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Supporter🌟 Character Sheet Character Page I have nothing to say. Dain Sincara •	Post by Dain Sincara on Feb 23, 2019 8:16:42 GMT -5 The Saiya-Jin had always loved fighting tournaments. It combined his two of his main passions; fighting and money. Of course he had long out grown the human tournaments. With a powerlevel between five and two hundred, it was rarely worth even getting up for. The last time he had bet a general for two million zeni he could win the tournament, sitting on both his hands and without moving a finger. He simply sat in the middle of the ring and powered up a bit, blowing every contestant out of the ring. Of course he had been in trouble when in the finals he suddenly was up against a twelve hundred pound ogre. He had to go super and all out, destroying half the ring in the process. Even then he only won because the ogre slipped on a lose tile and fell on the back of his head, knocking himself unconscious. He had won the bet, but had been forbidden to join that particular tournament ever again. In fact he had been forbidden to join from most Earthly tournaments. It was fine in a way. On board the Atrioch he had an entire storage room full of trophies, he was ashamed to show anyone because they were from Earth. The real trophies he was proud of were from planets like Sadia or New Vegas. Recently he had gained a new interest in the Earth though. Ever since Dain and Sly took over the Ravagers, they were on the look out for more recruits and Earth turned out to be quite a treasure trove. Sure their fighters were not optimal, aside from a few real diamonds, but they made excellent captains and leaders. So Dain had used a bit of his own money to setup regular weekly tournaments in South City. It was a good trick to flush out potential recruits. Now he did not participate all of them, but sometimes he got a call from a the organization if a possible interesting candidate came by. Today was certainly special though. As he was sitting on board his flagship the Atrioch he got not one, not two, not three, but in fact nine times a call that another interesting fighter had joined. It was enough to get curious and Dain had used the transporter on board the Atrioch to quickly get to the arena. As usual it was already completely packed. Ever since getting the financial injection of Dain, raising the price money to a hundred million zeni, things had gotten really interesting. Funnily enough with tv rights, food and ticket prices and registration money, he was actually making a profit. Who knew! Of course Dain could have simply walked through and join the tournament as a VIP, but that was not how he operated. For one he preferred not standing in the lime light, for the other he liked fighting too much. So he got in line for the preliminaries. Or actually the phase before that. With as much price money as they were offering, so many people tried to join, they had to use another filter. It was actually a quite easy step. You just had to punch a machine which measure speed, angle and raw power. “Hi there. My name is Dain.” He said as he took place next to a male guy, extending his hand friendly. From all the people here, Dain had gotten a feeling about him, so he had taken a place next to the man with blond hair. “Can you believe it? One hundred million Zeni. It is enough to get your blood curling.” He continued with a grin, allowing his tail to wriggle a bit in anticipation. Especially when he suddenly realized that if he won the tournament, it would be a double profit. Bento \| Word Count: 633 \| Total Word Count: 633
	The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of others, but rather those who win the battles nobody knows about.
What is your price? Posted Feb 23, 2019 8:16:42 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Supporter🌟 Character Sheet Character Page I have nothing to say. Bento •	Post by Bento on Feb 24, 2019 5:54:16 GMT -5 It was a rather uneventful morning at the Bokusa residence, Bento was lazing about watching the T.V. while Kurimu was cooking a lunch for Keki, Bento, and herself. The three planned on going out for a picnic on the beach for some swimming exercises and lessons, when Keki ran into the house, “Bento! Kurimu! Look at this! They are having a tournament and the prize money is 100 million zeni!” The two immediately drop what they are doing and rush over to the front door of the home to see the poster Keki is holding in her hands. “It’s over in South City, if we fly there we can just make it in time but we need to leave now.” The three look between each other, both girl focusing on Bento. Bento shrugs looking to the two of them, “You know as well as I, I can’t fly. One of you is going to have to carry me there.” He then looks back into the kitchen at Kurimu’s cooking with a sigh. Kurimu nods tapping her chin, “Well, we need the money and between the three of us, Benny and I are most likely to win. You wouldn’t mind sitting this one out and finishing lunches for us would you Keki?” She looks to Bento with a grin, “So, I can just carry you there!” For once she was thinking about something other than both fighting and food. Keki nods with a sigh of relief, “I’d prefer sitting this one out given last time all three of us nearly got kicked out for my magic.” Keki heads into the kitchen with a bit of a skip in her step swirling her finger in the air as the food began to magically cook and prepare itself to as per her command. “You two should hurry then before they close the pre-lims.” Bento and Kurimu bolt out the door, Bento grabbing his gi and gloves and Kurimu wagging her shining white tail. Hugging Bento from behind, her arm under his own she lifts him off the ground with relative ease. Bento still not used to ever being carried in such a way keeps his eyes away from looking at the ground beneath them. Kurimu starts at a rather slow pace holding onto Bento almost like she was just cuddling into his back. Bento noticing they weren’t nearly going fast enough taps her hand, “Kuri, we are in a hurry remember? We gotta go fast!” Kurimu blushes at the thought, even though Bento couldn’t see her face at all, remembering what she was supposed to do. “Oh yeah, hold on tight Benny.” An aura of snow white ki matching her hair forms around the two as she speeds off to the south. About 10 minutes pass and the two are arriving in South City at the tournament organizers office outside the arena. “Ok, put me down, I’m done flying today.” Bento was squirming in her arms looking a little pale as he tries to break free of her grip. Kurimu, trying to hold onto him as well as land, squeezed him tighter. “Hey! W-wait a minute. Stop or-” They were still a good 10 meters in the air when her grasp on Bento slipped, their commotion lead to a lot of other contestants confusingly staring and shocked at the girl carrying a boy while also flying in mid-air only becoming more panicked when suddenly she dropped him. Bento despite being dropped twisted himself around in the air to land on her feet and stumble around towards a bush. Unable to keep his stomach straight, he couldn’t help but lose his lunch. Kurimu floats down and rubs his back softly. “Sorry about that Benny, I won’t go as fast next time.” Bento nods rubbing his stomach as the two approach the kiosk, “Are pre-lims still open?” The clerk thoroughly confused from what she just witnessed nods and points to a doorway leading into the arena commons where they were doing the punch machine test. “I need to sit a moment, you go get in line.” Kurimu nods and heads off to stand in line. After a few minutes of recovery from his flight, another fighter comes and sits next to Bento. Introducing himself as Dain, Bento figures he will be a good opponent. “Bento Bokusa, nice to meet you.” He commented on how the prize money was a lot. “Oh yeah, which that much money I might be able to feed Kurimu for a year.” He chuckles knowing that both him and her eat about the same amount of food. Seconds later, a few of the participants in the line to the punching test seemingly leave for no discernable reason until Kurimu runs up all giddy and hugs Bento. “Benny, I got a 863. It’s was four times what anyone else got they said!” Kurimu turns to Dain, her dark red eyes staring at him inquisitively as her white saiyan tail flicked about happily. Words: 842

What is your price? Posted Feb 24, 2019 5:54:16 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Supporter🌟 Character Sheet Character Page I have nothing to say. Dain Sincara •	Post by Dain Sincara on Feb 24, 2019 7:02:43 GMT -5 That comment actually did not make much sense. He knew humans could eat quite a bit. Compared to Namekians they were true gluttons. Even for a sumo wrestler though it would have been a lot. So either the boy was making a joke or it did not make sense. Until a white haired Saiya-Jin came up to them. “Ah now it makes sense.” He said with a thundering laugh, knowing all too well the appetite of the Saiya-Jin. “Well that is a Saiya-Jin female for you.” He said with a grin, just as she mentioned the punching score she made. In a reflex his tail moved and slapped her, like a happy high five. “Wow, sweet! Let me give it a try.” He said with a grin as he jumped on his feet and made his way to the machine. Of course he had to be careful. He did not want to appear as the top competitor after all. So he took his stance in front of the machine, focused and punched. A soft love tap so to speak. A moment later the machine came to live with a soft humming sound and the numbers began to spin on the display. “INCREDIBLE! A THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE!” The announcer bellowed into the microphone, but Dain was not even paying attention anymore. He was deep in thought about the white haired Saiya-Jin. Not only was she cute and beautiful, she was also unique. In his eleven centuries he had never seen a Saiya-Jin with white hair and tail. He had seen plenty of half breeds, but never had he seen a white tail. Their brown wriggling arm was a trade mark of their race. Absentmindedly he simply walked to the convenience stand, grabbed whatever was in sight and made his way back to the man he just met. Of course the new clerk came hollering out, screaming something about not paying. The old merchant at the stand though quickly pulled him back by the collar though. He had this discussion before with the stand owner and obviously Dain won. Of course Dain had simply ended up buying the stand and paying for wares indefinitely. Perhaps it was a Pyhrric victory… but a victory nonetheless. “Three hundred something. Not too shabby.” He said with a grin as he threw a hotdog to the girl and one to Bento. “You should probably give it a whirl, I heard they are closing the preliminaries in fifteen minutes.” He said absentmindedly as he stared back directly at the Saiya-Jin woman. “Sorry, my name is Dain Sincara. What is your name?” He asked with a grin on his face as he extended his hand to shake it. He was not actually interested in the hand shake though. Dain was more interested in her hands. When he arrived he had already taken a good look at Bento. The man was a born fighter, solid muscles and a good build. With the girl he was however unsure. Sure, she packed quite a punch if she was able to score above eight hundred, but he found her cuter then he found her admirable and his gut was usually right about such things. “So how did you do?” Dain asked as Bento returned. Bento \| Word Count: 633 \| Total Word Count: 633 + 553 = 1,186
	The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of others, but rather those who win the battles nobody knows about.
What is your price? Posted Feb 24, 2019 7:02:43 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Supporter🌟 Character Sheet Character Page I have nothing to say. Bento •	Post by Bento on Feb 24, 2019 23:56:17 GMT -5 Kurimu’s tail flinches at the sudden touch Dain’s before it sheepishly tucks away under her tunic and around her waist instinctively. “You have a tail too? Does that mean you are a Saiyan like me?” She looked curious but also a little flustered from having the stranger touching her tail unexpectedly. Bento looks between the two as Dain gives Kurimu a tail high-five. “No, we just met.” As he walks off to go and test on the punching machine, Bento pays close attention to his form highly suspicious of his performance. To Kurimu, Bento whispers, “There is something off about that guy.” He was able to tell something was weird about a punch like that but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Kurimu sits next to him and giggles. “Don’t worry Benny. I can beat him and it’ll be us in the finals as usual.” When he returns with some hot dogs handing one to each of the kids, Kurimu’s face lights up with a smile as she wolfs down her hot dog. Bento remembers he has yet to take the test, “You’re right I’ll be right back.” As he stands up Kurimu sneakingly uses her tail to swipe his hotdog from him. Bento rushes over to the machine as Kurimu eats all of his hot dog. Bento stands in your average Out-Boxer stance, within the blink of an eye the number on the machine jumps from 0 to 179 despite it looking as though Bento hardly moved. The operator a little confused having not even seen the speed of the punch goes to reset the machine and have him try again but with the high speed shudder camera turned on this time. Bento rolls his eyes and gets back in his stance this time just placing his fist an inch away from the machine. With a twitch of his arm he punches a 163 before returning to Kurimu. Kurimu giggles and pats the seat next to her for him to sit down, “I almost didn’t see that first one Benny.” As Dain introduces himself to Kurimu she simply nods, “I’m Kurimu Kings, nice to meet you.” With a last name like that it was clear that she was at least a half-blood which may explain her dark red eyes and snow white hair and paler skin, as some humans have this same condition of melanin deficiency. She shyly shakes his hand, while she wasn’t as built as Bento her saiyan heritage left her to be a well toned and strong fighter. Bento sits next to her looking around for the hot dog he thought he set down around here with a confused look on his face. While Kurimu turned back to continue her conversation with Dain, Bento was left to look all over for his hot dog resolving with a sigh that Kurimu probably ate it. The announcer stands on a stool on one end of the commons to call out to all the fighters, he had brought out the brackets for the prelims and the Knockout ladder. Kurimu jumps to her feet grabbing Bento’s hand and suddenly dragging him to the boards to see where they were seeded. “Hurry up Benny. We gotta see if we made it!” Bento is jerked along to the seeding ladder and looks it over finding both of their names. Of course Kurimu had been the number 1 seed after a test like the one she got, Bento was seeded as number 6. The two were on opposite sides of the bracket. Kurimu grew a massive grin on her face hugging Bento, “See I told you we were going to fight in the finals.” Bento notices that the stranger from before was seeded 4th and was likely to go against her in the semifinals. The announcer stated that round 1 would begin in 5 minutes and all fighters should had to their respective rings as the tournament had now started. As expected from Kurimu her first opponent was easily knocked out within a single punch and was going to have to wait a while before round 2. Bento’s match was similar only he had cause his opponent to ring out with a trip. On their way back into the commons, Keki was seen flying down to them holding their basket lunch. “Wow guys, done already?” She barely has time to land before Kurimu jumps up to hug her best friend. “You missed it.” Kurimu exclaimed, “The fight was over in one punch, these guys don’t stand a chance.” The two landed together and Kurimu lead Keki over to a corner of the commons for the three to talk and eat lunch. Bento happy that some food arrived finally got to each a sandwich the girls made earlier. Keki smiled and sat on the other side of Bento, “So I saw you both are going to the finals, right?” She smiled sweetly at Bento as she takes a napkin to wipe some food from his cheek. Bento brushes his face where she wiped, “Well that’s the plan, then we get the money guaranteed.” He tries to return to his sandwich glancing around the commons as a few of the other competitors that won their matches return. Kurimu notices what Keki was trying to do and moves closer to Bento with chopsticks holding a ball of noodles, “You need to eat so you can beat your half then.” Without even giving him a moment she pushes the noodles into his mouth with her chopsticks. The two girls shoot each other a look of what one may call a long standing rivalry. Bento coughs and gags as he tries to swallow so he can speak. Choking down the food they all hear the announcer for the 2nd round, “Gah-I can take care of myself, thanks.” He pats the both of them on the head as he stands up to get ready for the second round. Kurimu stands up too ready to get onto the next round with a smile to both Bento and Keki. Keki sighes and nods with a smile, “I’ll keep the food warm for you when you get back.” Using her magic she was able to keep a small contained fire around some of the pots of food as the two head off to the second round. As the tournament continues, Kurimu’s rounds all seem to go the same as the last, perhaps even getting shorter securing her spot in the semifinals. Bento’s however were a different story, after the second round he was left to challenge the 3rd, and 5th seeds all potentially stronger than him. Despite taking a few nasty hits in his rounds, he was able to snatch both victories from them with measured and calculated strikes. His spot in the Semifinals was left against some weird snake man-thing. While Kurimu’s opponent was yet to be determined between Dain and some other guy. Words: 1174 Total: 2016

What is your price? Posted Feb 24, 2019 23:56:17 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Supporter🌟 Character Sheet Character Page I have nothing to say. Dain Sincara •	Post by Dain Sincara on Feb 25, 2019 5:28:13 GMT -5 Dain chuckled as he saw her response to the tail high five. When he was still a rookie soldier he had been the same. Every touch of his tail had sent shivers down his tail. With time though he had to learn to control it. High fives were the least he could on a daily bases. Aside from games of tug of war and tail wrestling, it was not uncommon for a sleeping rookie soldier to be sudden dragged from the mud as he slept and hung up from the flag post or any high tree by the tail. “Yeah I am and it is nice to meet another `proper´ Saiya-Jin.” He said with a gentle smile as he nodded to her tail. The fact that she was most likely a half Saiya-Jin did not matter to him one bit. What was important to him was that she still carried a tail. In his eyes it was the pride of his people. Of course nowadays it was no longer relevant, with super Saiya-Jin and all. So most did opt not to put it back. Yet Dain remembered the times before even Goku and Vegeta -well his memory diaries did- and their tails were the source of their pride and strength. He hated it that the current generation of Saiya-Jin had forgotten that apparently. What followed next though gave him hope. She actually swiped the hot dog from the other boy with her tail. That took practice and he should know. It took him months to control it enough to be able to help him stuff his face quicker and years before he learned to use it well enough to control a fork. Just in case of higher company. “Nice!” Dain said with a grin as Bento returned, both to the swiping of the hot dog and the punch of the boy. It had been a fast punch indeed and he was not surprised the regular humans here could not see it. “Well it has been a pleasure to meet you indeed. I will see you two in the ring.” Dain said with a grin as he shakes her hand and softly squeezes it. “It has been a pleasure.” He said as he bowed towards the two, his gaze resting upon Kurimu though. Mostly to hide the fact though that his interest mostly went out to the boy. Professionally at least. If he were to take one out for dinner, it would definitely be the girl by default, but his interest had been piqued by Bento. Although the boy scored much lower then him and Kurimu, he had no doubt he was the better fighter. He could tell from the hands. It was hard to explain, but his gut told him he got so strong from endless hours of training, whereas he believed the girl relied a bit more upon her Saiya-Jin heritage and natural talent. Of course he could be completely wrong. In any case Dain had done his scouting and made his way to a small building at the center of the compound. It was where the organization was located. He completely ignored the security guards, simply shoving them aside as they tried to stop him and entered. To his dismay he was on the second bracket and Kurimu and Bento where on the first. That simply would not do. He stood there for a while thinking, ignoring everyone who was screaming at him and trying to remove him from the compound. Until he finally had an idea, bowed to apologize, mumbled something about not finding the bathroom and then moving out of the building resolutely. Once in the corridor he pulled out a small phone and made a quick phone call. The AI on board the Atrioch -his Flagship- quickly responded and agreed to help him. Through several channels and identities, a few phone calls were made and just before the roster was declared the organization got a call. From the hallway Dain could hear their dismay, much to his satisfaction, but in the end could not stop it. If the person who sponsored the whole deal called to request a change, there was little they could do. So he could not help but smile as he walked onto the gathering place, just as the roster was announced and as he had wished, Kurimu had been placed in his bracket. This way he could fight her first and then he could fight the human called Bento. If things went according to plan at least. It would not be the first time he would be surprised, but he was confident enough in his own abilities to know it for a fact. Just in case though, the arena managers were busy upgrading the shields and drawing more power from the city, just in case. It was what he ordered. As much as the shields were capable of handling, he had a gut feeling that they would need more against this Kurimu and Bento. As the fighting progressed he watched everything like a hawk. He watched as Kurimu relied on the brunt of her power to deal with the matches, while Bento showed a resilience and fighting skill, that actually managed to impress Dain. Of course he did not forget why he was here in the first place. Despite losing their match against Bento, he did offer the third, second, fifth and eight bracket slot a position as captain of the ravagers. So far the first three declined, but the eight agreed. So for Dain the day could already be labeled a success. Not to mention the fact that he convinced three more from the top 10-20 to join him on the Neo Gete Star and shanghaied quite a few of the remaining fighters to serve on board the Ravager ship. -Fun little fact. When signing up, you were also allowing the Ravagers to recruit you as a grunt if you lost in the first round. Of course that was quite common practice. What the fine print actually said was that those unable to reply negatively, were counted as a yes. So all fighters that got knocked out, were automatically drafted into service.- His own fights were nothing extraordinary though. Albeit he did his best not to make them end to quickly. As a Saiya-Jin he loved playing with his food and he drew his fights out long enough to make them double at the very least as a bit of training. Using technique and speed, rather then any strength he forced his way through the matches, until the quarter finals. He had just witness Kurimu take care of her opponent with ease and was already looking forward to the match. His opponent was by no means weak or badly trained, but Dain made quick work of him as well. Mimicking the girls style, he simply slapped his charging opponent away and into the wall. “I will see you in the semi finals.” He said with a grin as he walked past the girl. Next was the match between Bento and the snake like guy. It was the number two runner up, having scored almost as much as Kurimu, with 769. Regardless of who won, Dain would want to recruit the loser anyway, but he hoped Bento would win. Seeing him fight… it was fun and the Saiya-Jin could only imagine what would happen if the man continued to train. Luckily Bento made it to the finals and as with all contestants who made it there, was offered a senzu bean, by the organization. Dain had provided them, to make sure the fighters in the final were in peak performance and the crowd would get a good show. Then it was finally time. Him and Kurimu were summoned to the arena. With a confidant smile on his face, Dain walked past the Saiya-Jin girl. “I would suggest you´d get a bit more serious this round.” He continued with a grin, resisting the urge to slap her on the butt with his tail. Sure an enraged Kurimu would be fun to fight, but he wanted to see her in her natural state. Once both fighters had taken their place in the ring, the shields were activated and a moment later the referee declared the fight to begin. “Goodluck.” Was all Dain said as he bowed, before taking a fighting stance and summoning a fraction of his power. As his black KI began to leak out and form a KI-flame, the arena trembled a bit. His power soaring up to roughly twenty five thousand, keeping some power in reserve. “Your move Kurimu.” He said with a grin as he signaled her with hand gestures to come at him, just as his tail slammed into the ground, cracking the tiles where it hit. Bento \| Word Count: 1,480 \| Total Word Count: 1,186 + 1,480 = 2,666
	The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of others, but rather those who win the battles nobody knows about.
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Supporter🌟 Character Sheet Character Page I have nothing to say. Dain Sincara •	Post by Dain Sincara on Mar 10, 2019 18:40:47 GMT -5 Sadly for them and probably the tournament, the match would not get underway. Or perhaps it was for the best? It would have been quite a show, but the power drainage would be incredible. Last time he had used a fraction of his power and then accidentally missed, the shields drainage caused a black out that lasted for several hours in the nearby city. Which of course the tournament organist was blamed for. Of course nobody knew it was him, but it still hurt to be blamed. Even if indirectly. And if justly. He had been to cheap to buy proper generators, convinced that nobody strong enough to use them would ever show up. Sadly he had been wrong. So why did the fight not continue? Simple. Just as Dain was about to begin, he received a message the Gete Star was under attack by a rogue group of Tuffles who wanted the technology for themselves. Of course the battle would be easily won, but just in case it was deemed advantageous of he and his flagship returned. With his new Greased Dark Light engines he might just be able to get there in time. “I am sorry, but I have to forfeit.” Dain said with an apolegetic grin, before his foe could jump into action. The next moment he summoned his ship and received word that within two minutes it would be in range to pick him up. Hmmm two minutes… enough to give them a show at least… He thought to himself, before his grin returned. “However Kurima, to show you I am not withdrawing out of fear, let me show you what I can truly do.” Dain said as he closed his eyes and for a moment everything seemed to slow down. The crowd turning silent as if they collectively knew what was about to happen. The air around Dain looked almost serene for a moment as he opened his eyes. A moment of calmness as the Saiya-Jin relaxed and exhaled briefly. All the tension vanished from his body as he witnessed his surroundings. In that brief moment he could see everything, from the biggest objects, to the small particles of dust floating around. A moment of true peace, something only the great masters of their era knew. To completely relax, be one with their own senses and body. He could feel his own heartbeat, the pulsating veins in his arms and the warm tingling in his fingers. “Okay, here we go!” He said as he inhaled and tensed his muscles. Instantly black KI began to seep from his body, like a thick black mist. A few veins popped up on his chest and his breathing turned into a soft grunt. The air around him began to vibrate, trembling as if the air itself was heating up around him. At first it seeped around him like a true black mist, before it began to form into a swirling aura around him. The black KI lit up like a thousand light bulbs on a gigantic Christmas tree and a gush of wind spread through the area. A few veins popped up on his arms and a soft growl escaped his lips as he summoned his natural power to the absolute maximum. Of course that alone was enough to make most people run screaming. His long brown hair swayed softly in the air and his brown robe fluttered around him. He mutter to himself with a pleasant smile as he looked at his own hands and the power he could feel rushing from them. Of course that was not even a fraction of his power. His race had a truly frightening part to it. The ability to transform into a far more powerful form. With a soft grunt he clenched his fists, grounded his teeth and dug deeper. Inside him a flicker of a flame could be found. He extended his senses beyond his body, reaching deeper inside and embraced the flame. As he grabbed it, he drew it out, feeding it so to speak and in an instant the small flickering flame turned into a golden fire storm. His black hair turned upwards and golden, as his pupils turned color. His muscles swell up like balloons and his power increased dramatically. The light that was released from him, blinding for a moment and as he appeared from it, he stood there in his super Saiya-Jin form. His very skin pulsing and radiating with a golden glow and a bright golden aura fluttering around him. Astonishingly enough to know though was that when he first achieved this form, his max stood at three hundred thousand. A tremendous power, now out shadowed by his natural ability. Though with his natural ability grown this much, his true power stood at a new pedestal. Towering at one point five million, his power easily outshone the gods in the universe. He stood there, his arms crossed, a cocky grin on his face, like a true golden god. Maybe there were a few beings out there that could match him. He wondered though for how much longer, especially knowing a simple fact. Surprisingly, this was not even his full power. Then it was time for the final step. “T-HIS IS T-TO - TO GO BE-Y-YOND!!!” He said as he clenched his hands once more, digging his finger nails deep into his flesh. Small droplets of blood swelled up from the broken skin and signals of pain were send to his brain. Yet before they could reach his brain, completely overruled by his single desire for power. Every bit of his being searched for the power that slept deep within him. Even if he could transform at will, transforming to his maximum was quite a bit different. Blue thunder began to strike around him as his golden energy swell up to incredible new heights. His feet dug even deeper into the ground and as a scream left his mouth, a tidal wave of golden energy washed over him, engulfing anything in it´s path. His already impeccable muscles swell up even more and he actually grew a few inches. His stomach muscles popped out one by one, till your could grind wheat on it. The gray robe tore to shreds under his continues and the remains flew off into the distance. His hair spiked up even more and then everything started to convolute around him. Dust, light, wind, rain, anything near him got sucked into him as if he was the only source of gravity. His body began to pulse with a golden light and then he unleashed it all in a final gigantic scream. A light so bright it outshone the sun for a moment was released from Dain and then he stood there. His body converted into his lightning form. The air around him vibrant with pure golden energy and blue lightning. A serene look rested in his purely white eyes, aside from a few bolts of lightning burning in his eyes. “So this is me at my natural maximum.” He said with a grin as he glanced over his own form. Every time he transformed it seems he got stronger again and his form got more perfect. Now there was only one thing left to do. It was the part he had hated at first, but now that he was used to it, he loved it. The pressure this technique put on his body, the way it tensed up his muscles… it was akin to a feeling comparable to reaching a certain high point with a lady. There was just something about reaching the pinnacle of one own power. For a final time he clenched his fist and focused. “To Unleash it all!!!” He bellowed, before his power exploded like a volcano around him. His golden aura turned a deep red and veins popped up all over his forehead, arms, legs and stomach. The air around him deforming as his power reached it´s peak well above ten million. “This is what I can truly do, Kurima… and Bento…” He said with a deep grin, surrounded by his red and golden aura, completed with a storm of blue lightning crackling around him. The floor beneath him had been returned to a royal crater and the crowd completely turned silent. In fact without the shields most would have been completely blown away. To his satisfaction though he saw the shields had held, even if they were glowing red hot and flickering at times. -What he did not know was that not only the neighboring city, but the entire country side had just suffered a major, catastrophic and cascading black out. “Now I recognize you both have amazing potential and tremendous power. So continue to train, so that next time you meet we could have a proper spar.” He said with his usual cocky grin, before powering down and vanishing from the arena, his ship teleporting him aboard. “Okay let´s test this new engine.” He said the moment he appeared on the ship and the next moment he felt his ship starting to accelerate. He took a moment to adjust himself, stabilize and then continue to dash towards the captains room. Not only did it have the most comfortable chair, it also had the best view and it was so rare for him to actually engage in space battles. Word Count: 1,578 \| Total Word Count: 2,666 + 1,578 = 4,244
	The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of others, but rather those who win the battles nobody knows about.
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