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It is not often, Namorel had come to notice, that the old man was given a simple task or job from others and since his arrival the Namekian had been subject to assisting in these particular jobs. This week they were asked by the Wolf Clan to gather them some sea life for some sort of potluck or soup dinner they had planned. Their excuse was that the clan was too far away from the ocean to bother themselves. So it was up to Super Old Dude and his sidekick The Green Menace to once again acquire the goods for their requester.
Namorel knew a great spot off of the Southern Continent that he passed on his way to Papaya Island some time back, the place was absolutely infested with fish, however he had also heard rumors of some giant animal sinking ships in the area, so what better fun than risking one's life to beat the crap out of some fish and maybe a monster? Man... the old man really was rubbing off on him, wasn't he? Chuckling at the though, the Namekian would wait at the beaches just south of the main continent and northwest of South City itself to wait for the old fart that was likely going to need his help to get further out into the ocean after all.
Ayumu himself was casually walking over the ocean, solidifying the touch of water at the base of his heels as he slowly made his way towards the Namekian who had been waiting at the shores of the south continent, as he saw the green figure using one of his vision balls, he would snap with his fingers to make it vanish as a large set of creatures were seen below the surface of the sea as a vacant smile was visible on his face. Humming a light tune, the man himself would endure the light notion of enjoyment that came from the sea, the salty scent from the waves as they blew past him, the beautifull motion that brought forwards massive tidal waves, some of them struck apart by the man himself as he would take a casual gander at the scenario that was unfolding for himself. Was this just another little task given? Another message of what to do in the current scenario of this world as they pinned work towards him.
Nay, This was preparation for his idea to take the position of guardian, he learned that a recent position had opened up and was being filled in, one that he would be more than fine with taking from their hands and letting his own small hands snatch it up. Somebody had to help protect the people on earth afterall, and who else but a man who had been spending all his time to keep the guard up.
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Namorel had almost dozed off when the shape of the old man came into view, the outline of his humanoid shape closing in on him and walking across the water itself. With a sigh, the Namekian would rise centimeters off the ground and fly to the older human to meet him halfway rather than bring the trip to a halt at the shore. "You know, if I had known that you were going to walk here, I could have met you halfway there and made this trip a lot easier. Regardless, there is a place I caught wind of a kilometer south of here that no one dares to take their fishing boats into, apparently the place is hunted by some sort of large monster or sorts... thought that might be fun.", the Namekian would speak, at first feigning anger, but then quickly shifting to a chuckle as he mentioned why he wanted them to head to the place that was ahead of them.
Floating gingerly ahead of the older human, he would beckon back to Ayumu for a moment hoping the senile fool wouldn't forget to follow him. Keeping a slow enough pace for Ayumu to walk across the water, he would rest his hands behind his back. He didn't bring any of his effects with him this time, leaving them back at the house of that young zoan he had rescued, the mother had insisted he stay for a while and Namorel saw no reason to complain. It was a free house and a place for him to get a break from Ayumu every now and again, although she was a bit... friendly to him at times so he made sure she had some means for him to contact Ayumu if he needed an escape from the house.
"So... I need some advice, what does someone do with eleven feet of shed snake skin? The mother of that young zoan, whose name I still haven't learned yet, started shedding the other day and insisted I help her and to find somewhere to put the skin. Without much else to assume I put it in a box and was going to wait to ask you.", Namorel spoke up, in an attempt to break the monotony of the trip while also getting the sagely, and hopefully not perverted, advice of the old man. He would mutter at the mention of still not knowing the mother lamia's name, hoping Ayumu wouldn't attempt to scold him for such a teeny mistake on his behalf. He would turn his head back to the hold man, waiting for a reply.
Ayumu would take out a small collection of bandanas, badges and personal licenses as he smiled contently, flipping the small collection between his fingers as he would take notice of what was going on. Of course he could have told him about the story that was hidden behind his reason for taking so long, and he could find a little bit of happiness in teasing him when not telling him.
Yet after a moment, a split second of pondering both options he had resolved himself to instead tell him, to explain it towards him. "While making my way over, i wanted to spot where we could find a nice clump of sharks to hunt without affection the natural balance of the ocean, because it seems that a breeding frenzy with increased artificial fodder has been occuring almost a hour to the north of here." He would proclaim before then showing the license of an unruly looking man. "Which is the issue at hand, there were bandits already using harpoons and guns to take out the fish and make sure they could catch as many as possible, some even being completely eliminated by singular shots."
After explaining this, Ayumu then had it sink in what the namekian had told him, that the woman hadn't even told him the name yet and that there was even eleven feet of shed snake skin. Eleven. Feet. Of. Shed. Snake. Skin.
That took a solid ten seconds to sink in for Ayumu as he would rub his forehead, slowly sighing to himself as he couldn't understand it completely before then bashing his forehead on his own palm, a vicious slapping sound heard as he spoke a name that was masked by a loud and rude seagull. "-s her name, like i am surprised that you even managed to get through these last few days without knowin-" Another seagull, this time louder having landed nearby on a tree, seemingly shouting towards you. "-ame, it is truely amazing that your social skills have developed this far or she was that forgiving towards you. Do not worry, at the end of this little adventure i can write down the name for you if need be to a person who will be able to dispose of those skins and pay you a fair penny of zenny for the two." Snapping his fingers in enjoyment.
"Let us go as i enjoy how that last bit actually rhymed! Korina, please play keelhauled by alestorm." Ayumu would then speak towards his pocket as a small device started to slowly play music as he took to the skies, hopping on solid air as he was making his way back to the great seas where he had appeared from atleast five minutes ago. Hoping that the Namekian would follow him, just like that seagull was, that rotten, fishy bastard of a seagull.
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Namorel's attention was briefly turned to a dolphin in the distance that had taken it upon itself to start playing moments before Ayumu began to speak, leaping from the water and dropping with a resounding splash and squeak before it swam off into the horizon. Namorel would do his best to listen to the old man, unsure what the old man assumed he meant at first as he seemed almost dumbfounded by what the Namekian had told him, before composing himself once more. Namorel couldn't help but snicker at this, even if he was oblivious to the thoughts going through Ayumu's mind.
Once he did start speaking, Namorel took extra care to listen to every- what the hell was a seagull doing here at this specific moment? This was Namorel's thoughts as it not only once, but twice interrupted the old man, almost causing the Namekian's ear to bleed from the sheer pitch of it alone. Regardless, the old man seemed intrigued by Namorel's apparent social skills... which in truth was far from the truth, he barely spoke to anyone but the old fart. The knowledge of the vendor could also come in handy in time, but for now it was not a priority.
The Namekian would fall in line behind the old man, letting him lead to whatever destination he had in mind, as the situation there sounded far more dire than the monster he had head of south of the southern islands. The Namekian's eyes would be locked on the seagull, giving it a death stare the entire time he kept behind the old human, still floating only centimeters from the water;s surface, a soft trail following him as his ki resonated off of it with each passing second. His arms would rest behind his back, no need to hang at his side as he followed Ayumu.
The seagull itself, half slack jawed with one of the wings having some damage on the forehead and missing one entire leg as it flew forwards, sqwuaking towards you as you glared back at it, the little brain that it had just thinking that the green person loved him! This bird absolutely loved people, and why not the green person! He just must be green from happiness to see him right! The seagull couldn't help but respond in kind with a shrill shriek once again, hoping that once again he would do that weird face thing of happiness!
Ayumu himself ignored the bird as he made his way forwards rather quickly, speeding up where required as his body had been starting to get healthier, his muscles bulging more and his energy spiking lately, from a measily small notion, it became a tidal wave that continiously revitalized him as he would take a gaze towards the Namekian backwards before then pointing at the ocean below where a few large, angry sharks were trying to dominate the food sources. Where they were trying to prevent the other sharks from getting anywhere close to the main source that was supposed to be shared between them to become a flourishing growth.
"The sharks have been multiplying and those old dominant sharks are hoarding food because of their failing bodily functions, so we are going to eliminate those as they also have the biggest amount of meat on them. Meaning we have to kill much less to get the required amount, of course this does mean that we have to be very carefull to concentrate our blows rather carefully... So are you able to take out a large cluster of let us say... Five?" Pointing towards five thick sharks that were hoarding a large source of food a bit further away as Ayumu himself manipulated a small needle of energy as he shot it downwards, stringing up one shark who was struggling rather fierce before lowering himself down and using his palm to stop the heart.
Time to take out five sharks without ruining the day of the smaller ones!
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Namorel could only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose as the seagull continued to follow them, the beat up animal just as sad as it was annoying. There was an almost too jovial air to it that Namorel could neither decipher or wished to decipher as that would surely mean more ear shattering pain for the Namekian to endure, it was bad enough that he had to hear every other bird in a miles radius, but having one of the most obnoxious and loud species literally looming over him gave him an odd sense of dread, but he did his best to shrug it off for his own sake and well being.
Ayumu would waste no time to pick up his own pace, leaving the pondering Namekian alone for a moment before the impending tidal wave made it apparent he had to get moving or he would not only be left alone, but be soaked by the wave as well. Breaking the wave with his ki, Namorel would push forwards with force, dividing the water himself as he sought to catch up to the old man who had rocketed yards ahead of the Namekian.
"Hey! A little warning would be nice next time!", the Namekian would snark to the old man as he came to a stop beside him, looking down at the sharks Ayumu wanted him to handle. Without a question Namorel would trap one shark at a time into his barriers, launching them into the air as the ki bubble faded and letting his strikes mince their organs as they fell back towards the surface, catching them before they hit. He would repeat this process with each one while he watching the looming seagull with glaring intent, almost ready to force it into a ki barrier itself.
Smiling contently, Ayumu would then simply point down at the water for his previously stated order that had gone to the winds as he had been moving forwards a bit too much, elaborating? No need for that, Namorel could just be shown an example at this point he realized.
Showing the aged shark that had been gorging on food and how Ayumu wasn't going to take this easily as he was burning away the internal organs after having done a swift killing blow on it, making sure to let the body bleed and to not contaminate the meat itself. Ayumu himself then followed it up with a large surface of magical energy to keep up a flat surface for him to work on dissecting the sharks and then toss some of the less contaminated pieces towards the Seagull who was enjoying the work.
"Just work on eliminating the fat, elderly sharks that are gorging up all the food as they will resort to self harm and cannibalism if pushed too far." Ayumu repeated towards him, hoping that at this point he would do it rather quickly, hoping even moreso that he would even get things done with a nice attitude. "Show me some of those silent killing techniques you have been told you could do, mister 'look ma, i am usin no hands'" He spoke, putting up a fake western accent as for a split second he had used his energy to make a red beard and strawhat for the full western appearance as it faded away, working away at the large shark, removing fangs and eyeballs, it was a delicate task that he couldn't skim on.
"We need nine more, that's all i ask at minimum, if we wanted the bonus, we would need fourteen more, but i cannot spot more than eleven of these elderly sharks in the water. So that would require you to search a bit after getting the ones here." He proclaimed.
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Namorel would scoff at the old man's assessment of his killing technique, surely rupturing organs was the best way to go, was it not? It was how they disposed of the whales on Namek... although those hunts usually took five or more Namekians to even pull off... those whales are a freaking handful, both in size and unnecessarily high power for wildlife. Regardless, this was not Namek and rather was Earth for that matter, their wildlife was far less dangerous in that way and these sharks were immensely smaller than the whales after all, so perhaps more care should be taken when handling these beasts.
With a sigh, Namorel would shake his head to clear his thoughts and steady himself for a moment, listening carefully to the sharks that stuck closer to the surface of the water, getting a feel of where their hearts were based on the subtle beats echoing over their hollow frames. Once the Namekian had determined the rough location, he would raise another aging shark from the water, the beast swimming circles in the barrier bubble in fear, as the ki shattered and it began to fall, Namorel would swing his foot up, placing a kick directly into the artery connecting to the giant fish's brain, cutting off the circulation and pinching the vein shit as the creature fainted.
"Is that better? They should die in a matter of minutes with that process.", Namorel spoke to the old man, catching the shark in the air and lifting it to his work area with a gruff cough. Once it was in Ayumu's reach he would move unto the next, taking care to only catch those that were proving a problem, some not quite as large as others, but scars and attitude made them all stick out like a sore thumb amidst the other sharks. He too would focus some ki on the water, offering the human more room to work as he dropped each additional beast down for him, their bodies slowly growing cold as blood stopped pumping to the remainder of their bodies and their brains shut down on them.
Ayumu was about to throw a small fit when he saw that he just kicked the artery shut, if it wasn't for circulation being ended premature and the beast fainting near instantly, Ayumu himself having almost forgotten that creatures of their age and strength wouldn't survive the pressure emitted from a normal person with ease. A soft smile appearing on Ayumu his face as he had a kind sigh, knowing full well that there was a small set of crossroads that he had to get across, and one of them was rather peculiar to deal with.
"Remember, dealing with animals or anything, make it as painless for them as possible." Showing how the seagull was making a little scene about not being fed as much with the new shark coming in, But as this was going on, Ayumu tossing him a small pile of scraps to keep the seagull busy would coat his palm in Ki as he would take a look at how Namorel would manuever his body, how his energy moved. He didn't have the ability to sense Ki, but at their level it wasn't as invisible as it used to be as he was inspecting it carefully, coming to a rather strange conclusion as he saw the way that he handled barriers, how he handled blows... But had he tried something like that yet?
"Hey, your strength has been growing... This may sound weird, but have you tried building up Ki in your body and letting it grow? or maybe even manifesting it outside of your body as armour or weapons?" Giving this awkward suggestion out of nowhere as the sound of sea silence was getting to Ayumu. He had to be training somebody, giving some tips or talking about something instead of being awkwardly quiet and fighting with other people as those other thugs were doing in the city! It was absolutely crazy how some people were able to do such a thing, but the hopefull man gave a gaze towards the person called Namorel, in the hopes that he would figure out what he was trying to suggest, maybe even complain about it being too early.
But that wasn't what Ayumu was thinking, it may be just the right time to start some practice.
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Namorel would glare back at the seagull as it piped up once more, begging for food from the old man. Those birds were really getting on the Namekian's nerves, had he the malice he'd likely have sent one into the afterlife already, but he wasn't nearly that cruel, rather just wincing at the squawking as it occurred. As he set down the final shard, he would rest himself into a seated position, legs crossed and hands nestles gently in his lap. He would listen to the old man's question, pondering it for a moment and ultimately coming to the realization at what the old man was asking him.
"I'm not really a fan of getting my hands dirty so to speak, in a fight. It is why much of my control of my natural energies are in my barriers and visual blasts of ki. I only kick when I need to as I have more personal control over my feet than my hands, no one quite yet has forced me to use my hands in a fight, let alone weapons.", the Namekian would shake his head at the old man as he spoke, lifting a hand to raise another barrier or water into the air and blasting it with a powered down ki barrage, the air erupting once more as it glanced over the barrier, leaving no sign of its impact. If anything Namorel did this as an example to the old man on what precisely he preferred to do in a combat scenario over what Ayumu may have been suggesting.
He would wait patiently for the old man to finish with the sharks, watching him work the meat careful, studying what parts he focused on and what went to the ever so annoying birds to the side. Whatever it was the Wolf Clan was using it for... they needed a crap ton of it it seemed.
As the seagull contently ate, Ayumu working on the sharks with a soft rhythm, every blade of energy that cut into the flesh and removed scales was like a beat that was playing on the score of his life, casually playing along as his fingers slid through the body, a small set of bottles set aside for the blood as he was keeping some of it. Experiments and silly rituals always required some blood, but as he seperated the heart, the liver, destroyed the internal tract and left a few small chewy pieces for the seagull after cleansing them with some water. A large collection of scales and dead outerskin was laying to the side as he would crush them up into a small powder, taking the words that Namorel was saying and processing them in his own mindscape.
"Weapons are not needed, you dislike using your hands... Honestly, dirty deeds done cheap has always been our motto, but to know that you were even more fashionable than that, what a blast of amazement!" Before his laugh would stop, he had his torso rock contently as he kept working even with his eyes away from the task at hand before it then died down, a frown aimed towards the Namekian as he was busy inspecting him.
"Be carefull though, I have a little trump card of being able to multiply my power at a mere instant, but i have not felt you do something similiar, it may be time to throw you into the training ring for that thing the Namekians have done in the warrior clan. What did they call it again?" Ayumu asked as he spun the blade of energy in his hand, a carefull spurt of blood going straight over Namorel his shoulder but still would be a reminder to keep his attention. "Giant Warrior Clan? Big Chungus? Honestly, there are so many that i just cannot keep track anymore."
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The grisly imagery of the old human butchering the organs from these recently deceased creatures, almost ritualistic in nature and yet flawless and natural all the same. Surely years of technique on the older human's part, there was no questioning that after all, but at the same time it seemed that quite a bit of it would be used for far more than just supplying the Wolf Clan, but Namorel wasn't about to ask what unnatural stuff the senile fart had in mind.
He would begin to hum softly to himself while he listened once more to the old man, discussing his method and his means of boosting his power... was that what he did at the tower a matter of days back? The Namekian had wondered what precisely that was and without a shadow of a doubt what he mentioned must have been it.
"The Great Namekian state... there aren't many that can easily achieve it any longer, no one in the Warrior Clan is quite sure, but it seems the ceiling of ki needed to retain the form has grown from what it once was. I've only heard about the legends and have never seen one in person myself.", Namorel would speak with a sigh, shaking his head and pondering what the form was like after all. The increase of body mass and strain on one's form must be a nightmare to deal with at times and a boon in a fight at others... maybe there was a reason no one had been able to achieve it in so long.
He would settle back into his seated state, curious what the old man's thoughts on what he had to say would be after all. Surely Ayumu's last sighting of a Great Namekian was quite a long time ago if he assumed Namorel's strength could do it.
Pondering to himself, Ayumu knew that the strength levels had been lowering and that the progression of man had changed entirely, but that it had fallen this heavily, he couldn't even consider that fact! Draining? Last time he heard of a person turning into a great Namekian... This brought up a fantastic question that he didn't even seem to know himself.
"Honestly, i have an interesting question at this point, Giant Namekian, well, interesting to me. Giant Namekian seems like a basic technique to have for everybody, why don't they try to train and make the basic element of it much more refined, to help advance the potential of namekians?" He would proclaim as he was busy slicing up some of the tails that were being stubborn little shits to say the least. His knife getting stuck at certain points as he dismissed the energy and reformed it in the hopes to get it sharpened again, which surprisingly worked. "We humans have a little adrenaline burst that we can do when we sense fear and if we master it enough we can do it at will, which is something like this." Tensing his own body as he suddenly expelled much more energy in the vacinity around before then instantly quieting it down.
"Bad news about the ability though, it seems to always drain on my poor old body, so i am trying to refine it by using it in small bursts, maybe create an alternative, but no luck on my side. Have you thought about doing something akin to that? Refining your energy and trying to create an alternative to the namekian transformation that is being put to the forefront? or is that other method still forbidden knowledge of the namekians?" The human about to say the words that were part of that once strong method of powering up and archieving greater heights. But he realized soon enough and just gritted his teeth, awaiting calmly for his response.
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Namorel pondered the old man for a moment, what exactly did he mean by an 'alternative'? He mentioned a forbidden technique and there was only one that he could even begin to imagine and he was sure that the human wasn't insinuating something so drastic for a simple power boost. Regardless Ayumu did make a point on the disadvantage he had against a human opponent in his current state. The Great Namekian state was told in legends to be the great, defining force of the Warrior Caste... where, he wondered, was this force lost? WAs it after the meddling of the other factions or long before that? The Namekian knew not, he was almost completely distracted by his thoughts when his attention turned back to the hold man who seemed to be having a time with the tails of the sharks he had left.
"It is rather saddening, the legends spoke so highly of the warriors that used the skill, pushing far beyond their limits and pushing back various foes. Was something else hidden from the legend that suggests another way was found perhaps?", Namorel pondered out loud, knowing full well that there was one means to pushing one's power higher as a Namekian, but as his thoughts had glanced over prior... they were forbidden and would mean possibly being outcast from his people for the remainder of his life. Frowning at this thought, he would turn to look at the seagull, which seemed to have calmed itself some from its prior behavior. Namorel was hoping the old man was close to finishing up with the sharks, the fishy scent of its internal parts was starting to become almost too overwhelming and he needed a bit more fresh air than this after they were done, one way or another after all.