Post by Namorel on Mar 27, 2019 22:27:58 GMT
There isn't much for one to hear about they they have only been in a new place for such a short period of time, as was the curse that was Namorel coming to Earth so late in his life. After meeting the older man that was Ayumu, he had essentially started living with the human, taking in what knowledge from his books that he could, much of what he read was simple matters such as the lifestyles and biology of other races, or old legends that were spread in the ancient days on the planet. However one topic that shortly arose in the old man's library was a tome discussing an old sage who had developed a technique that could utilize the energy of his allies in a way that was extremely unique to itself. The book also gave fair warning that this old master was a bit wrong in the head, Namorel knew not if this meant sadistically or otherwise, but it was an opportunity that he couldn't pass up. There was ore than simply a potential new technique to be learned here, but an excuse to explore the world some as well, get to see the planet as he had wanted to, as he had read about in the old human's books.
From what the book had told him, the master could be found in a place south of south city, north of west city, east of north city, and northwest of east city. A conundrum indeed, the directions didn't make the slightest bit of sense. The Namekian would follow the directions from each city separately, none of them leading him to a similar location, but he didn't recognize markings in his native tongue at each spot, a jumbled mess of letters that made no sense really, 'nor pap thay aof don awnd'. Rearranging them in ever way he could imagine, only one phrase could be made from such, 'north of Papaya and down', the only lead the Namekian had to work with after all. Doing some research to find this 'Papaya' it spoke of, the only scrap he could find was an island popular for holding the world martial arts tournament every couple of Earth years or so.
The island was not a hard one to find, actually the traffic is received and the sheer capacity of population made it easy to locate miles out, resting at the top of a large building, Namorel would focus north, both trying to sense and see whatever it was the Namekian writings had spoken of. The Namekian would take a seat wondering what precisely the text meant when it all hit him like a bag of bricks, the text wants him to go under the water... a feat Namorel had no idea how long he would be able to do so for, but if he was going to find this elusive martial arts master, he was going to have to do it at some point. Namorel would ready himself, jumping form the building and stepping to the edge of the water with hesitation.
The Namekian would create a barrier around his head, containing enough air for him in case he needed it down there. Once he was fully submerged, there was nothing quite as calm as the quiet, blue tinted depths of the sea, various animal life passing by him or scurrying to get out of his way as he made his way north, taking slow steps and scanning the surroundings, a small globe of light created by his ki acting as his only light source the entire time. The trip alone was worth the sights he got to see while exploring these depths, ships from various eras lining the bottom of the sea, some made of metals and others of wood, slowly eroding into nothingness by the salty water of the sea. Some squid and sharks would swim by to see the Namekian, more curious by his presence rather than seeing him as a threat or food, Namorel would keep his calm as they passed, watching them and comparing them to the sea life back on Namek, he wondered if there were any beings similar to those damned Namekian whales, the only creature he had been taught to truly fear. As he heard this an echo resonated through the water, reverberating his very being, unsure as to what it was he make sure to pick up his pace as he stepped faster into the depths.
Moments later he would come to a large ravine in the water, a shaft with a light glimmering at the bottom, perhaps this is where he had been led to all along, jumping into the depths, he would allow his weight to do the work, but as he drifted slowly and gently down the pressure would creep upon him, pushing down on him and making him dizzy, in a matter of moments he was out cold, his barrier and light dissipating into nothingness as his body sank towards the light below, a large building coming into view as he hit the ocean floor, to be taken inside by a mysterious individual. Time would seem to pass in an almost unrealistic way as the lack of light kept any indication of when or where he was. With a start his eyes would open and he would grasp for air, coughing as if he felt water was still in his lung, but he was fine, resting carefully on a bed of cloth and steel, the pressure seemed less intense in this place than it was outside.
"Where the hell am I?", these would be the only words to cross the Namekian's mind as he sat up, looking around the room he was in. White walls were matched by a sea foam green floor and ceiling. Windows lined the walls in all directions but two, bubbles rising over the glass that looked at the water outside. The wall directly before he was lined only by a door, sitting partially open and both sound and light coming through the crack. Rising to his feet, Namorel would check for his belongings before taking slow steps to the door, ensuring that his equilibrium had recovered enough to him to get back into his motions, picking up his pace and posture with ever few steps. The Namekian would take care to look through the door, to see a living room of sorts, a couch or two, a table, and a rather large television linked to the roof. The television was playing the popular sitcom 'Fresh Prince of East City', one Namorel was not particularly fond of as the concept of taking a low class Saiyan and putting them in a setting with money and power seemed so arbitrary, but he did have to admit... the theme song was catchy as hell.
Namorel would take a seat at the couch for a moment when a voice rise from the adjoining room, "Oi! I see ya rose from that dandy of a slumber ye were in. Hop'fly ye aren't too drowsy to have some of my world famous green tae." There was no easy way to describe the accent Namorel heard, it was oddly unique, but at the same time a mix of both traditional Namekian and Earthling. The writing and accent were both odd to say the least, was he dealing with a Namekian that had been on Earth for a while now? However, he would only be more confused as a large Grey turned around the corner, the large black eyes scanning the room and resting two cups and a teapot in china on the coffee table. "So, tell meh why ya decided it was in your right interest to barge in on me home.". the Grey spoke, curious as to Namorel's intentions at his home, deep under the sea of all places. Namorel would take a minute to reply, taking in the sheer peculiarity that was this individual and wondering what the hell he got himself into. "I'm Namorel, I heard rumors or a master martial artist and the directions and steps I was given eventually led me here.", the Namekian had no reason to lie to the individual that more than likely saved his life. A bright smile would cross the lips of the Grey, grinning at the notion of someone finally deciphering his unnecessarily ridiculous directions and finally finding this hiding spot.
"Aye, I was followin' ye from the first spot, I've eyes all over the planet in those spots. Figures itda take a Namek to decipher me jabbering.", the Grey spoke with a laugh, pouring tea for the both of them and offering a cup to the Namekian. "So do ye think ya can handle whatever asinin' training I may have in mind?", he would ask with a grin, large black eyes locked on the Namekian with curious intent to see what the green man would say in reply. With a sip of the tea and a nod in the direction of the Grey, Namorel would speak as the cup lowered from his lips. "Really no other reason for me to be here then if I only wanted to see who was giving such stupid directions."
A chuckle would rise from the Grey's throat, setting his cup back unto the table with a grin still crossing his lips. "So, let's get started then. Me name's Gilbert after all. Follo' me to the airlock and we'll get ya started.", Gilbert's accent making it rather difficult to understand exactly what the small Grey was saying, but Namorel got he jist of it as he set the tea aside, following the alien to the airlock in the other room, the multifaceted room locked into three segments, each altering the pressure around them some, Namorel already feeling light headed as they continued forwards. "Aight' ye get one tank o' air and hafta find me fifteen lrage rainbow shells out there. If ya make it back alive we cna begin the second phase of ya training.", Gilbert the Grey's tone was almost that of someone laughing as he spoke, tossing a mask and tank of air to Namorel then stepping out of the room with the press of a button, water quickly filled the room, Namorel putting the mask on and preparing himself for whatever would come next.
Back out into the open ocean, Namorel began the search for the shells, his eyes darting beck and forth across the floor, shells of all colours and descriptions were scattered at almost random, but nothing that quite matched the description that Gilbert the Grey had given him. The pressure was nothing to scoff at either, the weight on the Namekian's shoulders pushed him almost to a crouch with each step, he had to acclimate to it or this would be a lot more difficult than it needed to be. His mind would be racing over the possibilities when a glimmer would catch his eyes, almost bu chance a streak of stray light hitting a shell off in the distance, the cacophony of colours perfectly matching what he was told to look for. One step at a time Namorel would close the distance between he and the shell.
Once he arrived at the shell he would scowl for a moment as all fifteen were unnecessarily close to one another, as if they were never scattered to begin with, grabbing all of them in one go, the Namekian would drag them back to the structure still sitting there at the base of the ravine, tapping on the large metal door as he arrived. Through the mask Gilbert would speak, his voice distorted by the difficulty of the sound travelling at these depths. "Thank ye for that green lad, the current blew them away about a week ago and I've been ta lazy to go grab 'em meself. Your next task is to go and catch me a giant squid, should be a right old one at the far end o' this hole.", a sardonic laugh would resonate and crackle through the comms before Gilbert the Grey would cut off the communications without letting Namorel respond.
The Namekian would roll his eyes with a frustrated sigh as he trudged back into the sandy depths in search for this unnecessarily specific squid that the peculiar grey alien requested he look for. Once more emitting his ki ball to offer a degree of light so that he didn't get lost in the depths that drew him further and further from the base of Gilbert the Grey. The walls of the ravine seems to be pushing closer and closer together as he move onwards, coming to a thin point that was only broken by a large, yet shallow cavern. Resting at the base of this cavern lay the squid, unmoving and barely giving off a life signature as if resting on its death bed. As Namorel rest a hand on the beast it would writhe for a moment as the tentacles rise to the Namekian, lacing around his arm for a moment, before falling lazily to the ground as the animal's life comes to an exhausting end. Namorel would sigh as he pulled the creature from the cave, carefully packing him back to the building where Gilbert resided.
"Oi! Ye brought our lunch. Get inside and let yer air canister refill, after we eat we'll get to the next and final part of ye training.", Gilbert's voice once again crackled over the intercom, echoing in Namorel's ears as he pulled himself and the squid into the airlock. Once the water had fallen to his knees, he dropped the mask and replaced the air canister where it was prior. Gilbert would walk in, a knife in hand as he starts to work at the squid, cutting aside some parts and putting them into a pile, the remaining meat he either started to boil or froze in. "Ye see green man, life works as it does, it gives to us and we give back to it. That is the cycle, but that philosophy is not limited to the natural world, but also when we fight. We can give or take ki as we please, but that which is not meant in earnest will never carry its greatest amount.", Gilbert's voice, not unaltered by comm spoke wisdom to the Namekian, as the world cycles so do we in martial arts, the practice is only in what we give and what we take in. This was one of the first lessons Namorel was taught, but in this instance it seemed to carry a far greater weight to it than it had prior.
Perhaps it was the weight of his encounter, or perhaps it was what he hoped to achieve from this meeting, from this martial artist so he claimed to be, but the words stuck with him. Some time would pass as Gilbert prepared the squid to be eaten, a practice Namorel had grown quite accustomed to partaking in as a Namekian on Earth, the additional nutrients didn't offer much to him, but the practice had grown form a test to a regularity, the paired tea however was quite the nice and refreshing touch. After the light lunch, training would begin again. This time however not with a task, but with meditation, pitting Namorel to the devices of nature without air this time for a matter of hours. This was a bit less esoteric than his prior actions, but as the Namekian acclimated to the pressure his lung capacity grew with each session, preparing him for the final task. Namorel would step back into the airlock to catch his breath as Gilbert's voice would ring over the comms one final time, "Go grab me some iridescent slugs. That is your final task then I will show you my secret technique." Taking a final deep breath, Namorel would turn around again and step into the murky depths of the dark ocean floor, one by one seeking out and grabbing the fairly large slugs that crawled helplessly around on the sandy floor and rock walls of the ravine. After gathering an arm full of these slimy invertebrates he would return to Gilbert the Grey, the only question on his mind being, "Why?"
"Thank ye kindly, these fellows will go nicely withe me supper later, but as I promised I will teach ye my super secret technique, let's take my elevator to the top.", Gilbert's ever jovial tone keeping an odd air around the crazy alien, but Namorel would follow him nonetheless, if anything his curiosity more than piqued by the small grey man. The elevator would be rather cramped, clearly not designed for more than one occupant, let alone one of Namorel's stature. The Namekian would need to stretch his back and arms as they stepped from the elevator, the device breaching the floor of water and leaving them on a large platform in the middle of the sea. Raising one hand into the air, Gilbert would concentrate a substantial amount of ki into one hand and rest it at his side. "This be me special technique, when I run at ye I want you to throw an attack at it and step out of the way to see what happens.", the peculiar master spoke, Namorel simply nodded as he waited for the Grey to charge at him, but as he did Namorel focused ki at him, which was quickly sucked into a spiral and merged into the energy at Gilbert's hand.
The Namekian would barely make it out of the way as the spinning blast shot past him, breaking the water into waves as it shot for wall over a mile. Gilbert would begin to speak again once the demonstration had ceased, "That is the technique, it can reverse a portion of an opponent's power back at them, but by that same measure it can borrow the full power that allies may give it. I have yet to name it, but with this knowledge do take the time to learn it, and when you master it, let me know." It was after this point hat Gilbert full on sprinted to his elevator, returning to the murky depths to hide from the world once more, leaving the Namekian to ponder what he had been taught.
WC: 3,059
Mysterious Master of Martial Arts
[font size="3"You've heard the tale of a powerful martial arts master in the area. You decide to hunt them down and ask for their training. When you find them, the Master agrees to train you in their secret technique. The catch? Their ridiculous training makes no friggin' sense!!
+20% PL gains, +10% Zeni gains
A chance to create 1 SP-tech without the need for a dojo.
15 or above/D20
Must be on Earth
2.5k WC Minimum 5K WC Limit
From what the book had told him, the master could be found in a place south of south city, north of west city, east of north city, and northwest of east city. A conundrum indeed, the directions didn't make the slightest bit of sense. The Namekian would follow the directions from each city separately, none of them leading him to a similar location, but he didn't recognize markings in his native tongue at each spot, a jumbled mess of letters that made no sense really, 'nor pap thay aof don awnd'. Rearranging them in ever way he could imagine, only one phrase could be made from such, 'north of Papaya and down', the only lead the Namekian had to work with after all. Doing some research to find this 'Papaya' it spoke of, the only scrap he could find was an island popular for holding the world martial arts tournament every couple of Earth years or so.
The island was not a hard one to find, actually the traffic is received and the sheer capacity of population made it easy to locate miles out, resting at the top of a large building, Namorel would focus north, both trying to sense and see whatever it was the Namekian writings had spoken of. The Namekian would take a seat wondering what precisely the text meant when it all hit him like a bag of bricks, the text wants him to go under the water... a feat Namorel had no idea how long he would be able to do so for, but if he was going to find this elusive martial arts master, he was going to have to do it at some point. Namorel would ready himself, jumping form the building and stepping to the edge of the water with hesitation.
The Namekian would create a barrier around his head, containing enough air for him in case he needed it down there. Once he was fully submerged, there was nothing quite as calm as the quiet, blue tinted depths of the sea, various animal life passing by him or scurrying to get out of his way as he made his way north, taking slow steps and scanning the surroundings, a small globe of light created by his ki acting as his only light source the entire time. The trip alone was worth the sights he got to see while exploring these depths, ships from various eras lining the bottom of the sea, some made of metals and others of wood, slowly eroding into nothingness by the salty water of the sea. Some squid and sharks would swim by to see the Namekian, more curious by his presence rather than seeing him as a threat or food, Namorel would keep his calm as they passed, watching them and comparing them to the sea life back on Namek, he wondered if there were any beings similar to those damned Namekian whales, the only creature he had been taught to truly fear. As he heard this an echo resonated through the water, reverberating his very being, unsure as to what it was he make sure to pick up his pace as he stepped faster into the depths.
Moments later he would come to a large ravine in the water, a shaft with a light glimmering at the bottom, perhaps this is where he had been led to all along, jumping into the depths, he would allow his weight to do the work, but as he drifted slowly and gently down the pressure would creep upon him, pushing down on him and making him dizzy, in a matter of moments he was out cold, his barrier and light dissipating into nothingness as his body sank towards the light below, a large building coming into view as he hit the ocean floor, to be taken inside by a mysterious individual. Time would seem to pass in an almost unrealistic way as the lack of light kept any indication of when or where he was. With a start his eyes would open and he would grasp for air, coughing as if he felt water was still in his lung, but he was fine, resting carefully on a bed of cloth and steel, the pressure seemed less intense in this place than it was outside.
"Where the hell am I?", these would be the only words to cross the Namekian's mind as he sat up, looking around the room he was in. White walls were matched by a sea foam green floor and ceiling. Windows lined the walls in all directions but two, bubbles rising over the glass that looked at the water outside. The wall directly before he was lined only by a door, sitting partially open and both sound and light coming through the crack. Rising to his feet, Namorel would check for his belongings before taking slow steps to the door, ensuring that his equilibrium had recovered enough to him to get back into his motions, picking up his pace and posture with ever few steps. The Namekian would take care to look through the door, to see a living room of sorts, a couch or two, a table, and a rather large television linked to the roof. The television was playing the popular sitcom 'Fresh Prince of East City', one Namorel was not particularly fond of as the concept of taking a low class Saiyan and putting them in a setting with money and power seemed so arbitrary, but he did have to admit... the theme song was catchy as hell.
Namorel would take a seat at the couch for a moment when a voice rise from the adjoining room, "Oi! I see ya rose from that dandy of a slumber ye were in. Hop'fly ye aren't too drowsy to have some of my world famous green tae." There was no easy way to describe the accent Namorel heard, it was oddly unique, but at the same time a mix of both traditional Namekian and Earthling. The writing and accent were both odd to say the least, was he dealing with a Namekian that had been on Earth for a while now? However, he would only be more confused as a large Grey turned around the corner, the large black eyes scanning the room and resting two cups and a teapot in china on the coffee table. "So, tell meh why ya decided it was in your right interest to barge in on me home.". the Grey spoke, curious as to Namorel's intentions at his home, deep under the sea of all places. Namorel would take a minute to reply, taking in the sheer peculiarity that was this individual and wondering what the hell he got himself into. "I'm Namorel, I heard rumors or a master martial artist and the directions and steps I was given eventually led me here.", the Namekian had no reason to lie to the individual that more than likely saved his life. A bright smile would cross the lips of the Grey, grinning at the notion of someone finally deciphering his unnecessarily ridiculous directions and finally finding this hiding spot.
"Aye, I was followin' ye from the first spot, I've eyes all over the planet in those spots. Figures itda take a Namek to decipher me jabbering.", the Grey spoke with a laugh, pouring tea for the both of them and offering a cup to the Namekian. "So do ye think ya can handle whatever asinin' training I may have in mind?", he would ask with a grin, large black eyes locked on the Namekian with curious intent to see what the green man would say in reply. With a sip of the tea and a nod in the direction of the Grey, Namorel would speak as the cup lowered from his lips. "Really no other reason for me to be here then if I only wanted to see who was giving such stupid directions."
A chuckle would rise from the Grey's throat, setting his cup back unto the table with a grin still crossing his lips. "So, let's get started then. Me name's Gilbert after all. Follo' me to the airlock and we'll get ya started.", Gilbert's accent making it rather difficult to understand exactly what the small Grey was saying, but Namorel got he jist of it as he set the tea aside, following the alien to the airlock in the other room, the multifaceted room locked into three segments, each altering the pressure around them some, Namorel already feeling light headed as they continued forwards. "Aight' ye get one tank o' air and hafta find me fifteen lrage rainbow shells out there. If ya make it back alive we cna begin the second phase of ya training.", Gilbert the Grey's tone was almost that of someone laughing as he spoke, tossing a mask and tank of air to Namorel then stepping out of the room with the press of a button, water quickly filled the room, Namorel putting the mask on and preparing himself for whatever would come next.
Back out into the open ocean, Namorel began the search for the shells, his eyes darting beck and forth across the floor, shells of all colours and descriptions were scattered at almost random, but nothing that quite matched the description that Gilbert the Grey had given him. The pressure was nothing to scoff at either, the weight on the Namekian's shoulders pushed him almost to a crouch with each step, he had to acclimate to it or this would be a lot more difficult than it needed to be. His mind would be racing over the possibilities when a glimmer would catch his eyes, almost bu chance a streak of stray light hitting a shell off in the distance, the cacophony of colours perfectly matching what he was told to look for. One step at a time Namorel would close the distance between he and the shell.
Once he arrived at the shell he would scowl for a moment as all fifteen were unnecessarily close to one another, as if they were never scattered to begin with, grabbing all of them in one go, the Namekian would drag them back to the structure still sitting there at the base of the ravine, tapping on the large metal door as he arrived. Through the mask Gilbert would speak, his voice distorted by the difficulty of the sound travelling at these depths. "Thank ye for that green lad, the current blew them away about a week ago and I've been ta lazy to go grab 'em meself. Your next task is to go and catch me a giant squid, should be a right old one at the far end o' this hole.", a sardonic laugh would resonate and crackle through the comms before Gilbert the Grey would cut off the communications without letting Namorel respond.
The Namekian would roll his eyes with a frustrated sigh as he trudged back into the sandy depths in search for this unnecessarily specific squid that the peculiar grey alien requested he look for. Once more emitting his ki ball to offer a degree of light so that he didn't get lost in the depths that drew him further and further from the base of Gilbert the Grey. The walls of the ravine seems to be pushing closer and closer together as he move onwards, coming to a thin point that was only broken by a large, yet shallow cavern. Resting at the base of this cavern lay the squid, unmoving and barely giving off a life signature as if resting on its death bed. As Namorel rest a hand on the beast it would writhe for a moment as the tentacles rise to the Namekian, lacing around his arm for a moment, before falling lazily to the ground as the animal's life comes to an exhausting end. Namorel would sigh as he pulled the creature from the cave, carefully packing him back to the building where Gilbert resided.
"Oi! Ye brought our lunch. Get inside and let yer air canister refill, after we eat we'll get to the next and final part of ye training.", Gilbert's voice once again crackled over the intercom, echoing in Namorel's ears as he pulled himself and the squid into the airlock. Once the water had fallen to his knees, he dropped the mask and replaced the air canister where it was prior. Gilbert would walk in, a knife in hand as he starts to work at the squid, cutting aside some parts and putting them into a pile, the remaining meat he either started to boil or froze in. "Ye see green man, life works as it does, it gives to us and we give back to it. That is the cycle, but that philosophy is not limited to the natural world, but also when we fight. We can give or take ki as we please, but that which is not meant in earnest will never carry its greatest amount.", Gilbert's voice, not unaltered by comm spoke wisdom to the Namekian, as the world cycles so do we in martial arts, the practice is only in what we give and what we take in. This was one of the first lessons Namorel was taught, but in this instance it seemed to carry a far greater weight to it than it had prior.
Perhaps it was the weight of his encounter, or perhaps it was what he hoped to achieve from this meeting, from this martial artist so he claimed to be, but the words stuck with him. Some time would pass as Gilbert prepared the squid to be eaten, a practice Namorel had grown quite accustomed to partaking in as a Namekian on Earth, the additional nutrients didn't offer much to him, but the practice had grown form a test to a regularity, the paired tea however was quite the nice and refreshing touch. After the light lunch, training would begin again. This time however not with a task, but with meditation, pitting Namorel to the devices of nature without air this time for a matter of hours. This was a bit less esoteric than his prior actions, but as the Namekian acclimated to the pressure his lung capacity grew with each session, preparing him for the final task. Namorel would step back into the airlock to catch his breath as Gilbert's voice would ring over the comms one final time, "Go grab me some iridescent slugs. That is your final task then I will show you my secret technique." Taking a final deep breath, Namorel would turn around again and step into the murky depths of the dark ocean floor, one by one seeking out and grabbing the fairly large slugs that crawled helplessly around on the sandy floor and rock walls of the ravine. After gathering an arm full of these slimy invertebrates he would return to Gilbert the Grey, the only question on his mind being, "Why?"
"Thank ye kindly, these fellows will go nicely withe me supper later, but as I promised I will teach ye my super secret technique, let's take my elevator to the top.", Gilbert's ever jovial tone keeping an odd air around the crazy alien, but Namorel would follow him nonetheless, if anything his curiosity more than piqued by the small grey man. The elevator would be rather cramped, clearly not designed for more than one occupant, let alone one of Namorel's stature. The Namekian would need to stretch his back and arms as they stepped from the elevator, the device breaching the floor of water and leaving them on a large platform in the middle of the sea. Raising one hand into the air, Gilbert would concentrate a substantial amount of ki into one hand and rest it at his side. "This be me special technique, when I run at ye I want you to throw an attack at it and step out of the way to see what happens.", the peculiar master spoke, Namorel simply nodded as he waited for the Grey to charge at him, but as he did Namorel focused ki at him, which was quickly sucked into a spiral and merged into the energy at Gilbert's hand.
The Namekian would barely make it out of the way as the spinning blast shot past him, breaking the water into waves as it shot for wall over a mile. Gilbert would begin to speak again once the demonstration had ceased, "That is the technique, it can reverse a portion of an opponent's power back at them, but by that same measure it can borrow the full power that allies may give it. I have yet to name it, but with this knowledge do take the time to learn it, and when you master it, let me know." It was after this point hat Gilbert full on sprinted to his elevator, returning to the murky depths to hide from the world once more, leaving the Namekian to ponder what he had been taught.
WC: 3,059
Mysterious Master of Martial Arts
[font size="3"You've heard the tale of a powerful martial arts master in the area. You decide to hunt them down and ask for their training. When you find them, the Master agrees to train you in their secret technique. The catch? Their ridiculous training makes no friggin' sense!!
+20% PL gains, +10% Zeni gains
A chance to create 1 SP-tech without the need for a dojo.
15 or above/D20
Must be on Earth
2.5k WC Minimum 5K WC Limit
