality this person had.

Though her kind of power level was far more than the average human, it wasn't anything impressive enough, that made her believe it was something that should be suppressed. Knowing she had came out here to meet someone of a different school as well, it would have been more suspicious if anything to do so.

The presence that she could feel, walking along the area, felt as if it had spiked in places here and there. An indication that there must have been some kind of personal progress at hand here.

"How long have you been out here?"

What training she did herself, didn't happen until past the early morning, with the lack of partners at her school. One reason that she was rather eager to make a departure, like those she had considered friends.

Beyond the grounds of the school, there seemed to be so much more beings of potential, who she could wind up learning something from, witnessing what they could pull off. Exposure of their power was beneficial.

Just like it was to make her presence clear now, rather than wait too long. It was easy to notice faults, just watching someone train, and while different styles had their own way of fighting, the actions they could take said it all just what they were capable of. Different people fell prone to different things.

"Training is better through application, which I can offer a hand too, as a martial artist myself."

With all the schools out there, she could hardly say she had any intimate knowledge of ones beyond famous ones like the Turtle and Crane schools. Their reputation was what many like her wanted to so surpass.

Private property was usually obvious.

As far as she had knew, this valley was one of them. It would take such wealth to be able to own a land so big, which although might have been plausible, knowing the kind of group this girl was apart of, she found it unlikely. It was nice to look at, but to own a whole valley, had a certain kind of history behind it.

In most cases, even if this was private property, it wasn't any harm in promptly leaving if such a thing was requested. But was there really something this area held, that could have such secrecy?

Ordinary was the only thing she saw around, if not for the only presence she could feel was around here at the moment. Though with what there was to come, most would have likely opted to stay away.

"I came here to seek you out specifically. Though you should have been capable of sensing my ki, since I wasn't trying to hide it."

Distraction could have been the cause, to be so into what kind of training this girl was doing, to be able to not notice a presence like herself. Which she would hardly say was something harmful.

Martial artists, even if they had only knew the basics, should have been able to take care of themselves. Hardly would anyone who couldn't be considered as one. She had yet been able to really meet someone of her own level, so even without any real flare of power, this was more than likely someone strong.

"A lot of people would have felt it, if they were in the area too."

With how out of the way this place was though, it was easy to see that it wasn't without intention, to be somewhere like this. Her reasons for doing so were simple enough, but she at least had the hope it would last far longer than her last couple of fights, with the kind of training she had done to conserve herself.

Things took off rather quickly, the way this girl had seemed to welcome a presence like herself, though the recognition of what kind of person she also was, might have helped with that. It was really energetic, compared to what she was used to, though also quite different from the young Majin she had fought against.

"You're really prepared for this."

It took only acceptance, for this girl to kick off in the kind of start that was difficult to match. The way that aura flared, was really something, and more than likely carried with it certain defenses.

Things could quickly be over if she wasn't prepared for it. She would take things a bit easy first to gauge what could come at her, before mustering what power she was capable of. But those defenses weren't something easy to pierce through either, without having to waste energy to go and do so.

"Well thank you for taking the time on me."

It was a different kind of thing, to see a fist extended out in a show of good faith. Rather than do the same, she had brought her hands together in a bow. With the weight of how this power was feeling right now, unlike when she had fought against the pink humanoid, she would have to make use of what she had.

Flaring out her own aura, what felt like such a heavy weight had lessened, although it would still prove to be an advantage for someone on this level, who was more than capable of defending against her.

"Rukia Date, of the Demon Leopard school."

To kick things off without possibly damning herself too much, she had charged forward in preparation to be more versatile, in what she had wanted to come off as a shock, for this first set of movements.

The power that she was condensing, with these kind of defenses, the sides of the stomach was perhaps the best place to aim for first, if she had wanted to see what these first strikes had to offer.

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She certainly must have had an active imagination.

The way those words were said, it made her wonder just what the girl thought this situation was. Introductions were already given, and the difference in their power should have been obvious.

What was there to be alert about from someone who outclassed her? The answer to that came quicker than she would have thought, but that might have been more so because of what could be an honest nature.

Lacking the ability to sense ki, was something she viewed to be a condition, if the girl was on this level of power, and couldn't really detect someone like hers. It was one of the basics of what she was taught in her school too, knowing just how necessary it was to distinguish themselves from other humans.

"Your another martial artist. There's no reason I wouldn't."

Of course, she came here for more reasons than just that, but her response was still the primary one. This wasn't the idea of proving what school was better, but more exposure to what she didn't know.

The Majin she fought had the highest defenses she was likely to meet anytime soon. Whatever this girl had to her, she would try and incorporate on her path of improvement, as she faced others and trained herself.

"That's practically a condition at this point. You should invest in a scouter at the least with the range that thing has."

She had her own interests in purchasing the product, but it wasn't anything that would come true soon. There was so much more strength that she could gain, before that could happen.

It didn't really bother her, hearing unfamiliarity with her own school. There was only really two out there that was famous, while everyone else was buried because of it. Though spite would do nothing to remedy that. Someone like this girl though, she couldn't really make out what school she was from herself.

"Same for just about any other school that isn't the Turtle or the Crane."

It was a surprising thing to find that her strikes had actually managed to land, though along with it, she felt the weight of this girl's own power, which had practically bit down at her overwhelmingly.

There was a lot of heat with what contact she had made, which was a difficult thing to deal with, if she was trying to really whittle down what she could. It wasn't the best situation to be in.

For as much flaring of power this girl was doing though, she couldn't have possibly hold out forever. Though she wasn't really sure herself just how long she would be able to last against someone like this.

She would have called it a small advantage, to be able to feel the slight shift in this girl's ki signature. One which had flared out into something of a shockwave. If not for her own instinct pushing herself to move out of the way, she could have already taken a lot of damage right off the bat.

Further strikes had came at the girl. With the limited options she had to fight without feeling a burn back, it was difficult to really want to muster what power she had. But she wanted to do something here.

"White Leopard."

Making her decision, she decided to charge forward to apply the basics of her school's techniques first, throwing just kicks to keep a proper distance that wouldn't bite at her too much.

Then with that settled, she moved again to aim at the girl's ribs this time. If this was something that had made contact, then it would have done its job in somewhat crippling the girl's movements a little.

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One person.

She had met a handful of individuals who were beings of power, each of them stronger than the last. But of the encounters she had ran into, the only one really capable of conversation had been a Saiyan.

Everyone else she had met, words practically passed through their heads. Whether it was because they were preoccupied with their own thoughts or not, it was an amazing thing to witness.

This girl and her imagination, she was certain if she had outright said something about killing, that would have been heard of. This whole Z-Force group after all, saw it was their duty to protect the planet.

But it was a twisted thing, to go and give explanations here and there, wishing to alleviate what nonsense an imagination could come up with, only to be unable to assess whether or not it was taken care of.

Talking and fighting at the same time was difficult for the weaker, but that wasn't the situation right now. Without making the effort to guard here and there, she was barely going to hold on.

The power that she was flaring, just as well was going to require more ki to sustain, if she wished to avoid feeling overwhelmed by a power greater than hers. It was an odd thing to know who she was facing wasn't someone who could sense power. Added some humor to the advice that was given to her.

"Things were worse a week ago."

It was one thing to gauge based on body language alone, and another thing entirely to be able to feel. She had yet to take any real damage, and if not for this situation being another gap of power, she would have fared better. This girl had accuracy to her, but it was nothing she couldn't have achieved herself.

Her purpose being here anyway, wasn't meant to be some kind of win. There were at least two other people she needed to meet that was apart of this team, and overlooking what kind of energy she saw, she didn't really see anything she wouldn't have been able to bear. If this girl was usually alone like this in the first place, then there was less likely of a chance that her nose would be stuck in the business of others.

The first couple of strikes she had sent was parried for the most part, but she could tell from her legs there wasn't really any resistance despite all of that. It was the kick she aimed with her feet towards the ribs, that she could feel real resistance to, and pushed away by the girl's own forearm.

The difference in reach with a leg, in comparison to an arm, made it easy to guard against the coming strike to her chest, even with the further resistance she was feeling against it. Though the elbow to the head was something surprising, and if not for her own aura, could have likely done a lot worse.

Whatever power was mustered there, she wasn't feeling much of what it was meant to deliver. But its intention did leave an impression on the back of her head that she knew was going to linger for a little longer. The target reminded her of the encounter she had with the Saiyan she met.

Something that made her close her eyes, if only for just a little bit, and though a little shaken, focus on the girl's ki signature. There wasn't really anything to do in this situation but trust, and once again she had condensed her energy, waiting for the moment she could really feel a presence, before striking.

"Demon Leopard."

She used only her arms this time, hoping she would somehow manage to hit the temples.

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It took a lot of effort to make someone like her stop fighting.

Those who practiced the use of ki, had a certain advantage, that those who didn't would be easily surprised by. She could go against a bodybuilder without any trouble, just from firing off a ki blast.

That was how much power level could matter, and the difference between what she and this girl held, was something like those she had already met. No matter what she was able to learn from this, being at the short end of things, was very likely going to result in a loss for her, unable to close the gap there was.

With how many times she had already faced defeat, meeting someone so apparently cheerful and naive, made this encounter all the more special. Something to remember. To look back upon as an example.

Like the other encounters, what slight feeling she got, that things could have turned around for her, was nothing more than a moment proving that improvement was something still out of reach.

The very strike she had made a guess aim for, she felt resistance towards. Against anyone else, it was something that could have easily lowered the gap between them, making it one or two strikes away from her actually managing to win a spar for once. But any chance of resistance for the strong, tended to assert an undesirable outcome. Something she saw within this confidence the girl had suddenly spouted out.

Her martial style, it sounded as if there was a belief that it was something personified. Magic she could believe to be a thing, but not in a way where objects could suddenly be living and with a mind of their own. Something like an aura, which lacked a soul, and thus intelligence, was in the same manner.

It was a small thing to really bring up in the future, since it was essentially a quirk formed from events within a life, but this was just one reason of many her freedom meant something. It was ludicrous to see any contempt when what plans she had came to fruition, when someone like this could be so impulsive.

She already gave leniency where it was due, but there was already a lot of things she saw, that made her own motivations tame in comparison to the behavior shown to her. Though still not enough to bat away any desire not to make use of what resources this group actually had for themselves.

With the kind of speed that would have put her training to shame in a more public setting, sharp pains started to tear apart at her body, starting with a chain that hit her chin, then a spontaneous display of wrapping worn bandages around her body. The movement started releasing the adrenaline that would have normally came out, if she had been steadily hurt. Everything here, it built up like a fire combusting.

No matter what kind of struggling she could do, there was no choice other than to be enveloped into darkness, with the biggest pain that she could have experienced, coming from the end of this all.

If not for herself mustering more ki to surround herself in her own aura, there were a lot of things that could have happened, beyond what flimsy protection used bandages could have offered. But through this last strike, she could tell that it was over. There was no use in remaining conscious any more.

Beyond the surface of this girl, she was so much more sane in comparison.

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