Ancient Bookshelves; Ancient Lives [Ayumu/Closed]

"Myello! I saw that you have been peeking at the nearby stories that were located in the racks of the bookstore!" Ayumu spoke with a brilliant smile as he had always been one to tease people with original remarks about the old books.
Yet seeing that it was a father, assumingly so a rather young one too, he didn't give it as much of thought as he had done before, something just clacked inside of himself as he manifested a few small birds of energy and send them forwards to greet the little girl, a few red-breasted grosbeaks that made their way to the child to give a few chirps that upon inspection were fake but made by a memory of a loving summer adventure.

"If i may interest you in a few books, we have the original ones in a leather bound version, but we also have the original digital versions written way back in the day, alas, those were a little less popular!" The man spoke, joking taking out a few books of his own origin, including one that was called a little strangely. "Everything I have expierienced in a life without limitations. Volume VII Dragon Balls." the man then spoke as he looked at the book that he had taken out, a sad look on his own face as he couldn't help but feel the memories come back from the past as he took a soft breath. "Buddy, you willing to take a walk with me if i can give you some information on the writer of these books? If you wouldn't mind. i can give that kid of yours a little treat on the way there too, it is just."

His eyes would have made contact with the man, but the scar caught his attention as he would divert his eyes, clutching the sides of his white wife beater tightly, a large balled fist showing that he wasn't preparing to strike the man but to show that he was trying to process something as he then opened his mouth. "I just feel like it isn't right to let a fan go without finishing something you know!" his frustration soon turning into a smile as he then held the seventh installment and made his way outside, meaning that unless this man spoke back towards him, he may have lost the chance to read the middle missing installment that was refrenced oh so often.
The birds themselves? They seemed to be leading the kid over to, in the case the man needed a little push or assistance.

WC:429

As Ayumu was busy paying for ice cream cones in a bowl, not wanting any of the kids to drop them.
He didn't care if they ordered something big or expensive, he would simply pay for it as he took out his own little log book and a few ancient logs that had gotten into his collection. "Ayumu, Ayumu Hope, Writer of these books."
Taking out the dragon ball version of the book that wasn't realized to the market and letting him skim it quickly so that he would know that the person who wrote it was the same as the previous novels albeit it had a bit more of a serious tone.
As if the book wasn't trying to share the information on existance of the dragonballs but instead was trying to share the information that everything could be a lethal issue if they became a common occurance.
"If you look in the back of this original copy, i used to write my name into the cover as a way to mark which version was the original one but i didn't want the population to chase after me.
Which is why i had a small collection of pay receipts and transaction fees to prove it accordingly..."

Before he would then take the book back with a firm sigh. "You seem to be a big fan, how are the books going right now? Is it right that the people of the best that were once super strong became the weak little noodles of this era?"
Simply fumbling with his hands as he made sure to put his own wallet back into his pocket, his mind still controlling the birds as he gave them a basic instinct of affection and wonder, one of them even making their way to the human hybrid.
Slowly pecking at their face as the man then spoke contently in a follow-up "So, What is your plan? Do you wish to get a bit stronger? Because i am needing a little partner to get myself up to snuff again you know."

WC:344

Smiling towards the child, Ayumu couldn't help but have his face turn into a gentle smile as he manifested a small hand of energy that went towards the back of the stall as it grasped a few sprinkles from a large box, lifting them up and dropping them carefully as he sprinkled them onto the ice cream treat.

"Well, Training begins with the first step." The man spoke as he then thought to himself, knowing exactly how to make things interesting as he threw the boy his copy of the dragonball book, The only one in existance to his knowledge. "That book is the only forbidden and hidden version of his book, as you may notice it is numbered in an unique way." Before the man then took out a small box of matches and ignited one as he then flicked it forwards to the book, giving the boy enough time to react to stop it.

"Now, i am going to be blunt here, there is going to be an actual danger on if you manage to mess up." A pair of hands of energy snatching the ice cream and kid as a few small collection of birds carried her upwards from beneath, letting her ride on a bird almost the size of a small bird that would sit on the top of the cart that was nearby, the stall that now had a stand it seemed!

A few more matches would be flung from Ayumu his hands towards the book before he would then take a swift step in to raise his own body in a spinning motion, attempting to kick at the chin of the young man that had been given the chance to protect the book, it wasn't much that he had been doing in the nearby vacinity of this bookstore.
No people except for the stall owner who couldn't be bothered in what these maniacs did in the front of his store as long as they kept it clean and paid for their wares that they used.
Yet above all, there was something else that had been going on with Ayumu his body, a small shimmer of energy that started to spread it as he was giving the man a chance to get himself going first.

There was absolutely no joy in making somebody fight without having a good set of morals and a good set of rules put down first, so when he made this a street fight? He had to make a way for him to win.
The man then proclaiming with a hand rather proudly. "If you can manage to strike me five times, you are allowed to read the book and then take notes as much as you want, if you fail to deal five blows before i knock you down to your knees.
Hoo boy, i am going to set fire to my final book that hasn't been given out to the public, i will make sure that nobody in this world will get to read it."

WC 506

Using a few energy hands to let the Hybrid get the first strike, Ayumu couldn't help but feel amazed at how fast he was on his feet, the quick solution that had come upon the scenario as he would have manifested a few hands as he felt the blow sink into his side, digging deep into the flesh as he groaned a little before taking a soft breath, letting the energy that he was manipulating, the belts unbuckled and removed to have the final kid located near the stand once again before the man would take a few steps forwards, this time more firmly and stronger as his energy flared up.

"Long range is my forte, but there is a certain thing that everybody seems to forget about us humans." Visions appearing in his own eyes, the visions of people who had been working their lives to archieve greater heights gave them one final trick.
One trick that he had to seemingly make do with as he raised his hand towards the opponent that stood before himself, knowing full well that it wasn't going to be an easily scenario. "Ten percent isn't enough." The one raised finger that he held upwards turning into four as he had his powerlevel spike upwards, building up violently as he then smirked calmly.
Everybody had a goal, everybody had a fight that they required to win, but at this point Ayumu had to give this man a bit of confidence in his own battle style, in his own tactics.
How would he do this without forming a challenge that would force this man to step back and think what he would perform.

Yet he wouldn't give the man time, this entire ordeal having occured in a short span of time to give him the least amount of time, from him turning, speaking and raising four fingers, it didn't take long for him to dash forwards with his hands balled into fists that were prepared to go in for more than just a battle.
They were coming in with killing intent aimed only towards the parent of these kids as the man had a pained expression, throwing a feint towards the face to catch him off guard before raising his body upwards for a knee strike into the stomach only to extend into a kick with his body spinning sideways to knock him backwards. "Come on father! Dodge, Block or stop me! Make your kids proud of you!" He spoke with his eyes stopping that solemn and sad look, remembering how people had died in the past from their horrendous mistakes and playing on the battlefield.

What stood before him in his eyes wasn't just a hybrid.
It wasn't just a saiyan.
He didn't know what he was, he didn't care, but before himself he couldn't help but see somebody that was surrounded by a brilliant aura, standing atop a mountain of corpses, something that he couldn't let happen.
He was going to create the strongest defenders of earth.

WC: 504
PL: 5,000 (1250x4)

Ayumu himself was put in an interesting predicament as he would manifest hands as he fired the blasts that were raining upon the surrounding areas, a few hits coming in on him as he mentally counted them and sighed towards himself, knowing that it was once again set to this again.
It wasn't just a case of him having to defend against a few blows, no, of course it had to be just a single blow at this point as the man would broaden his own body, Showing just how much strength he had proclaimed to possess.

"You are trying to rush me down." Ayumu proclaimed, as if trying to read what this mass of concentrated fury was attempting to do, seeing that he had suffered greatly from the amount of damage that was done.
As if he was actually hurt from that knee and kick, it wasn't unusual, but above all it showed him that he lacked the basic foundation training of his muscles as his body probably didn't tense upon the impact to give him that nice little defensive posture that was required.
But his fighting stance wasn't too bad, full of openings for if he wanted to give him a good whack, but at the same time it was a great chance for him to teach the man something about the opening that was remaining before himself.

"Haaaaaa~" He spoke contently as the hands that had surrounded him started to slowly materialize more and more in the vacinity before he would bring his own palm forwards, energy starting to spike within as he gauged the energy he needed to make this as true as possible, to make this as impactfull as possible.
Increasing the amount of energy that was radiated subconsciously using a few tricky techniques, their power wasn't as impressive as it felt as the man would aim it forwards towards the man, projectiles that were thrown before hand that did not get caught by the wall of hands that were being materialized fading out near it as it continiously bubbled upwards and increased in thickness.

Killing instinct, A golden aura that resembled a skull as it compressed in one soft wave towards the base of the wrist and upwards to the palm as it lit up entirely in a beautifull gold as the man then pulled his hand back and roared forwards. "It is time for you to expierience why strength is subjective, even when you are facing a giant!" As he waited untill the final moment of his little plan before then stepping to the side and reducing his power level in general for everything except of his arm to a mere fourth.
Back to that small little bundle of energy as he was planning to sink his palm into the hybrid his stomach as far as possible to make him upchuck his breakfast and possibly the dinner from yesterday.
Although this left one huge opening, one that if Celmaru paid attention would find.

If the strike were to go through, his back would be open for a few hits...!

WC:516

As Ayumu saw that he was seperated from himself, the old man having taken a step backwards to let his energy slowly formulate in his body as he caught his hands forwards.
He was going to give up on letting this boy expierience loss, instead he was going to let him expierience something else at this moment in his life as the man struck the bolt with his palms as sweat started to form on his forehead as he kept trying to clutch it painfully, feeling that the energy was starting to become too much.

"Little boy! You haven't told me your names yet you little..." Swallowing his words as he was about to say Little shit towards the man, knowing full well that kids were looking with determination and a sense of pride towards their father for even being able to do so much at such a short period of time.
It was honestly amazing Ayumu himself too. "My name is Ayumu! Ayumu Hope, i am a writer by heart and in the hundreds of years i have seen, the amount of energy that is refined in this ball that i am trying to hold back may be a bit too much for me." Showing that his palms were starting to slowly be cut into.
The sweat on his body starting to become more and more visible, as he even had no chance to power up in the least.

"Now, This may sound crazy, but..." Using a few energy hands to catch the man and try and shake him awake if he wasn't paying attention but listening, He was preparing to completely make him listen. "I am going to need you to stick your hand into this ball." He proclaimed.
Ayumu had always been rather insane, knowing full well that he was asking a large request of the man as he was probably still sore from the blow that he had gotten before Ayumu started sending him some energy of his own, attempting to channel it towards him.

"Come on fucker, before this attack of yours... This attack of yours wasn't just powered by your own strength..." As he stomped his foot on the ground, slowly being pushed back as the tiles were being ripped up. "Are you a saiyan in some part!? The might of an oozaru was hidden behind this blow...!" He proclaimed determination in his eyes as he knew that if he failed a second time that this technique would blow up in his palms and destroy the nearby area!

WC: 424

As Ayumu fell to the ground too, a bunch of police starting to rush over as the owner of the ice cream stall was starting to explain that a small group of bandits had ran over to attack and that these two were the ones to protect everything from their continious attacks.
Before they fired a large collective attack that the two of them did a collection strike to push it up into the sky which blew up in the atmosphere rather violently.

It wasn't the best excuse, but looking at the smiles on the faces of these two, or atleast one of them was enough to show what the stall owner was trying to convey, Ayumu soon shuffling over as he used a few magical hands to lift himself up.
To drag his body along as he was drained of energy, as he could feel everything starting to pull and fall apart if he didn't put in the effort required to solve all these issues at hand, but right now, it wasn't more than just him lifting up the Saiyan hybrid and going to take him and the kids home, he would be planning to go towards their home.
Drop him off safely and then wait for him to wake up.

It was the least he could do for this man who had entertained him so badly?
A content smile soon fading from his face as he saw the ice cream man asking for a larger amount of cash for all the molten ice cream, For how Celmaru his wounds would scream.
Ayumu his wallet would scream today too, with the violent passion of a beast.

WC : 277
Thread end.

Total WC AYUMU 3000
Total WC CELMARU 4326

Thank you for keeping track celmaru