Post by Sanctimonious Asshat on Jul 1, 2017 3:54:08 GMT -5
Sanctimonious Asshat
Powerlevel: 58,000
Namek, many who had visited consider it one of the, if not the, most serene planets in the entire galaxy. The soft, sweet, mildly tampered atmosphere only greater accenting the lush empty blue fields of grass and Ajissa Trees. This was Sanctimonious Asshat's home, the planet and land he was born and trained to protect. Like his father and fathers before him, while it was far from the truth, the namekian felt it was his duty alone to protect his brothers from the threat of the reds.
It was like any other week for the namekian, his training was following suit with his brothers, all of theme keeping in their peak condition should a war rise amidst them and the red namekians. His training partner was a namekian about his age named Cargo. This namekian had been his sparring partner for years now.
"It has been quite a while, hasn't it Sanctimonious Asshat. Since we first began our training years ago and since that day you were leaps and bounds ahead of me, it was actually terrifying at first, hell even now I find my self shaking at your ability."
The namekian spoke to Sanctimonious Asshat, their spar drawing out before an older, better trained namekian had to stop the two, obvious strain on Cargo's body from the extent Sanctimonious Asshat was pushing him. His body marred with bruises and his muscles drawn to their ends of pressure.
"Perhaps it is time you see the Lord Guru, he can fully unleash your potential, and move you up into the next class of your training."
The instructor guided Sanctimonious Asshat to the large building sitting on the hill, far above the training grounds of the Warrior Caste. inside sat the Guru, wise man and spiritual leader of the Namekian people, at least the green ones. Sanctimonious Asshat stepped inside, keeping his head low in respect to the elder namekian who spoke, his raspy voice echoing through the room.
"Come my child, I can feel great power with in you, compressed beneath blocked potential. Let me draw it out for you."
Sanctimonious Asshat made his way to the elder namekian, feeling the shriveled hand against his forehead as the Guru entered his mind, scaving through his memories and experiences. Visions of Sanctimonious Asshat's past flashed before his eyes, his promise to his father and his aim to carry on that promise. It almost brought a tear to his eye thinking of it, but at the same time it filled him with pride, with compassion.
"My you have quite the past child, your experiences many for one so young. With your newfound power, take to the skies of Namek and ensure the safety of your brothers."
The Guru said these last words before removing his hand from Sanctimonious Asshat's head, the energy shooting through him almost rampantly, but flaring his aura uncontrollably. The power was addictive, but reassuring... Carnal and yet compassionate. Turning back to the entrance, he made his way out, ready to proceed with his training and find the greater extent of this newfound power.
