Nakato Saiyan Warrior (First day in the city)

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Nakato and Flannigan had moved off from their previous spot, before they attracted too much attention, they now stood outside Flannigan’s home, it was an old beaten down house. “Well, this is my home,” Flannigan said, standing beside Nakato, hands on hips, feeling no loss of pride. “Hey look, it’s somewhere to live I guess, it’s not the prettiest, but I don’t spend too much time out here,” Flannigan informed Nakato feeling his disappointment.
Nakato felt sorry for the small man, this is all he had, no family, no wealth. The reality of Nakato’s luck to have a family and to have this opportunity to come here and have his own training session with King Vegeta,
There was only one thing still weighing on his mind, if Flannigan had no home or money and lived so poorly, how did he develop his fine skills?
Flannigan showed Nakato around his “Shack” well that’s the term Flannigan used. It was pretty much barren except for some battle trophies that Flannigan had claimed over the years. They didn’t spend much time around at the shack as soon as they both were settled Flannigan soon rushed Nakato off down to the place he said that would make Nakato push the envelope.
They arrived in an empty street; it was now twilight and had taken about an hour to reach this destination. Nakato was now beginning to trust Flannigan a lot more as the night progressed. Flannigan seemed to still show a bit of chariness towards Nakato; he knew though that Flannigan would not be making any attacks towards him.
They stood alone in an empty street, surrounded by tall buildings which all looked down supervising their actions, clouds formed over any remaining light, Nakato stood still confused, not knowing what in the heck was going on. He stayed still and waited some more, “Uh, what are we doing?” Nakato asked confused, putting on a slight chuckle to lighten the suddenly gloom, dark mood. “You’re obviously not from around here, we waiting for a gang war to start, tonight is the night that two gangs have a fight, I don’t know their names though, and things happen like this in these parts. And as for what we’re doing, well, we’re just two of many random street fighters who will just show up for a good fight, so we’re here to see how things go down and have a good biff,” Flannigan replied calmly. “Oh, ok then,” Nakato replied, he found it hard to believe that a huge war was about to start and that there was so many more surrounding this area staying silent as the two men did now.
Suddenly Nakato heard footsteps, “Careful it’s about to begin,” Flannigan whispered across, now knowing that Nakato was a novice to this. Nakato saw a man approach from one of the buildings, his figure rose, before lowering himself down to the centre of the streets; he then stood there for a few seconds waiting for something.
Nakato felt a brush against his shoulder; he glanced over while stumbling back to see a tall man walk passed him, not bothering to even see who he was. The man was a saiyan; he wore sturdy armour and looked real badass.
It was only seconds before the two men met in the middle on the street, standing upon what would soon erupt in war. Nakato took a breath waiting for it to begin. The two men stood exchanging words, then they both shook hands, and then in a second, from the moment those too hands met, it all began. The whole street exploded in war, Nakato looked to his side in these dire milliseconds, to find Flannigan was already off fighting.
A huge fire exploded onto the street, Nakato was blown back onto his back, and he huffed, that huge. He looked up expecting to see Flannigan ripping his way through waves of men, and to have caused the huge explosion. But no, it had only been about 7 seconds and men had flooded the street firing beams and going wild like apes and in the heart of it all was Flannigan, “You’re coming with me mister,” he cried taking one young man by the scruff of his clothes, he began to drag him away to go one on one with him but was struck on the back with a weak beam. He turned menacingly and shouted out to the beam firer “Hey you want a piece of me?!” before throwing the young man at the firer and charging into another brawl which had just broken out.
Nakato rose to his feet; he felt a rising feeling of excitement. Every saiyan’s dream, to be surrounded by war, it felt great. The adrenaline surging through him, he charged up well before battle, loading his main limbs with lots of ki to produce powerful physical attacks.
He ran into battle, Nakato took only steps before he met a worthy opponent, the man looked really rough and tough, very intimidating. Nakato took him by the arm and slung him around, the momentum kept Nakato’s arms spinning really fast, Nakato released the man. Nakato’s opponent was sent flying overhead into the pack of warriors. Nakato began to feel more like a street fighter the deeper he progressed into the war.
He saw Flannigan up ahead finishing off a few big blokes. Flannigan flew over the crowd and went to meet Nakato. “Hey, what are you doing back ‘ere, follow me and get into the action!” He cried over the shouts of the men and many other explosions.
Flannigan drew Nakato into the action men were being tossed and beams were flying, but Flannigan was a whole other story, he tore his way through various groups of men, flaming them all and burning straight through their armour.
Nakato ran into two men, both seemed to be from the same gang and looked in the hopes of beating Nakato up, He sent out his right up fast into one man. Charging his finger and powering through the man’s armour onto his chest with a ki beam. Then sent the first man rolling back into the crowd, the second man growled and powered a fist into Nakato, this took the wind out of him, and Nakato gasped. His jaw dropped down, he gasped for air over and over. The man was about to go for another when something snapped in Nakato, the sudden realization that this wasn’t just a fight, he could seriously hurt himself in there, he also realized that Flannigan was crazy, and he liked crazy. His eyes widened, as he began to find out what exactly made Flannigan this crazy.
He took the hand of the man, he stopped it about 3 centimetres from his nose, and he pushed it back, charging his hand well. Then bringing it right to the man’s eyes, then firing a ki blast right into his face, the man screamed in pain and doubled back, Nakato laughed, his true royal side was coming out, and there was no stopping him.
He raged through other men, firing endless ki, which his excitement kept up, he ripped through men, firing punches at anyone he could, Flannigan turned to find him mashing up some guy about ten times his size, Flannigan quickly decked the guy he was on and went to go see Nakato.
“You really own it out here, what happened to you, your eyes are wild and your hair is all messed up? You look like you’ve been pounding guys for centuries,” Flannigan exclaimed. “Yeah well, I kind of realized, that I’m out here, in this war, I can’t run in hide. What I mean is, I’m already in too deep to just leave, so it’s time to fight like a mean it and take every breath as my last, thought as my first, and live like never have before,” he said turning away trudging into another wave of men, “That’s the spirit!” Flannigan shouted, laughing. He was amazed, that Nakato could make such a remarkable change in that amount of time. He now fully trusted him, Flannigan felt like Nakato was a friend to be trusted, and it felt good to know you had another man to back you up...
Suddenly a sharp pain erupted onto Flannigan, he fell to the ground, spiralling as he did so, and his vision blurred his body still in shock, remained numb. The last thing he saw was a figure, like the man’s that brushed against Nakato earlier on. Then all went black.
Nakato turned to find Flannigan head up, lying flat on the ground, with one of the gang leaders who shook hands at the start looking over him, “That should stop him, the little fire bug was taking out nearly out whole squad, Nakato filled with anger, he felt outrage that the guy had taken the chance while Flannigan had his back turned, that’s dirty tactics.
Nakato sprinted in; he took on the man arms out, the two locked grips. Nakato held the man’s shoulders and vice versa. Nakato spat out insults at the man, who didn’t seem fazed, “You dirty fighter that was unfair, he would have destroyed you if you hadn’t caught him off guard, I won’t let you leave alive!” Nakato broke the grip and span the man slowly around himself, he then jabbed his knee up forcefully into the gang leaders ribs. Before using his right elbow to hit the man in the back of the neck, the man fell to his feet, his knee giving way, and his body falling in a crumpled heap. Nakato placed his foot onto the man’s back, he sent his arm out straight, and he charged his ki up, dispatching it to his finger. The man grunted and mumbled various curses.
“This is for Flannigan, what you did to him... it wasn’t in the spirit of the saiyan not in the spirit of fair fight, prepare to meet your end,” Nakato cried, he shot a bright beam of ki into the man’s back. Nakato didn’t know for sure if he had killed him. But one thing was for sure, all eyes had turned to him, and all feet began to pick up and charge towards him.
He saw one of the men from the opposing team of the injured leader turn back and say to him, “Thanks dude, now run quick, you can escape while we hold then off, make sure you take your friend,” Nakato nodded in gratitude and raced to pick up Flannigan, one Flannigan was in his arms, he began to run down the street, the way they first came. Men began to leak through the gaps in the defence, Nakato ran, his legs carried him only so far, he began to tire, only his surging ki kept him going, but then the worst happened. He tripped and sent Flannigan a good ten feet out in front of him, about to crash land onto the cement below.
Flannigan did barrel rolls as he travelled through the air still knocked out from the blow, with men surging in a raging crowd ready to kill Nakato, could he be in a worse situation.
The fear rose in Nakato, he remembered the words he said to Flannigan about realizing his in for good, he felt that he couldn’t just let Flannigan roll through the air only to hit the ground, plus for his own sake he had to get out of here before he was killed.
He ki made a huge jump in amount, his feet seemed to keep going, as he was dropping to the ground from his trip, he began to rise again, somehow making the speed and catching Flannigan before he fell. He caught the small man in his arms; Flannigan was surprisingly heavy for someone so small. Nakato looked down to the ground, he couldn’t see his feet, and then realized that he wasn’t running anymore...
He was flying, he darted through the air, the fear of the crowd behind him, and the respect and love (Not love, love, like friendly love) he held for Flannigan made his body push the limits and do whatever to reach Flannigan and escape, it’s amazing was the body could do under pressure, Nakato soon fled from the scene and made it back to Flannigan’s house. He lay inside it, next to Flannigan. He was exhausted, his eyes felt droopy, and they began to close.
It had been a wild ride in the city and he still had a long way to go to get to King Vegeta’s, but now he had learn Bukujutsu, the time he needed would almost nearly half. And boy, would he have a story to tell when he got back....

Bukujutsu Learnt

Old Pl:5132
New Pl:5132

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Well, can I just deduct the stat gain, and instead learn it?

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