Can we Build it? [Training]

[Kairin]

Now would be the final test of truth, as Kairin lifted up the near-finish wall to move it so that he would better be able to start sizing it down into a rectangular prism as opposed to some sort of concrete slab with defined edge. A more or less destroyed building would do, it's not like any damage to the other side of what he was going to be punching in but a few minutes really mattered. Looking down the concrete slab from a few different angles, Kairin picked a few spots he could tell needed major work. Fine tuning could honestly just come at the end, if necessary at all. Having perfectly straight walls was nice and all, but it was quite doubtful that anyone in the future who might live in a house made by him would have a picture to frame, or at least couldn't find a half-decent place to put it up.

Beginning to aim precise blows to the obtuse areas, he was probably being overly careful so as not to waste all of his time and effort, and of course it would not go in vain. Little by little the concrete would be coming closer to the size he wanted it, that is to say from that side alone. Things were moving at a little bit faster than a snail's pace, but if that is what it took then that it was it was going to receive. It was by no means perfect, but for just this once it would appear as if the perfectionist inside of Kairin was not really giving a rat's ass, as he carefully placed the object on the ground, the remaining side to fix pointed towards the sky above his head. All of this work, and he still wasn't technically one fifth of the way done with his manual labor.

Repeating what he had just done to the other side although a little bit different in direction, the concrete was beginning to form into what was really considered a rectangular prism. For the most part the edges were straight, although in no means especially smooth. When all was said and done, it was a pretty well rounded wall, so Kairin took extra care of it when he lifted it, and walked it over to the foundation. There he would lay it down on one of its flat sides, where it would remain until it had two others just like it, and one resembling it, although with a door near the center of it. Speaking of which he hadn't thought about a door until now; hopefully he wouldn't have forgotten if the through of the rest of the work ahead of him didn't pop into his brain even if just for a moment.

[Kairin]

With one of four sides now done, this was where he figured he was getting along pretty well. He had nearby material for another wall to be made, after which it would probably be getting near the time to start thinking about dinner, even if that only happens once more raw materials are found and secured within a semi close vicinity to his current location, which all in all was pretty much like a the head quarters of the entire operation he was performing. It's not like he needed a building for it, because that was what he was here to make, but all the same the concept didn't change. Walking over, maybe he would take a different approach in terms of shaping the even larger slab of concrete...? Nah, what had worked earlier would work this time, it would just be a matter of making sure all the walls were roughly the same size in the end.

With the brass knuckles back where they belonged, Kairin would just start whacking at the "wall" as it crumbled underneath the force of his blows; he had gotten used to the hardness of the material so he would have an easier job of what he was doing now. Things took practice to do, and overtime you develop better ways to do whatever it is you're doing. This was a prime example of it, although more than once or twice Kairin came extremely close to the line he did not want to go past. So long as he didn't go overboard it was not that big of an issue, it was just if he miscalculated trajectory or force, then he might end up having to make the other wall smaller, or rotating where he was going to have the wall stand up from.

Hit, smash, crumble. Once again what was in front of the teenager was basically a messed up slab of concrete, as enormous as it was, with just one flat edge. Everything except that one edge was deformed and not exactly one shape, but instead just completely random. The earlier destruction of the City had left little resources behind, and this just proved how not even what was left behind was completely useful. It took the hard labor of an extremely fit fighter for the forces of good to shape it, although if he knew and special tricks with Ki that would probably have made this thing take about 20 hours left. Oh well, at this point he was a more physical fighter, so that's just the path he would have to take in terms of life.

[Kairin]

Doing the same routine he had used before with the now ready to be put up wall of concrete, Kairin would place the work-in-progress so that the now flat end was in contact with the ground, while he held onto the massive object. Using his ability, more or less, to fly, he would hold the thing stead with one hand, and start smashing at it with the other. This was not a very fast process as opposed to when he has both hands free for some good old demolition, but it certainly was the safer and overall better method, as he would be able to match up the slop of the edges to be as close to ninety each as he physically could without having to whip out any sort of tool or instrument. He was going off of eye, and just had to rely on his own body to do the job instead of a piece of metal.

is right hand was really starting to show signs of cramping and minor fatigue, but it wasn't anything too serious. Deciding he would just give it a moment to stretch and relax after this edge was complete, which with every waking moment it was being dwindled down, the job was getting closer and closer. You had to give it Kairin, he really hadn't taken a break today except for lunch, and that as a whole was probably thirty minutes at best. Not to mention part of that thirty minutes was dealing with the goons, actually finding what he was going to eat, and then returning to keep working as the cooking process began. A break sounded like an ice ordeal and everything, but it was just the will to advance that was keeping the teen from stopping, a trait about him that was in no means helpful all of the time.

The job would be put on hold once the top and bottom walls were completely "sanded down" to perfection, or at least as much perfection as was being dragged out of the teen. Taking the brass knuckles off of his hands and putting them back in his pocket, Karite would grip his right palm with the fingers on his left hand, and pull back. It might not be the ideal time to be stretching, but hopefully it would relieve some of the tension that was beginning to pile up inside of his appendage; tearing a muscle from this would do nothing in the end except put him back, and that was not part of today's agenda. He was training to further him along the path of the way to defeating Freiza, one building a time...

[Kairin]

Power levels were being sensed, and there was a large multitude of them closing in on him. They seemed to be coming from on direct direction, and they were in no way just a random group of people, but instead seemed like a group who were going to a set direction for whatever reasoning they had for it. Having a bad feeling about this, Karite would place the concrete object down with a bit of care, though he was pretty doubtful just how easy it was going to be to break it. Gravity was truly a devastating force, because no matter how much you work to overcome it, it will never completely go away. Getting the brass knuckles back out, he was done with stretching and would divert his attention to a new thing just temporarily; he was really not getting the best of luck from any side huh?

Perching on top of a large structure about fifteen meters away from where he was looking, Kairin was scoping out the direction all of the power levels were coming from, although they were being well hidden by all of the rubble and such that was present. After a few moments he would begin to see the figures as they were getting closer, and they were dressed in the same type of garb as the three goon he had disposed of earlier. Was it possible that these were the higher ups of them? It would be a fun process in finding out, although a typical response he would probably get would be questioning as to whether or not he was the one responsible for beating up three of their comrades; no, he was not expecting them to have any sort of intellect at all. They would rely simply on their underdeveloped muscles and bad fighting styles.

"HEY YOU!" he would hear a center figure yelling at him, probably either the head honcho of the group, or the one sent out to take charge of this little pact. From what he could tell there was more than a dozen people total, but no more than two dozen. It was a smart thing to bring in a bit of back up, but combined their power level was still relatively lot when compared to some of the more advanced life forms that lives on Earth, or anyone who actually gave two shits about training their body for a rightful cause such as defeating Frieza. "WE'RE GONNA PUMMEL YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!" Not exactly the words Kairin would have picked, but that wasn't his choice either. Maybe this could add some fun into his training; that, or just be another nuisance to deal with.

[Kairin]

"Look guys, I understand that you might not exactly be all too thrilled that the punks who attacked me were not enough to compare to my strength, but I assure you that I genuinely meant no harm to them, and I forgive you. Also, that you stand no chance whatsoever in terms of fighting me, and that I don't think I'm going to be giving you a chance to get away. Welcome to Hell boys; just think about this times a million and that's the terror the people who live here have been feeling for the past fifteen years. I assure to you that it won't be delightful at all, so it's best you brace yourself and hope I don't accidentally kill you, because no one can be sure where in the next world you're going to end up."

With that small speech given, Kairin would start off by firing two Ki Blasts at the ground in front of him, which would both kick dust up as well as send fear through all of the men. Chances are none of them could fly, let alone materialize their Ki in an attack such as the one he had just shown them. The fight was over before it even started, and no real muscles had to be exerted to show that. While all of the men just tried to comprehend what they had witnessed, Kairin would be moving around at an incredible speed compared to the guys in front of him, totaling them in as a small army of nineteen people. A decent amount if they had a nineteenth the power the teen had, although that was not the case as things turned out. Time to show them what he meant by Hell.

With his brass knuckles ready for some pummeling of their own, Kairin would pick out two men who were the farthest away from the one who had shouted at him. Sending four punches in total, each of which had been aimed at a separate leg of the two men, they would be incapacitated. Something or another was just completely shattered, trying to get up let alone doing the feat itself was not going to end well. For the rest of the fight they would just lie down helplessly, should they not end up crying themselves into unconsciousness. Two down, only a mere seventeen left to give nightmares to. If he was a truly evil person he would be having fun, but sadly he was only proving a point and trying to keep the peace in this already poverty-run area of the world.

[Kairin]

Deciding to leave the man for last, Kairin would not waste a step as he moved to and fro between all of the men. Not every movement had to be an offensive one, getting into their heads was also part of it to give them a more lasting effect; then again, a broken assortment of bones is pretty long lasting. Whenever Kairin was close enough for one of the men to hit him, they would attempt to send a punch at him, but the only thing that they would end up hitting was air, because by the time their reactions and reflexes caught up to time, Kairin was a dozen meters away. None of them would even prove to be a challenge, it was probably more humane for him to just strike them all in their stomach and watch as they fall into a state of unconsciousness. Oh well, this would have to do for now.

Back on the offensive Kairin would grab a particularly large and bulky man from the back, and lift him over his own head. For all the muscles that he was showing, none of them would be useful if they could not manage to make contact with the object. This was a good example, as the bulkiness of the man's muscles was not allowing him to reach back and touch Kairin, who would be zipping through to crowd with the same velocity as before, almost as if picking up the man had not done anything. Temporarily that may be the case, but if he kept this up he would be draining himself of his own energy, and end up not being able to complete both jobs to the fullest extent of his true ability.

There was a cluster of three men with their backs to one another, probably figuring they were safer in a group than being individuals on the battlefield. Had this been against someone who couldn't just speed through the defense then it may have been a useful tactic, but the man would come shooting out of Kairin's hands towards them, making a fast and hard hit to a particularly small man. Feeling a little bad for them, he had taken down six of the eighteen men, and had the captain as a dessert. Seeing to end this quickly, the brass knuckles would be put away as Kairin was preparing for precision strikes, knowing the neck was a particularly exposed part of the body.

[Kairin]

Visualizing all of the targets in his mind, due to the nature of his Ki Sensing, he could determine a couple of different paths to take which would lead to them all being down and for the count. It didn't really matter which one he took, so he picked the first one that came to mind, and began karate chopping the men near the neck. The force would not be enough to kill them, but instead skillfully send a shock which would result in them falling unconscious to the floor, probably waking up in a couple of hours. Twelve in total remained before it would be time to take care of the last of the crew, which would be a little bit slower than all of this, where he was trying not to hurt them too much, but still clearly get his message portrayed across the board.

Hit. Hit. Two down, ten down to go. He was blur in the air as the men were looking in the direction of their falling comrades, fearing that they would be the next one to go. It was surprising that none of them had yet to run away, although he would give it another ten seconds or so before saying none of them had tried. Dropping another one who had been standing right next to a very thin man, the one still standing would beginning running off, tripping over a pile of debris which he had not taken into account. Feeling a little sad, Kairin would do the same to him, and turn around to face the seven men still standing.

It was good that this was not really taking a lot of time to deal with, and they knew that they were no longer welcomed here. Two more were dropped, with only four remaining. They would come together surrounding their "boss," although it was futile. All that was truly doing was bringing all of them in closer together so that Kairin did not have to use his legs so much. Appearing directly in front of them about two meters away, he would take three small steps forward, before using his afterimage to give the appearance he had not gone in for the ending blow. All four of them men surrounding the center figure were in sleep away land, and an extremely scared looking man was all that was left, though he didn't exactly look it. Inside it was clear his true feeling was that of being afraid. One interesting thing was that his single power level was about twice of all the others combined, though that wasn't saying much.

[Kairin]

Probably seeing that he had no way out of this, the man would charge towards Kairin, who had returned back to the spot roughly two meters away. Smiling, no movement to flee was made, but instead he was allowing the man to full on hit him square in the face. The man was a bit hasty, celebrating from having defeated what he called a, "Menace," although everyone else [basically just Kairin] knew that he was quite the opposite. Laughing, the man would quickly realize that he had done little to nothing to Kairin as a whole, except for giving a nosebleed due to the lack of force needed to induce such an injury. Now it was time for a whole season of pain, after a short commercial for how to get yourself in the worst possible place when a teen goes crazy.

Shooting his right arm out, Kairin would grab the collar of the man and lift him up. He stood at a mere 5'7", which compared to Kairin was nothing to be bragging. His feet were at least a foot off of the earth as Kairin was walking while carrying him, spouting out things like, "Do you like being a complete dickhead to other people?" or "I hope you realize how karma works, because I will personally give you your fair share of 'bad luck' for what you've been trying to do to myself, although more important to those around here. I understand this place is overrun by poverty, but you just make me want to give up hope and return home so that I don't have to continue looked at your disgusting face. Be glad I don't kill you, although I made not promises..."

Throwing the man up, Kairin would point both of his index fingers and slightly bend his knees so that he was basically farther forward than before. A large rep of quick succession hits from his fingers would end up with a lot of pain, and little true damage. There were no signs of injury or anything you could see, it was just the fact that what he had done to the man worked over time, and as the dozens of little jabs in the same exact point on the body came into effect, the man barely caught himself as he landed, throwing up there and then. Kairin would get out of the way, let when had to come out come out, and then give a nice knock to the man's side with his good friend... right foot. Finished there, he didn't think of group was going to be trying any more mercenary actions, and if they did then Kairin would find out... and not be so nice.

[Kairin]

Now that there was just about nothing else that could get in his way aside from the forces of nature, Kairin would stretch his arms. Finding the concrete he had been sculpting, it was time to get back to the labor of hitting it with his brass knuckles so that in the end it was a more or less perfect rectangular prism. Two of the edges were thus far flat, leaving two more edges as well as the sides. The smell of the pig from lunch could almost be tasted, but if he didn't push himself to the limit both mentally and physically, then he was only receiving one end of his potential increase, so to widen his spectrum it was better just to suffer through. Once everything was as it was before the gang showed up, Kairin would be holding onto the concrete ready to get smashing.

Due to what had happened earlier he would be favoring his left hand for now, holding the object with his right hand and beginning to chip down on the edge to his left. While he was not perfectly ambidextrous, the strength in both his right and left hand was practically the same, although the hand eye coordination might not be perfectly level. It was going along pretty smoothly thus far, but he didn't want to test himself in terms of how careful he could be while simply not using his dominant hand. It lied along a pretty close edge, but there were just a few parts that he would need to fine tune.

Feeling the strength in his right hand back up to full potential, he would firmly hold onto the concrete with his left hand, and begin getting the last of the four sides up to par. Something about him made the process feel like it only took five minutes, and in actuality maybe that truly was all that it too. The other three being perfect made the one seem sort of whack, so Kairin would jump over the concrete to the opposite side, so that he would easily be able to fix it with his right. Once that was done and done he would take a look at the finished wall to get an idea for the thickness the wall should be. Marking it down, he was closing in on more or less the half way point of this little game. What else could go wrong?

[Kairin]

As far as Kairin could tell he had a total of three obs, that being each of the sides as well as altering it so that it was the same size as the already finished product. He would quickly get to work in terms of trimming down the concrete so that it could fit the standards already set. Basically he would just get one of the sides and make it so that it was on a more or less even surface. Then he would do the same to the other side, where it would first begin to take shape as a true rectangular prism. Of course it was much too large to be used, this was basically the largest he would at this point use the wall as, it was just out of uniform measures that all of the walls were made the same size and such. So that it just looked nice for anyone considering it as a shelter, though it they are within that group they probably don't have much room to complain.

Already knowing the dimensions of what he wanted, Kairin would start at the top and get down to a point, basically as if he had just removed a rounded off section of concrete. That was as tall as he needed to make the wall, so he would work his way in a straight line across so that it all was the same size. The same would be done about the width, though there was not as much of a change in the overall dimensions of the wall. Finally would be the thickness, which was simply a pain to do, since he basically would have to go all across the concrete to do correctly. Luckily he already had one of the sides pretty near perfect, so he would just have to chip down on the other side.

As fun as that all was to be doing, after about an hour and a half of labor what needed to be done was completed, so he could just pick up the slab of concrete, and place it on top of the other wall to compare. At first he had placed it facing the wrong direction, so it had been too long and not wide enough when really it was just about hitting the mark. From the looks of it they were pretty identical in size, sure not matching up perfectly or anything, but Kairin was just too tired at this point to really feel like doing something about it. He had met the standards in which he would begin eating dinner, so if after his meal he felt the need to make more alterations he would; at the most he was only going to be doing on more wall anyways. The true construction would probably happen tomorrow after a night of rest.

[Kairin]

As far as Kairin could tell he had a total of three obs, that being each of the sides as well as altering it so that it was the same size as the already finished product. He would quickly get to work in terms of trimming down the concrete so that it could fit the standards already set. Basically he would just get one of the sides and make it so that it was on a more or less even surface. Then he would do the same to the other side, where it would first begin to take shape as a true rectangular prism. Of course it was much too large to be used, this was basically the largest he would at this point use the wall as, it was just out of uniform measures that all of the walls were made the same size and such. So that it just looked nice for anyone considering it as a shelter, though it they are within that group they probably don't have much room to complain.

Already knowing the dimensions of what he wanted, Kairin would start at the top and get down to a point, basically as if he had just removed a rounded off section of concrete. That was as tall as he needed to make the wall, so he would work his way in a straight line across so that it all was the same size. The same would be done about the width, though there was not as much of a change in the overall dimensions of the wall. Finally would be the thickness, which was simply a pain to do, since he basically would have to go all across the concrete to do correctly. Luckily he already had one of the sides pretty near perfect, so he would just have to chip down on the other side.

As fun as that all was to be doing, after about an hour and a half of labor what needed to be done was completed, so he could just pick up the slab of concrete, and place it on top of the other wall to compare. At first he had placed it facing the wrong direction, so it had been too long and not wide enough when really it was just about hitting the mark. From the looks of it they were pretty identical in size, sure not matching up perfectly or anything, but Kairin was just too tired at this point to really feel like doing something about it. He had met the standards in which he would begin eating dinner, so if after his meal he felt the need to make more alterations he would; at the most he was only going to be doing on more wall anyways. The true construction would probably happen tomorrow after a night of rest.

[Kairin]

Walking over to the pile of sticks that he had purposely not used in the fire during lunch for this occasion, a small fire would be made through the friction of the same straight stick used earlier that afternoon. A spark would be seen as the first log caught fire, and from there he would begin feeding it more and more fuel... of sorts. The boar had just been laying there doing nothing, but when the fire was a half decent size he would make sure that the part that still had flesh on it was closest to the fire, leaving it there not too long. It needed a bit of heat in it, hopefully still retaining a majority of the moisture so as not to lose the best part of a good meal. Leaving that there to let the fire take care of business, Kairin had not really realized just how thirsty and dehydrated his body was. If he didn't get some water soon, his body could end up failing on him.

Remembering from when he was going to gather his meal there was a small body of water, it had seemed like a pretty pure source. Heading back in that direction, he could feel his body twitching a little of when he was not paying a lot of attention, he would over time lose some altitude even though at this point he should be used to flying in a straight line while maintaining a precise distance from the upper-most layer of the earth. The body of water would come into site, and the boy would quickly descend right into it, which was followed by him cupping his hands to get the liquid in his hands. From there it was transferred into his mouth, where at first it was hesitantly ingested, though soon he could tell that it was as pure and the wilderness had to offer in this part of the world.

Although he had gotten a little wet in the process, it was nothing that he wouldn't just be able to live with as he continued working. The meat would be nice and warm upon arrival, making Kairin think of doing nothing aside from sitting down by the fire, and hastily devouring what meat was left on the bones of the pig. He had tried to make sure that an equal amount was eaten for lunch as he had for dinner, although maybe he had misjudged just how much there was on the creature, because it was plentiful. Eating his full, he couldn't completely get the meat on the bone into his body, which really was a rare sight to behold. Using one of the ear bones as a toothpick, his mouth was somewhat cleaned, as he turned around to admire the work he had so far completed.

[Kairin]

Suddenly a bolt of lightning would come down from the heavens and strike the two pieces of art that had been carefully sculpted for the use of others. Well, I guess no new house was being built anytime soon by this teen, he would probably need a while to cool down from his efforts of kindness going out in vain, even if the physical strength that was gained didn't just vanish. Out of the well being for the person whom he was he was there slaving instead of working out like he loved back at home, and what had to happen? Someone up above him decided to let one loose, and it just had to struck that which he was there for. That's it, he was done there, if nature could not appreciate the hard work he was trying to do for the sake of others, then he wouldn't simply not care about them either.

Anger would suddenly burst through him, and for a split second he could not completely control himself. A Ki Blast would be sent where the lightning had struck, completely demolishing both the foundation as well as the cracked pieces of concrete. How in hell does lightning even pick concrete as the object which it is going to strike? His brain and thinking skills being pushed out of the way because of his fluctuating hormones as well as emotions, it didn't matter. The only thing he had left to do now was return home, and if anyone asked him why he was not there, though he couldn't even think of anyone who would do so, they would get some made up answer on the spot.

Taking flight, the direction to his house was not defined, nor could it be defined. He was a man of the city, living in whatever abandoned warehouse he thought was cozy, or tree which did not have many lights around for people to perhaps see him in the middle of the night. Wherever in general he felt safe, he would reside for the night, knowing that his system had enough food and water to last until the next afternoon; not that he planned on sleeping in until then, Heroes needed sleep, but they also needed a schedule to keep them along the path to freedom, and in this case it was an internal alarm clock which woke himself up at roughly 6:30; training started at 6:45. Any later than that, and he was losing his touch.

[exit]