An Unexpected Trial Apr 17, 2021 21:09:06 GMT
Post by Callion on Apr 17, 2021 21:09:06 GMT
Mission: Business is Pleasure
Requirements: 1,000 Word Minimum
Rewards: 100z, 20 XP, 40 SP, You can now train with Master Roshi
Description: You have worked long and hard and finally believe you’re ready to train under the legendary master of the Turtle Style, Master Roshi. You can’t believe your luck when you discover he’s noticed you! However, he requires a payment of some sort… he tells you to find the most beautiful girl possible and bring her back to his island for him to judge her beauty, oh, and for you to pick up some truffles and dirty magazines while you’re at it. He’s said that this is so he can judge your skills...apparently.
Of all requirements to be trained by the Legendary Master of this planet… Finding a beautiful woman, truffles, and dirty magazine was by FAR the most bizarre demands that Callion had ever received from a trainer. Then again, the Saiyan Monk went through such trials and unusual requirements for training before back on the Planet Lapen, where he had to meditate for hours on end as a child… Doing absolutely nothing. But that taught him the art of relaxation, commuting with one’s self, and patience above all else. To Callion, whilst an unusual request to be fulfilled, was honestly a simple demand.
West City was the best place to start looking in the relative terms of Dirty Magazines, and beautiful women. To him, he took visiting the local pawn shop, acquiring a handful of dirty magazines and a good selection of truffles with a calm straight face, with many bashful, even brightly coloured cheeks from the vast civilians seeing him collecting such naughty books, a few parents having to cover their children’s faces. Callion raised an eyebrow at some of the people, and even having to remain calm with the innocent, though unaware human child began pulling on the Saiyan’s tail.
After making his way out of the pawn shop, with his long, Saiyan tail still very much intact from a child’s pulling playfully. His ears perked up; he could hear a distinct shouting coming from one of the alleyways not too far from his position. His eyes glared, taking off into the sky whilst his ears remained opened. In his mind, he began to focus, the sounds of the streets below began to quiet down as he heard what appeared to be a man demanding Zeni from a woman, with said lady trying desperately to fight back but failing against the attacking thief.
Callion slowly fell, landing on the pavement directly at the entrance. From there, his eyes spotted the commotion happening right at the far back of the blocked off alley. The woman, in her late 20’s; gorgeous blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes with a curvaceous frame with red lipstick, and a blue silky dress down on the floor, with her hands up to protect herself. The man; late 30’s, all dressed up in black, with a face mask to cover his identity, armed with a primed pistol, laughing manically. It was a very tense situation to help the woman… But one that the Saiyan Monk could not allow this to continue any longer.
The thief heard the noises of footsteps making their way towards him, with a sharp turn he glared and saw Callion heading the very direction. He didn’t appear to be a cop, or even a member of the law for that matter. But even still, he was going to take the money or die trying. With a forceful hand, and a scream from the woman, the man helped the gun right at the woman’s head. Tears began to fall from her eyes, fear and panic began to consume her.
“Ohohohoh~ Oh, well now that’s far enough. Why don’t you stop right there before I blow this pretty little lady’s head clean off?” The masked villain called out to Callion, but to no avail, the Saiyan continued to slowly walk in a straight line. Such open defiance from a man who held a hostage by gun point was unexpected, but also only made the opposing threat angrier. “H-Hey! Didn’t you hear what I JUST said!? Stop where you are, or I am going to kill this woman!! Do it NOW!!” he roared, pushing the gun into the side of the woman’s face, panting and hyperventilating insured. “M-Mr. Please! Just do what he says! I-I don’t want to die!!” The woman pleaded to Callion, who seemingly continued to move forward, regardless of the threats and even a life in danger.
The thief began to sweat more, the hand holding the gun began to shake, the thief getting more and more worried as the Saiyan approached. He began to now point the gun at Callion, completely forgetting the woman entirely. “L-LOOK! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! STOP RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-“In that instant, Callion appeared as though he teleported directly infront of the thief, the human villain’s eyes shrank at how fast the Saiyan got up close and personal in his person, he coil and throbbed in pain in a mere second, looking down to see a large fist making a direct hit on the man’s stomach. The knees gave way, the robber slowly fell backwards unconscious from such a devastating one punch hit. Silence filled the alleyway, the woman starred at the fallen thief that once acted so high and mighty, full of villainy and sin… Now just a broken man, knocked out by a single punch from the man with an unusual monkey like tail. The woman got up and embraced Callion in a hug.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you ever so much sir! That man was going to kill me, but… But why didn’t you stop when he threatened you the first time?” The blonde haired, gorgeous woman asked. The Saiyan looked down, still holding the bag that was full of dirty magazines and truffles simply replied thusly:
“Because he would’ve killed you no matter if I agreed to his terms or not.”
The woman’s eyes widened, looking down from Callion’s explanation… She couldn’t help but feel like his words were cold, but contained shards of truth. She began to cry, resting her head on his chest. The Saiyan had an upset look on his face, and quietly sighed. His hands shook for a moment before slowly giving the woman a comforting embrace. “Please miss… No more tears. It’s over now. You are safe. I know this is a very bad time to ask but…” The woman smiled, wiping the now wet mascara from her eyes, seemingly more than happy to repay the debt she now owned to him.
“O-Oh please, tell me if there is anything I can do to repay you rescuing me. I’ll do anything!” The woman said with a smile, looking up to the Saiyan. Callion sweat dropped, letting out a sigh. “Well…. Alright, I will explain on the way.” In that moment, the Saiyan gently picked the Earthling woman up, carrying the lady as though she was a princess and took off into the sky. From what was once a warm blush on her cheeks, immediately made her yelp when she flew in the sky with Callion, she held onto the Monk for dear life, watching her travel from the City all the way over to Master Roshi’s place, where the wise old man waited.
Callion had explained the situation on the way, and while the girl was grossed out to hear that his Soon-to-be master wanted to see a gorgeous girl in order to be accepted in his training regiment, she knew that the only way to repay such a debt was to strike a pose so good, that Roshi would simply HAD to accept the Saiyan. Roshi smiled deviously, he watched Callion return to the Island with not only the request of magazines and truffles in the bag, but also a gorgeous woman in his arms.
Master Roshi welcomed both Callion and the beautiful girl to his Island, the Saiyan Monk presenting the Truffles and Dirty Magazines to the Dirty Old Man, which his pervy smile and devilish grin spoke a thousand words. As the two were talking, the woman called out to Callion…
What followed afterwards was the woman striking a rather sexy pose, her voice sweet as honey asking the ‘Handsome Master’ to accept Callion as his new student.
Roshi’s reaction? An immediate thumbs up, blood bursting out of his nose, and collapsing backwards. In that order.
Needless to say… Callion had now became a student under the Legendary Turtle Master.
Word Count: 1,320
Total Word Count: 1,320
Requirements: 1,000 Word Minimum