Welcome back, pugilists of the stars, to the thirty-seventh installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest. I'm your host, Wong, and you are as usual Admiral Roarke S. Starwind of the Iron Kestrels, currently the dominant pirate power in the region and pilot of the still-undefeated Knuckle Kaiser.
Last time, you learned the meaning of the phrase "let sleeping tigers lie" and began your hand-to-hand training with the Undefeated, the mysterious old man of Auditorium.
>20 minutes later, captcha let Wong post the OP and then worked fine on all successive tests
Seriously, it decided to do the whole "you must copypaste this text to post" nonsense, only the post button wouldn't show up and it was clipping through the threads below it. Now it's fine, but Amuro DAMN it that was annoying.
Jason Anderson
Did you try setting it to wombo?
Lucas Moore
After eating dinner with the Undefeated and telling him your story, you cleaned the fishing equipment and assorted knicknacks out of the guest bedroom and got some sleep.
The next day started at the moment Auditorium's artificial day cycle began. The morning run wasn't so bad, but it would have been a lot easier without the Undefeated riding piggyback on your shoulders and Domon chasing you with orders to bite your ankles if you slowed down. This new exercise, though? This one you aren't sure about at all.
"Master, why do you want me to punch sand?" You look down into the oversized flowerpot, packed full of gritty, yellow-brown sediment.
The Undefeated laughs, "Didn't you feel when I hit you the first time, boy? Killing a man with your bare fists is about more than just technique, it's a matter of toughening your skin." You must still look skeptical, because he sighs and turns towards a nearby pine tree, "I needed more firewood anyway. You want proof that it works? Watch. I'll show you that my methods aren't just talk." Without putting much effort behind it or bothering to take a stance, he makes a fist, bends his arm, and launches a swift jab into the rough wood.
...and with a sharp crack, like a gunshot, the tree splinters and starts to sway. The old man turns to grin at you as the tree begins to topple towards him, and right before you're about to shout a warning he lifts his hand overhead and catches it, "This is the power of humanity, once you overcome the limits your mind imposes on your body." He shrugs, and throws the main trunk bodily to the ground, "I'll have you chop that up later. It's good for your back. After you've mastered punching sand, we'll move you up to smooth gravel, then rough gravel, then rocks, then broken glass shards. That's going to be the biggest pain. Glass and sand are more or less the same thing, so your training essentially goes full circle."
You start punching.
[Continued]
Charles Murphy
Master Asia, you are the best master.
Jayden Rogers
Can't wait till we learn to destory mechs worh our hands
Carter Diaz
"More intensity, put your hips into it! You aren't in space, and you don't have microthrusters in your elbows to cheat in your natural body!"
You look at him curiously, and he shrugs, "I still watch the news out here, I'm familiar with your mech."
Domon yawns, curling up on the pine needles and resting his fuzzy chin on his massive paws.
"No slacking off!" The Undefeated's slipper-clad foot slices through the air less than an inch above Domon's ears, making the huge cat yowl and cower, "Go, you have chores too!" The old man points off into the woods. The tiger gets up, looking extremely sorry for himself and looking reproachfully over his shoulder at you as he slinks off.
Tiny clouds of sediment puff up from the surface of the jar as you continue punching. It isn't all that difficult, yet, but it is tedious...
>[Ask about him] >[Ask about his fighting style] >[Ask about Domon]
Austin Rivera
>Ask about him >Ask about his fighting style
Blake Rogers
>>[Ask about him] >>[Ask about his fighting style] >>[Ask about Domon] Ask everything
Elijah Foster
>>[Ask about him] >>[Ask about his fighting style] >>[Ask about Domon] Is Domon looking for his brother?
