Post by Yasu on Aug 14, 2021 19:03:32 GMT -8
Yasu found himself alone in a big city. Or so he thought, until he felt the familiar chomp of his sister Yoi on his arm. He let out a loud yelp as she drained some energy from his body, having forgotten the feeling recently, and wondered why the girl was not at home caring for their mom or Chiu. Yoi answered whilst releasing her bite on him, "Duh, mom's caring for her." Yasu sighed and wondered if Chiu would ever return to a conscious state. His methods of helping her were going on far too long for his pleasure. Perhaps it was that he did not gain enough Zeni with his efforts, or better yet, he never saved enough.
While Yasu bemoaned his situation he drifted about and Yoi had to drag him by the sleeve of his tracksuit so he would not end up a pancake in Orange Star City's streets. He had never been to a city, but understood technology and found himself now sandwiched between it and crowds of people. Yoi seemed to waltz around them with a smile on her lips until he felt her and his whole body stop. Yoi pointed at something and Yasu's eyes glowed white under a huge billboard plastered on the side of a building. It had some guy on it with a big afro and long cape covering a red and white gi. He appeared confident with his folded arms and big smile.
"SATAN!!!" Yoi screeched as she perked up. Yasu felt her grab at his cape he now was carrying under his jacket. She pulled it over his shoulders and cried, "Second coming of SATAN!!!" Yasu had no idea who this was but his brown eyes detected it was an old ad as it badly flickered to another screen. This time reading, "Sign up for Budokai or be an embarrassment to your friends and family." Yasu slapped his face at the thought as he remembered what that was. He had seen a poster ad roll up to his feet once and advertise a free for all tourney. It was where he wanted to go to get Zeni, however, he pondered if he should considering most people were there to punch each other in spite of new rules that allowed him to manipulate magic, machines, etc. to win.
Yasu stepped towards the building out of curiosity and found a guy with a black business suit sitting at a folding table. He was totally bald but had a fine golden blonde mustache. "Yo, dude, want to be the best in the world?" He chirped.
Yasu stopped and pointed at himself, "Um, I suppose. What do I do?"
The man pushed a pile of papers forward and Yasu strode over to gaze at them. Yoi also came forward only to bounce up and down next to the table. She wanted to view them but Yasu was too tall.
"DEATH INSURANCE - In case of next of kin please fill this out. Some participants have been vaporized in prior matches so danger is present; we have even had the moon explode. We will return the body if can we but also offer this to insure a lump sum of cash to the participant's family."
Yasu signed the bottom line without hesitating.
"VICTORY INSURANCE - Some participants may have won the tourney in the past, however, they have strangely disappeared or left without properly receiving their gift on winning. Please ensure you will stay. All parties who leave will be handed a lesser reward.
Yasu saw a yes and no. He went and marked the yes box. Then chuckled at himself possibly leaving. Nobody would do that.
Finally, the last paper stated, "We need to see you can survive a possible death match. Do you plan to fight plan to fight solo, as a team or simply wish to sponsor yourself?" Yoi then propped herself up on the table with her legs dangling and voiced, "Sign me up too!" Her ears twitched at this lovely idea of a sibling duo but then she pouted. This was because Yasu went to the bottom and crossed the sponsorship box.
He read the final line of the paper that insisted, "This means you have paid good money to ensure your survival. You may be a weak coward or not, but please present our agent
with your entry trophy. Whether you win or not it will be offered as a reward to the tourney's victor.
He ruffled through his tracksuit and pulled out a bulging, folded fighting gi. It was orange in color but so badly ripped and beaten up that it might as well have been trash to most people. Yasu had gotten it from wandering the desert with his scavenging ways and kept it on account it had the words "Victor!" on the front in a small white and black circle. He was sure some nobody of a prior tourney somewhere else won it because it appeared nothing akin to normal WMAT equipment. He passed this and the papers to the man and said, "I think this is valuable enough to give out." Yasu was right! The man spouted tears and set the thing down.
He then clapped his hands together and bellowed, "Please join our tourney! This cashmere silk is astounding fine sire!"
"Cashmire? Cashmire!" Yasu thought as his eyes fell out of his head. Yasu felt Yoi rub his leg and told the tourney official, "Yasu will gladly join and train real hard to take pants off."
Yasu knew she meant, "to knock their pants off." but did not correct her. The man brought out a scale with a big red pad above it and slid it before Yasu.
Then he said, "Punch this thing to see how strong you are. We will test you closer to the event too so you do not cheat." Yasu did as he was ordered and smashed the button with his left fist. It did not break nor budge much. It felt real strong as he pulled his hand away from the punching pad and saw the number 2785 PL. Th man told hm hee was now signed up as he wrote this down and Yasu left to go laze about the big city.
Natural Power Level: 2785
Word Count: 1044
While Yasu bemoaned his situation he drifted about and Yoi had to drag him by the sleeve of his tracksuit so he would not end up a pancake in Orange Star City's streets. He had never been to a city, but understood technology and found himself now sandwiched between it and crowds of people. Yoi seemed to waltz around them with a smile on her lips until he felt her and his whole body stop. Yoi pointed at something and Yasu's eyes glowed white under a huge billboard plastered on the side of a building. It had some guy on it with a big afro and long cape covering a red and white gi. He appeared confident with his folded arms and big smile.
"SATAN!!!" Yoi screeched as she perked up. Yasu felt her grab at his cape he now was carrying under his jacket. She pulled it over his shoulders and cried, "Second coming of SATAN!!!" Yasu had no idea who this was but his brown eyes detected it was an old ad as it badly flickered to another screen. This time reading, "Sign up for Budokai or be an embarrassment to your friends and family." Yasu slapped his face at the thought as he remembered what that was. He had seen a poster ad roll up to his feet once and advertise a free for all tourney. It was where he wanted to go to get Zeni, however, he pondered if he should considering most people were there to punch each other in spite of new rules that allowed him to manipulate magic, machines, etc. to win.
Yasu stepped towards the building out of curiosity and found a guy with a black business suit sitting at a folding table. He was totally bald but had a fine golden blonde mustache. "Yo, dude, want to be the best in the world?" He chirped.
Yasu stopped and pointed at himself, "Um, I suppose. What do I do?"
The man pushed a pile of papers forward and Yasu strode over to gaze at them. Yoi also came forward only to bounce up and down next to the table. She wanted to view them but Yasu was too tall.
"DEATH INSURANCE - In case of next of kin please fill this out. Some participants have been vaporized in prior matches so danger is present; we have even had the moon explode. We will return the body if can we but also offer this to insure a lump sum of cash to the participant's family."
Yasu signed the bottom line without hesitating.
"VICTORY INSURANCE - Some participants may have won the tourney in the past, however, they have strangely disappeared or left without properly receiving their gift on winning. Please ensure you will stay. All parties who leave will be handed a lesser reward.
Yasu saw a yes and no. He went and marked the yes box. Then chuckled at himself possibly leaving. Nobody would do that.
Finally, the last paper stated, "We need to see you can survive a possible death match. Do you plan to fight plan to fight solo, as a team or simply wish to sponsor yourself?" Yoi then propped herself up on the table with her legs dangling and voiced, "Sign me up too!" Her ears twitched at this lovely idea of a sibling duo but then she pouted. This was because Yasu went to the bottom and crossed the sponsorship box.
He read the final line of the paper that insisted, "This means you have paid good money to ensure your survival. You may be a weak coward or not, but please present our agent
with your entry trophy. Whether you win or not it will be offered as a reward to the tourney's victor.
He ruffled through his tracksuit and pulled out a bulging, folded fighting gi. It was orange in color but so badly ripped and beaten up that it might as well have been trash to most people. Yasu had gotten it from wandering the desert with his scavenging ways and kept it on account it had the words "Victor!" on the front in a small white and black circle. He was sure some nobody of a prior tourney somewhere else won it because it appeared nothing akin to normal WMAT equipment. He passed this and the papers to the man and said, "I think this is valuable enough to give out." Yasu was right! The man spouted tears and set the thing down.
He then clapped his hands together and bellowed, "Please join our tourney! This cashmere silk is astounding fine sire!"
"Cashmire? Cashmire!" Yasu thought as his eyes fell out of his head. Yasu felt Yoi rub his leg and told the tourney official, "Yasu will gladly join and train real hard to take pants off."
Yasu knew she meant, "to knock their pants off." but did not correct her. The man brought out a scale with a big red pad above it and slid it before Yasu.
Then he said, "Punch this thing to see how strong you are. We will test you closer to the event too so you do not cheat." Yasu did as he was ordered and smashed the button with his left fist. It did not break nor budge much. It felt real strong as he pulled his hand away from the punching pad and saw the number 2785 PL. Th man told hm hee was now signed up as he wrote this down and Yasu left to go laze about the big city.
Natural Power Level: 2785
Word Count: 1044