Dragonball Universe: The Ragnarok Saga [IC]

[New Rnclave]

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Dragonball Universe: The Ragnarok Saga

Introduction:

The small watery planet known as Earth has known peace for many centuries. From humble beginnings, this peaceful world has slowly but surely asserted itself as place where science and mysticism mix. Led by King Endymion IV, the people of Earth are content, and ready to expand their borders into the larger universe. Although the same could not be said of the Universe as a whole. For many years, the powerful Planetary Trade Organisation held sway under the mighty Emperor Gelid. Although a tyrannical leader, Gelid kept peace over his realm. Ten years ago, however, this peace shattered when Gelid died, dividing his empire between his three children. His two sons quickly turned against each other, and an uneasy cold war exists.
Unknown to the people of Earth, they are about to experience the fallout of this conflict. Currently, however, the mightiest warriors from across the planet gather for the yearly "Strongest under the Heavens Tournament", hosted by the King of Earth himself. Among those gathered are not quite what they seem, however....

[Britanania]

King Endymion

The young King looked at the assembled crowd. Thousands upon thousands had gathered for the "Strongest under the Heavens Tournament", nearly as many people who gathered for Endymion's own coronation.

In a world such as ours, perhaps this is all the excitement the people receive As the masses quieted down, Endymion cleared his throat.

"Hello and welcome! Today is a special day for all of us, when at the closing ceremony we will crown one of our own as the "Strongest under the Heavens". I wish all of you participating good luck, and I hope for a wonderful tournament!"

Unbeknown to the young King, however, the relative peace Earth enjoyed since his forefathers conquered the lands nearly a millennium ago is soon to be shattered irrevocably...

Glacia

The Supreme Mistress of the Northern Quadrant sat in her hover pod sipping wine watching screens. The conflict between her brothers was currently in a lull, and Glacia was growing a little bored. She yawned as the doors opened, revealing her prize possession; the Saiyan warrior Spicer. The Saiyan bowed before his Lady.

"Your Majesty, our sensors detect the emergence of a space-age civilisation within our borders. The third planet of the Sol System."

"Oh yes, the nature reserve."

"Not anymore, Your Majesty. It appears that they have reached a level of technology that nullifies the Treaty of Planet Gelid 737. You may now deal with them as you please" The Arcosian female smiled wickedly.

"Very well, we shall go at once and see what this planet has to offer"

[Gurori]

Hikari

Crowds of people filled the stadium, everyone and their dog was there! It was the same at the signup booth and in the middle of it all was Hikari, a young monkey-tailed boy with potential. This was far different to the village that he grew up in but he managed to adjust.

[Mundeo]

"Come on, Kuro! The tournament's about to start!"

Several spectators grunted as a teenage boy shoved through them, wearing his favorite shirt of his favorite fighter; Ichi Panchi, the Warrior with the Flaming Fists. Surely, he was the strongest under the heavens. As the disgruntled spectators returned to their positions, they were forced to move again as another boy kindly maneuvered his way through them, barely avoiding hitting someone. Unlike his friend, this boy did not share his enthusiasm.

"Yuji, you don't have to shove!" He said, reaching his overexcited friend at their seats; front row. He didn't see the point, coming down here all the way from North City to sit in the front row of a glorified boxing match, where one beefed up beefcake punches another beefed up beefcake until one is left standing. Kuro never understood how violence could be such a spectacle.

"I still don't get why you dragged me along, Yuji" Kuro moaned, earning a shove from his friend.

"Don't be such a buzzkill, Kuro! I've been saving up for these tickets all year!" Yuji said, beaming. "I had to work at Nama's sushi joint on the weekends for this! Trust me, you'll love it!" Yuji, turned and refused to take his attention off of the arena, and Kuro sighed.

Yeah, I'll definitely love this. It might as well be the end of the world...

[Camaalbakrius]

Amelia sat in the back of the stadium, as she preferred seeing the fights from far away. She sat down in her chair and became situated. She had already made what her friends called "Her nest," where she was surrounded by food and her backpack and schoolwork. I have to get my schoolwork done or else mom will kill me. Try not to get too distracted this time ok? she thought to herself. She picked up a bag of chips which was leaning against her chair and began to eat them like someone would eat Popcorn at a movie. She seemed not even to notice that she was eating, and it seemed somewhat robotic, as she was focusing her attention on the Arena to see who would fight first.

[Saint Morning]

The sound of high pitch laughter and shouts of excitement echoed throughout the stadium. The excitement for the up-coming battles was almost palpable and, on more than one occasion, had members of the crowd had to be escorted out for causing trouble.

The sounds of footsteps echoed throughout the halls of the upper level of the stadium, where the upper-class were given the chance to view the event from the comforts of an air-conditioned room. A group of individuals, decked out with high tech military gadgets and clothing, would steadily make their way towards a well-guarded door. The sentry standing guard nodded at them and allowed them access to the room; the door creaking opened as they stepped in.

The King of Earth, Endymion, stood tall on the balcony of the room. He portrayed no fear or any signs of anxiousness as he gave his speech. Emphasizing his skills as a powerful and skilled ruler despite his young age. The group of would suddenly disperse until there stood only two people; however, unlike the others they wore more civilian-style clothing.

The remaining two individuals were a man sporting a well-maintained beard that was trimmed closely to his face sporting a blue, striped suit and tie. A young woman, appearing to be in her late teens with short, with straight, brown, locks that barely reached past her shoulders. She wore clothing that contrasted with the attire of the man that stood beside her. A simply black t-shirt with three conjoined golden hearts on it and a pair of short denim pants and green sneakers.

The guards station at the balcony nodded at the two as they walked past. The King would hear clapping behind him and if he turned around he would see that it was the man who would bow instantly. “Wonderful speech sire. Don’t you agree Tabella?” The man inquired turning his gaze towards the teen.

“Yeah, whatever dad.” The teen, now identified as Tabella, agreed although it was clear that she didn’t care.
The sun soaked their forms with sunlight which was reflected of a circular orb that hung around Tabella’s neck. On said orb, the symbol of two stars would be presence.

[Britanania]

King Endymion

With his speech over and the festivities opening the tournament beginning, the young King turned to the two remaining members of his entourage. Endymion smiled as he clasped Brieve's right hand.

"Storm, glad you could be here. Before I forget, I have to thank you for launching those new satellites. Earth has made its first moves out into the larger universe, all thanks to you." He then turned his attention to Tabella. Her ennui brought a different type of smile to the King's face.

A girl who has everything, with a future perhaps greater than my own, and yet she views everything in the same, bored way. Remarkable, and yet refreshing It was then that he noticed the orb around her neck.

"Tabella, may I ask, where did you get that orb?"

[Sichem]

David Rothstein

Too many people! Stranger danger! Stranger danger! Oh, this popcorn has a lot of salt on it...

These were the thoughts that ran through David's head as he sat at the very top of the array of spectator lines, and munched on a huge bag of popcorn, before the event even began. The people who were supposed to sit near him had already moved black to avoid the noise and the flying pieces of the eating teenager, but he didn't mind. Didn't mind too much. Wait, am I not supposed to be in that building near the arena? Eh, whatever. I'll get to my fight fast enough.

[Saint Morning]

King Endymion

With his speech over and the festivities opening the tournament beginning, the young King turned to the two remaining members of his entourage. Endymion smiled as he clasped Brieve's right hand.

"Storm, glad you could be here. Before I forget, I have to thank you for launching those new satellites. Earth has made its first moves out into the larger universe, all thanks to you." He then turned his attention to Tabella. Her ennui brought a different type of smile to the King's face.

A girl who has everything, with a future perhaps greater than my own, and yet she views everything in the same, bored way. Remarkable, and yet refreshing It was then that he noticed the orb around her neck.

"Tabella, may I ask, where did you get that orb?"

Storm Brieve, seemed to basked in the praise given to him by the King. “No need to thank me your majesty. I’m just doing my job.” The scientist claimed as he straightened his posture. “But if I’m going to be completely honest… If not for Tabella’s help I don’t think we would have launched as quickly as we did.” The scientist glanced towards his daughter who had completely tuned the two out by this point. He sighed. “My apologize my liege… you know how teenagers are these days.”

When the King inquired about the orb around Tabella’s neck the brunette’s brown eyes flickered over towards him. Raising her fingers towards the orange orb she gently ran her hand over it as she told the King where she got it from. “I found it in my basement while I was looking for some old blueprints.” She explained rather curtly before folding her arms and approaching the ledge.

“So. When are the fighters suppose to do some actual fighting?” She inquired. Slightly annoyed that the event was taking so long to start. “I came here to see a friend fight... yet there is a distinct lack of fighting.” She stated.

“Tabella!” Storm Brieve scolded before apologizing to the King once more.

[Britanania]

King Endymion

The King chuckled at the girl's responses.

This spitfire is going to cause a lot of problems one day. Still, she is a polymath in every sense of the word. So young, and yet able to create machines beyond the comprehension of Earth's greatest minds? Something about that orb is off, however. It glows with a mystical light. Where have I seen it before

Endymion sauntered over to the ledge where Tabella stood. He turned to her father.

"It's all right, Storm. She means no disrespect. Well small lady, the tournament should begin any moment now, once the first contestants are in place."

[Narintia]

Aonori
Arlia.
Today's mission was to take it. "Again..." Aonori thought angrily
"Glacia treats me like shit, for gods sakes. She sends me on the worst missions, and now I have to take a stinking wasteland? God help me... I might go insane from all this madness." She looked out of her space pod. The planet was poor as fuck. "Another timewaster. Well, if anything gave me satisfaction, its this." Pointing her finger down, she fired a death beam that imploded the planet.
"Lovely fireworks, eh?" She thought before getting back into her pod and heading to headquarters.

[Camaalbakrius]

Somewhere in distant Space...
A small pod blasted through the vacuum of space, hurdling forward to some unknown destination. It was a small pod, only large enough for one, but it was zooming across the stars at amazing speeds. Inside the pod, a strange creature lay dormant, his eyes closed and seemingly crunched up into a ball in order to fit in the pod. The creature was pink in his form, and he seemed to be sleeping as if in some sort of hibernation state.

Suddenly a small light began to flash inside the pod. A voice spoke from a side speaker, saying "Travel update: Destination moving towards small unpopular planet. Calculated arrival time: 3 hours" Suddenly the creature awoke from its hibernating state and sat up in his small chair which was built into the pod. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. The blaring lights and constant noise kept him from falling back asleep. As he opened his eyes to look around, he said "Thank you, computer. Keep me posted." The lights and the noise suddenly stopped, and the pod was back to its original silence.

The creature looked around and said "Well, what can I do for three hours. Hmm. Ah! Right." The creature reached his hand towards his feet and pulled out a collection of Comic books that he got when going to other planets. The creature was only 16, and he loved reading comic books. He thought it was a good way to spend his free time. At least until he had something important to do.

[Danceria]

Space...the Final Frontier...(Well, actually in the asteroid belt)
The medium sized spaceship of alien origins rocketed through the rather sparse "Asteroid Field", if such a pathetic belt of dust could even be called that. However, this indicated that the solar system the ship was headed towards was well developed, no unpredictable planet bursts.

The sole inhabitant of the spaceship spent the better part of the week training, hibernating, meditating, and watching various Spacenet shows. There was only so much a Saiyan could do in a SemiBolic Space Vessel (SBSV), and like many in her species, she was vulnerable to boredom.
While in the middle of another bout of lifting weights under 270 XG (Times standard gravity of Earth), the computer updated with a verbal announcement. "As per travel preprogramming plan number Alpha 2, contact with Cloak Command is now being established."

The Saiyan female dropped the barbell and rolled her shoulders, cracking them "Finally! I was about to go stir crazy from lack of comns..." she sauntered over to the main monitor "What's up Whitecloak? Glad to see you're still in one piece."

The figure known as "Whitecloak" was a green skinned pointy-eared extraterrestrial, who smiled warmly at the Saiyan woman rearing to go "We're all still in one piece, since you're about an hour and a half before you reach planetside, I'd figure I'd update our mission."

"We have reason to believe that not only are there Saiyan Survivors on this planet, but due to it being a Tier 4 civilization*, the PTO will be swinging by. Your mission is twofold, find the Saiyans and convince them to join the Resistance, cover the planet until either myself, or "Greycloak" heads over to the planet to set up defenses. Sooner or later, the PTO's gonna want to see if they cash in on or crush this planet. You need to work fast."

"Yeah, yeah..." she yawned and glanced over the computer's analysis of the planet. "Lucky for us, there's a fighting tourney going on. That'll surely draw any pure blooded Saiyan...or at least someone with decent ki..."

A light flashed onscreen roughly near where the fifth planet and largest gas giant of the system was. "Uh-oh..." the female Saiyan looked at the specific screen and zoomed in on a small pod rocketing towards the planet. "We've got company..." "Whitecloak" frowned "Yeah, I'm seein' it...looks like a standard issue hibernation pod. PTO stuff. Looks unmarked and doesn't have a signal, it's going in quiet like us..."

"Think it's PTO?"

Whitecloak shook his head "It'd be almost a year before the PTO would visit this backwater planet...but you can't be too careful. Find that tourney, Blackcloak, and kick the ass of any PTO who gets in your way...quietly."

The Saiyan smiled with mischief and the light of battle-lust in her eye. A week of isolation does that to you...
"You know me Whitecloak." she smiled as she made her way to the escape pod. "I never go in quiet..."

*As per the official Halo Civilization Tier Classification Chart, in which indicates they are an early space faring civilization

[Britanania]

Glacia

Princess Glacia was still sitting in her chair has her ship sped towards the Planet Earth when Spicer returned and bowed behind the Arcosian.

"Mistress, Aonori has returned from her mission to Arlia. Per your instructions, the planet was completely razed; there were no survivors worth bringing back." Her back towards Spicer, Glacia smiled. Aonori was a skilled and powerful Saiyan, despite her young age.

She might even be a match for Spicer one day Glacia turned towards her old friend.

"Have Aonori brought in for a new assignment."

With a salute, the powerful warrior left to fetch the young Saiyan.

[Sichem]

David Rothstein

"Excuse me! Excuse me! VIP coming through!" David muttered and exclaimed as he pushed through the spectator crowds to hurry for his fight before the announcer gave the win to the opponent due to him being absent. "Excuse me! Pregnant woman in serious need of penis surgery coming through! Excuse me! Alzheimer patient seeking for love mate coming through! Jew running from Holocaust coming through!" Okay, I've offended enough people here. And here we go... the Saiyan thought as he leaped over the low border between the spectator areas and the arena, and quickly leaped on the stage.

"9... Oh! Combatant David has arrived to his fight!" the sunglasses wearing announced shouted as he stopped his countdown. Next to him was a tall old man with a long white coat, smiling with his eyes closed, yet seemingly aware of the surroundings and David's entrance to the arena. Too creepy. Abort fight?

Yes/No

David.exe is not responding... Wait, what the hell am I doing? Oh, yeah, this guy looks focused. Probably a defense focused fighter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, with the match between the young arrival from West City David Rothstein and the famous martial arts master Hizuko, the World Martial Arts Tournament begins now!"

With these words spoken by the announcer, the entire arena calmed down in the blink of an eye, watching the spectacle. Neither David nor Hizuko were moving, though - one was confused and the other one was waiting for the amateur to attack with blunt force...

David spoke first: "So, uh, old man, can you surrender now or something?" Hope this works... Hizuko almost instantly snapped out of his focus, surprised and almost infuriated by the demand, and responded with:

"Wh-who do you think you are to just ask an opponent to surrender?"

"Look, man, I can shoot lasers from my hands, feet, mouth and other more private body parts, so clearly I am superior to everyone in every way, shape and form. I don't feel like fighting an old grunt."

Hizuko sighed. "You arrogant children always ruin this event for me. There's nobody worthwhile to fight."

In the blink of an eye, he vanished from his position and appeared in front of David to chop him in the neck and knock him out there, but, to his surprise and dismay, he only hit this air, only to receive a kick from the back.

"I guess your facade didn't last long." David commented. Hizuko stood back up with a lot of pain in his back, and muttered:

"A cunning strategy... getting me out of focus with taunts... What martial arts school are you from?"

"Oh, I don't do that thing, I'm a fighting postmodernist." David replied. "I play a lot of online fighting games, though."

The idea that some untrained urban runt put him on his knees only made the martial artist more and more infuriated, and outright pissed off. Now was no time for playing games with this cocky freak. A flash of golden energy sparkled on the master's right index finger. Hizuko turned around at full speed, screamed out:

"MURDER FLASH!" and fired a narrow golden beam out of the finger. It slammed into David's chest and blew him back a bit while putting a little bit of smoke and scratches on it, but nothing permanent. Down, Right, B!

"Hey, I can do that too! SUPER DUPER AMAZING BEAM, TOTALLY BETTER THAN STINKY MURDER FLASH!" he exclaimed and fired a blue energy wave from both of his hands. Hizuko was planning to dodge it, but it was going too fast. He was going to block it, but it was too strong and blasted him right into the wall of the arena, resulting in a ring-out, as well as pretty much knocking him unconscious.

"I guess you can call that a little bit of a culture shock!" No laughing. "G-guys? Get it? Because he looks Asian and he thought I will lose because I'm someone from a city... get it? Okay..."

"And the winner of this surprisingly short match is the talent from West City, David Rothstein!" the announcer exclaimed while running up to David and lifting his hand up. As if this was a boxing match. Which it wasn't.

I guess I should go to that building behind me now. That's where all the freaks are at.

[Narintia]

Aonori
Her space pod entered the headquarters of the PTO. She parked it in her own personal ship, designed by herself. Taken from when she and the Omega Tokusentai razed the Alternlia planet, it was her ship she used for transporting goods or slaves.
All that was forgotten as Spicer approached her. "Lady Glacia needs my presence? I'll go now." She said, grabbing her purple scouter.
After making it to her throne, she bowed down on the ground.
"What do you require, Lady Glacia?" She spoke with a clear voice.

[New Rnclave]

Kale: Tournament Grounds

Today was the big day. The day of the World Martial Arts tournament. Of course the event was only big because Tabella was here. After hounding his adoptive father for months, Mr.Brieve had decided to allow Kale the opportunity to fight in the tournament. Attempting to weave through the crowd, the casually dressed teen groaned loudly as another group of older women stopped directly in front of him to chit chat.

Come on! I'm gonna be late!

Being late meant he was disqualified! And after months of sitting through boring martial arts classes, Kale hardly wanted to see all that time he spent, mostly sleeping through classes, go down the shitter. This was his day after all! Usually his sister was the focus of everyone's attention , whether it be the tabloids or at home. Now it was his turn to be the center of attention, and Kale didn't plan to let it go to waste!

" Come on people!" Kale shouted over the mob, his voice echoing across the grounds at an octave well above any normal human.

" I've got a tournament to win!"

[Britanania]

Glacia

The Princess of the Northwas facing the window, watching as her ship moved towards Earth. After several minutes of keeping Aonari waiting, she finally turned and faced the young Saiyan.

"You have distinguished yourself, Aonari. The destruction of Arlia confirms your use in the PTO." She paused for a moment, slowly walking towards the bowed Saiyan. She lifted Aonari's chin and looked at the warrior in the eyes, with an almost hypnotic glare

"I'm promoting you to Division Commander. You may assemble your own team when the time comes, but before this is finalised, I have a mission for you. In several hours we will reach the third planet of the Sol System. You are to go down and recruit any warriors deemed worthy, and destroy any resistance to our rule."

[Camaalbakrius]

Amelia watched as the first fight unfolded, and it was over as soon as it started. "Well that was kinda boring" she said to herself, continuing to eat her chips. "So far this has been somewhat uneventful. Hopefully things will get more interesting." She looked around the stadium because she was bored and she saw the room in which the King was watching from. She thought to herself here's the King in there.. but suddenly her gaze shifted to someone else. There was a girl in the room where the Kings was. She was old, maybe even Amelia's own age. But it was what was around her neck that caught Amelia's attention. A small orange orb with stars in it. It seemed a bit bigger than most people would prefer necklaces to be, and she became a bit curious. She quickly shoved off her curiosity when she remembered that she had homework to do.

[Mundeo]

Kuro Hitsuji

The first match began with only one combatant. As the countdown towards disqualification began, Yuji joined the majority of the crowd in booing the missing combatant. Kuro only sighed.

It looks like one of the beefcakes had the wise idea of not showing up.

Kuro had to eat his own thoughts soon after, as the mystery man showed up before the announcer could finish the countdown, and the crowd roared. "Alright! Let's get this thing started!" Yuji screamed, making Kuro cover his ears. The first fight then began, but Kuro didn't pay any attention. One guy punched the other, then the other guy punch back, with Yuji cheering every now and then, it was all so predictable. Kuro started to doze off, daydreaming about his home in North City. The scene began to change to a man, the man he has always seen in his dreams. Who is he?

Then, the lasers started flying.

"Yooooooooooooooooo!" Yuji howled, snapping Kuro out of his daydream. The beams were at first interesting, but in the end it was still one man beating another to a pulp. It was a sad use for what was to Kuro a scientific wonder; air focused into a confined space and ignited to create a ball of solid plasma; at that's what Kuro believed. What else could it be? Magic? Spiritual energy? That's just a bunch of nonsense! The fight was soon over, with the man who almost didn't bother showing up being the victor. Figures, it's always the ones with attitude that win.

"Wasn't that awesome, Kuro? That was totally awesome!" Yuji said with a nudge.

"Yeah. Awesome" Kuro replied dryly. Then, someone shouted over the crowd, stating that he had a tournament to win. "Really? I think we're gonna have too much wit in this stadium" He remarked under his breath.

[New Neros]

Michael Mir

He was tall and muscular, that much was apparent, as he idly stood near the action, at the closest set of seats to the arena. However, Michael's armor drew attention, marking him as either a contestant or a madman, and whichever he was, people kept their distance. It bothered him slightly, but didn't psyche him out, intently watching the first fight develop from an almost no-show into a show-stopper, the smart mouthed contestant being the clear victor and superior all-around opponent. "Hmm." Michael hummed to himself, "He seems interesting, no?" He leaned over and said to an on-looker, who quickly replied.

"Y-Yeah, David Rothstein. Young guy, but a lot of heart." The man explained, "You know anything else about him?"

"No. I know only what I've seen, and it doesn't look too great. I hate to harp, but he lacks conviction and interest, but that's just my own opinion, for what it's worth."

"I understand, I came to see Hizuko and now I'm out of a bet, that bastard kid just waltzed in at the last second and barely lifted a finger."

"Oh? You follow the fights? Any other interesting contestants to look out for?"

"They're all great looking this year actually, a lot of new faces and first timers. You know what? We weren't properly introduced. My name's Bert Wasong, nice to meet you." The pudgy middle-aged man said, extending a hand out to Michael, who carefully shook it with his gauntlet. "And er, not to make a rude comment, but any reason for the armor?"

Michael gave Bert a smirk, "I'm Michael Mir... Killer Mike, Mad Mir, what have you." He calmly informed the man, whose eyes went wide with his jaw slightly agape. "To tell the truth, I like the look of power armor. It gives off an aura of intimidation, throws off opponents into what you're capable of. Some might think my power comes from the armor, others think I use it for protection. In truth, I made it from scratch and like wearing it."

"I... I didn't know you were a competitor, haha." Bert said, "You look like someone who can go a long ways in the tournament, I'll be rooting for you."

Giving the man a kind smile, Michael replied, "Thank you, I appreciate that. Though, I'm wondering how long I'll have to wait to get in the arena, I'm starting to itch for a fight."

"And the next round shall be... Norn Calypso and Michael Mir!"

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At the mention of his name, Michael gave a wave to his conversational partner and jumped over the barrier, walking in the grass and stepping into the arena, his metallic boots clacking on the tiles. He scanned the crowd as they cheered, unintentionally giving off a potent stare, though he was only looking for his opponent. Across from where Michael had been, a large burly man made an incredible display of power by leaping from his seat in the middle row all the way to the arena, slamming his feet down and cracking the tiles without any sign of injury.

This man had long, deep black hair, no shirt, and muscle tone that bodybuilders would kill for. Slightly taller than Michael the two approached the center of the arena, the cheering crowd becoming deafening. "I am a man of few words, but as the man said, I am Norn Calypso. It is absolutely dreadful that you have to face me for your first fight." The walking mass of muscle said, his deep voice emitting testosterone and all sorts of manliness.

"First fight?" Michael asked, "I've been in plenty, and this one will be no different." Norn did not reply, but simply stared at the armored man before him. Both were toned and powerful, but neither knew to what extent the other was. Tensions was held high in the air, with the referee prompting them to both take up their combat stances. Norn lowered his center of gravity, bringing his right fist close to his face and leaving the left outwards and slightly angled, while Michael brought both of his fists up, placing the flats of his wrists against his temples, leaving his elbows a little bit below his chin.

"Begin!"

Norn shot forward instantly, closing the distance between him and Michael and swinging his left arm. Michael stepped backwards and turned, allowing the fist to land soundly into his abdomen, a sound-barrier breaking CRACK sending shock waves around the arena. To the amazement of Norn and all in the stadium, the blow didn't even budge Michael, who remained exactly where he stood. Tearing away his fist in disbelief, Norn leapt back, underestimating his opponent by some margin. Michael broke his stance and looked at his gauntlet-covered hands, remarking, "You came at me with everything in the first instant. Not bad, not bad at all." Steam rose from Michael's stomach region and Norn's left fist from the heat produced by the impact. "But I think there's something more."

Without warning, another thunderous boom shook the arena, Michael extending both hands in front of him to block a single, unexpected punch from Norn, his heels actually digging into the tiles that time. "You talk too much." Norn replied, using the opportunity to land an impressive uppercut on Michael's jaw, causing the man to take a step back. Intending to capitalize on that, Norn moved forward to grapple Michael's body, only to meet the man's forehead on the back of Norn's skull. Collapsing to the ground and smashing his face against the tile, cracking a few, Michael placed both hands on Norn's upper chest region.

"The martial artists call it ki." He explained, "But it has nothing to do with the mind, body, and soul or some inner peace, or even the spirit. It's charged plasma bound by a sphere of electromagnetism, at least that's what I can imitate." Michael continued, small zaps of lightning flashing between his fingers as a fast-spinning ball of energetic particles formed under his palms, point blank at Norn's chest, "If it was anyone but me, you might have won, but now, you won't." Michael calmly stated, the ball of plasma rapidly expanding and suddenly exploding, coating the arena in smoke.

With Norn laying completely unconscious and unresponsive, Michael stood to the side, both hands steaming, and was declared the victor with thunderous applause. "And after a potent why-you-suck speech, Michael Mir from Sector 42 is the winner of our second match!"

[Gurori]

Hikari

Hikari was wading his way through the crowds, desperately trying to find the arena so he could make it to his own fight. However after a while of wading, he found himself in what appeared to be the spectator area. "Nononono I can't be late..." He thought to himself. He was lost among the hundreds of thousands of spectators. "Great..."

[Britanania]

King Endymion

The King watched intently as the first fight were underway. Endymion, arguably one of the strongest humans on Earth, participated in the "Strongest under the Heaves Tournament" three years previously, winning the title for himself. Since his ascension, however, Endymion has ceased participating in tournaments and serves only as a spectator. But his love for martial arts have not ceased, and this year was proving a wonderful one.

Endymion was impressed by the youngster, David from West City. At 16, David was easily one of the youngest contestants to reach this far.

Even if he doesn't win this year, he has a bright future ahead of him

The King was more impressed, however, by Michael Mir's fight. Mir was a fighting genius, it seemed. His use of ki was nearly superhuman, it was beyond comprehension.

I would love to go a few rounds with him sometime. It would be a match for the centuries.

As they waited for the next round to begin, Endymion called one of his servants to bring him and his guests refreshments. It was looking like a beautiful day indeed.

[Mundeo]

Kuro Hitsuji

The fights continued, and for the first few, the only enjoyment Kuro found in them was predicting who the victor would be based off of how much attitude they had, with one hundred percent accuracy. After that, however, it just got boring. Even Ichi Panchi went up for a fight and won, making Yuji scream loud enough to give Kuro permanent hearing damage.

"So... predictable" Kuro moaned behind Yuji's cheering. The first round wasn't even over yet. He wondered how his father was doing back in North City. Doing something productive, most likely. Once again Kuro drifted into a daydream, and the image of the mysterious man appeared before him once again. Seriously, who is he? This time, his attention was brought back into reality as he felt something across his back, like tiny bristles tickling his spine. He shuddered and turned around to see a boy, about his age by the looks, but what came to him as odd was what was behind the boy. A tail. A brown, monkey-like tail, listlessly waving about like it was nobody's business. Of course, this boy was as well late to the tournament. At this point, Kuro was surprised that any of the fighters actually showed up on time.

"You seem a bit young to be in a fighting tournament" Kuro remarked, turned around to face Hikari. "Especially one for the strongest fighters in the world. Well, what am I saying, one of our many spunky contenders didn't seem much older. The ring is-" He pointed in the direction of where the fighters had gathered, but was quickly pushed out of the way by Yuji, who was eyeing Hikari's tail.

"Whoa! Is that tail real? Do you, like, have some sort of genetic mutation? Or maybe it's a recessive genetic trait that allowed your tail bone to grow?"

[Gurori]

Hikari

"Yes, it is real. Dunno why it's there but it's real..." Hikari said, looking down at the ground. He'd then look over at the arena. "Oh! I gotta get to my fight now!" He leaped into the air and appeared to fly over the crowd, the boy landed inside the ring. "Am I late?"

"N-No... you're not..." The announcer said as he took his sunglasses off for a second before putting them back on. "Okay... Up next is uh... What's your name, kid?"

"Hikari."

"Okay, up next is newcomer Hikari vs one of the greatest martial artists, Kenji Yamanaka!

A rather tall, slim, beefy man entered the ring and looked down at Hikari. "You have some balls if you're willing to fight one of the greatest." The man said as he extended his arm. "Best of luck." He said, to which Hikari too extended his arm and gave Kenji a handshake. They both went to opposite sides of the ring and prepared for their fight.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"FIGHT!"

The two fighters ran at each other, Kenji tried to do a low-sweep kick only for Hikari to jump over his leg and give him a foot to the face. "You rat!" Kenji shouted as he ran at Hikari and grabbed him by the tail, he then swung the child around before throwing him into the air. Kenji proceeded to leap into the air and kick Hikari back down into the ring. However, that wasn't enough to beat the boy as he got up just as Kenji landed, he then ran at the adult and they both exchanged many punches, they'd be moving at unbelievable speeds that the naked eye wouldn't be able to process for a bit before stopping. "Looks like we're evenly matched..." Kenji said.

"It looks that way..." Hikari looked down at his hands for a second. "But can you take this?" He said as he got into position.
"Kaaaaaa-meeeeee-haaaaaa-meeeee......" A blue ball of energy formed between his hands, it glowed brightly and lit the area a bright blue.

"HAAAAAAAA!" He pushed his arms forwards and the ball exploded outwards as an energy wave, it hit Kenji and sent him flying out of the ring.

"And the winner is, Hikari!" A surprised announcer shouted.