Futility [Cooler]

[Yoshiro Mifune]

It wasn't a secret that Mifune hated his job. He hated being a member of the Red Ribbon Army. He hated wearing the emblem. He hated fighting under their banner. He hated aiding their missions. But everyone in the Red Ribbon Army (Or at least, the important members of the Red Ribbon Army) knew something else about Mifune. They knew that he was powerless to fight back against them. To tear off the emblem on his uniform. To fight against their banner or disrupt their missions. He had to work for them, whether he liked it or not, because they would kill his family otherwise. Nevermind beings such as Frieza or the Androids, the Generals alone were probably capable of overpowering him. They could kill his family and he would be able to do nothing.

It was the futility of resistance that made him abandon his pride as a swordsman.

So naturally, he wouldn't disobey them when he was ordered to sit atop one of the buildings of South City and observe the city with a scouter, to be sure not to let anything slip past him. Should he need to catch up with anyone who dared to be a rebel and go against the order of the Red Ribbon Army, a hover scooter rested on the rooftop nearby. He sat cross-legged on the rooftop, his eyes scanning the data on his scouter. Nothing was amiss. Nothing was happening. For now, his blade remained sheathed, residing in his lap. There was no need to draw it. Mifune, in all his lack of glory, did not need to fight today. For that, at the very least, he was grateful. Another day where he could not harm anyone was a day well-spent, in his opinion. But that was when his scouter went off.

Somewhere nearby, a huge power level filled the area. It astonished Mifune to know there were beings capable of this level of power. His eyes sharpened and he looked around. This was the kind of power Lord Frieza would possess. Then he thought to himself - could it be?! Standing upright, he clutched his sword in his left hand, but did not draw it yet. Looking up, he could see a figure in the sky - purple and white, but it wasn't Frieza. But that could only mean one other person. Raising his arm in salute, he spoke.

"Lord Cooler" he addressed his superior. If ever there was a man who could make chills run down his spine simply by existing, it was this man.

[Cooler]

As Cooler traveled across the high and setting azure sky of the autumn noon, swirling clouds would pass by. The tyrant would drift through the sky in an accelerated speed as the gravity and pressure around him would all be compressed through his enormous power level. Cooler let it all out unlike the other small villains who hid theirs. There was no one in the galaxy who could stand equal to this tyrant as he does not fear anyone.That's right even his brother Frieza is currently no match for him...The even matched thing was all of a past!As the tyrant traveled through within his little high tech floating chair, he'd come across a small city which he would come stop by after hearing the voice of a certain someone calling him. Descending from the altitudes slowly the tyrant would depot himself within the mid air as he stops in front of this unknown half beast and human creature. Who could it be?

''Who are you...? I've never met you before... You have any business with me?''

The Galactical Ruler spoke out righteously in a menacing tone showing his aggressivity while staring at the composing of this furry man... Cooler feared nothing while standing there staring at this strange creature thought he is rather surprised.Most people would run off or be crushed just by standing next to him from his obliterating and overwhelming power though this guy would be different. It would seem that there would be a huge gap if we were to compare his PL with that of a normal person or alien...As Cooler stood up there highly above showing his dominant aura, he'd suddenly have a few interest toward this certain ''beast''

''Say you... I'm sure your not someone normal or at least not from any of that I've seen or faced on other planets before...I'd have to say ,you do have quite a few PL level there. Mind showing it all to me?''

It was rare for Cooler to ever praise someone though this would be the case by the plain fact that by deduction, there would be no one as strong as him that he has sensed so far.No namekians or any of those brief monkeys called ''Saiyans''. Cooler looked rather happy upon this opportunity and is currently looking rather forward toward his PL.About how much it will increase actually!

''You can feel yourself lucky... I don't praise about a lot of people..''

[Yoshiro Mifune]

"My apologies, Lord Cooler" he began, bowing towards this ruler. Of course, it would be foolish to address this man without introducing himself. Standing back upright, he looked into the man's eyes and felt a fear like nothing he'd felt before. There was a reason this man was considered so terrifying - his power was unlike anything he'd felt before. He couldn't sense Ki, but you'd have to be a fool not to notice the way Lord Cooler practically radiated power. It was different to ki. It was more like he exuded pure strength. "My name is Yoshiro Mifune, a Soldier of the Red Ribbon Army" he introduced himself, staring up towards the man. He expected many things of Lord Cooler, but he didn't expect what he would say next.

He was praising him? Lord Cooler was actually commenting on his strength, apparently feeling his Power Level. Needless to say, Mifune was a little surprised. Surely he was nothing compared to Lord Cooler, but it seemed the man was interested in seeing his skills. He hesitated, just for a moment, as he took a grip of the hilt of his sword, sliding it part-way out of his scabbard. Lord Cooler even went as far as to say he was lucky, that he did not often consider paying attention to people or commenting on their strength. Mifune stared upwards nodding. "If you wish to see all of my power, Lord Cooler, then I shall oblige" he remarked, his eyes focused on the powerful man floating above.

"Isshiki: Iai Entenka!" he spoke, suddenly leaping high into the sky. He couldn't fly, he knew, but someone as strong as him - especially a rabbit furry as strong as he was - was at least capable of jumping extremely high. As he drew his sword a bright flash shone outwards from the blade itself, blinding anyone who stared into it. Naturally, this would include Lord Cooler. Mifune's own eyes remained shut as he concentrated only on the sound of Lord Cooler's movements. With his blade drawn he swung in the same movement, bringing it down upon Lord Cooler's torso. He doubted this technique would work, knowing who his opponent was, but it was worth a shot at the very least.

[Cooler]

''Good...''

As the great tyrant nodded while putting a small satisfied smile upon the left corner of his cheeks, he could have felt all the intense murdering intentions that there were into this blade strike. Blind upon a gaze and quick like the wind itself though just not enough to stand against this galactical ruler. A straight slash from a sword came upright toward him though Cooler'd take a few space back using a quick transmission technique to try and avoid it. The transmission is most likely quick as sound, though there was still a chance that such unpredictable slash could hit the lord so if it were to ever hit upon Cooler. His body would be covered by various length of white bonned armor that is almost hard as metal itself having the utility of an armor. The tyrant wouldn't be worried that much because both ways wouldn't have done really much of a damage upon him, though the speed for a normal being was pretty impressive.

''Now that's what we are talking about hehehe...''

As Cooler's smile from few minute ago began to become that of a larger and marvelous intended one, the prince would quickly descend from the sky in an intense gravity of rush seeing how a big crater upon the city street surface would be created by the sudden impact, just below his feets.The street whom he float on few minutes ago was nothing but plain dust in the air as cars and trees lifted from the very ground.Citizens would be running outreagously, as Cooler extended one of his arms toward the beast, he'd point out one of his fingers.

''Well... Why don't we fight on the ground? Hehe... I'll even prevent myself from using most parts of my body as a handicap! ... This should be fun...''

[Yoshiro Mifune]

Landing on the ground, his arm outstretched with the blade, he watched as the tyrant also landed upon the ground. Such an attack, though fast, was still not enough to hit someone as powerful as Lord Cooler. This tyrant was not just strong, but fast to be able to react while blinded. Sheathing his blade, he readied himself. He'd already revealed his first technique, so using that again was useless. So what then? He'd have to rely on his second technique. Standing in a slight crouch, he held the hilt of his sword firmly whilst his other hand remained on his scabbard, clutching it tightly. His eyes studied the tyrant. He began to speak about how he would hold back and avoid using most of his limbs for the fight. Anyone else might have accused him of arrogance, but Mifune felt it was probably the only thing that could make the fight remotely even.

"If you wish to handicap yourself, I won't stop you" he answered. Now ready to attack again, he kept his grip on the blade's hilt firm and tensed his calves. "Nishiki: Niten Battou" he spoke, suddenly bursting from his position and bolting towards his opponent. In mere moments he'd closed the distance between them and now he drew his blade. In an almost instantaneous swipe he swung at Cooler, aiming for the midsection of his torso. But believing that this strike was the only part of the technique was a grave miscalculation. All of a sudden, following the first strike, the scabbard itself was drawn from his sash and swung right for Cooler's face. Except if it hit, it wouldn't smash into his skull. It would slice into it.

The scabbard had been coated in a razor-sharp cloak of ki for this second strike. Not only was the technique designed to catch the opponent off guard when they thought they had avoided the strike, but by sharpening his scabbard with ki it allowed him to fight with two blades. An effective sword technique if there ever was one. It just remained to be seen if it had any effect on the Changeling.

[Cooler]

As the tyrant stood fiercely upon the ground without any second thoughts another attack from that beast swordsman would come right off the hook though Cooler wouldn't even decide to move one inch from his position deciding to guard his ground. While channeling a small aura of energy upon his left hand index finger, he'd lift it up to use as a weapon or item to collide or more block his sword wave, showing a portion of his power. Now normally an average caliber sword would break easily upon contact with such energy collision upon Cooler's finger, even though though it was only a small portion of his power, though if it were not to break it would at least stop the heat. As the emperor watched down upon this beast man and landed a terrifying smile upon his face he'd stand with ease up on the same position that he was few minutes ago.Not an inch more and not an inch less.

''This is getting quite amusing... Actually this makes a perfect warm-up for me hehehe.... Even thought that your sword skills are greater and higher than the averages, but I'm afraid that no plain ordinary sword is going to pierce through me, especially with only that amount of power that you have put into it...''

Looking at the man while waiting with impatience he'd wait for him to make a next move to see what he has left to show to him. What kind of surprise huh?... Even thought that Cooler has faced a lot of great enemies before none of them were ever wielding a sword which is why this has put so much interest into the young lord so far. Though how long can this keep entertaining the devastating galactical super sexy no matched Lord Cooler?