Post by Kazuma on Apr 17, 2008 22:04:18 GMT -5
The sky started to dim over the lookout tower, so high. A lone man stood on the open area of the giant white platform, jumping from white tile to white tile. The occasional nicely kept patch of grass would get in his way, but he would jump over them. The large trees would become an obstruction to most, but not to one as quick as Kazuma. As he neared a tree, the Alter User would seem to go right through the trunk. That is, if the person watching was able to keep track of his quick movements. His toned muscles lost a bit of their edge while he was "away," but he was still able to move as fast as he had desired for the powers around the universe. Though he was weak, his speed would make up for the lost power. Though he had this disadvantage, he always tried to hide it. His fist would be the last thing anyone would ever judge. That's what kept him going.
Several hours have passed after his workout began. His weakened body felt like it was working in gravity that he once worked out in ages ago. Though his body was weak, he would soon harvest the rewards. He knew it.
After a long, intense workout of practicing his dodging routines, he needed to eat. Normally he wasn't this hungry, but after being dead for many centuries, training would take its toll on him. He walked over to a table where Mr. Popo was already standing at and grabbed some food which he had prepared. There was a huge array of beefs, chickens, porks, all seasoned to perfection and marinated in Mr. Popo's special marinade. All this started to make Kazuma's stomach growl with enraging hunger. It didn't take him long to finish off all of the delicious food which was prepared. Mr. Popo was shocked, just like he always was with Goku. Though Kazuma was a fast eater, he could never beat the champion of eating and fighting.
Laughing at his thoughts, he placed the final bowl on a large pile of other identical bowls. He smiled with happiness and placed his hands on his stomach. The delicious food would take a while to digest, so he needed to rest. After a few seconds, he fell asleep and dreamed strange dreams about cows, chickens, and pigs returning the favor of the eating. His own eating habits would probably come back to haunt him, but he didn't mind. The food was good, and that's all that mattered.
After about an hour, Kazuma awoke. The sun was down and the temperature was starting to get really cold. The wind was picking up on the tower. The trees and bushes around the white tiles were swaying and making the noise of the wind blowing through them. The sound of Mr. Popo's footsteps startled Kazuma in his half-asleep trance. A smile broadened across his face as Mr. Popo helped him into the main building into a bead, where he would rest the remaining hours of the night away.
Several hours have passed after his workout began. His weakened body felt like it was working in gravity that he once worked out in ages ago. Though his body was weak, he would soon harvest the rewards. He knew it.
After a long, intense workout of practicing his dodging routines, he needed to eat. Normally he wasn't this hungry, but after being dead for many centuries, training would take its toll on him. He walked over to a table where Mr. Popo was already standing at and grabbed some food which he had prepared. There was a huge array of beefs, chickens, porks, all seasoned to perfection and marinated in Mr. Popo's special marinade. All this started to make Kazuma's stomach growl with enraging hunger. It didn't take him long to finish off all of the delicious food which was prepared. Mr. Popo was shocked, just like he always was with Goku. Though Kazuma was a fast eater, he could never beat the champion of eating and fighting.
Laughing at his thoughts, he placed the final bowl on a large pile of other identical bowls. He smiled with happiness and placed his hands on his stomach. The delicious food would take a while to digest, so he needed to rest. After a few seconds, he fell asleep and dreamed strange dreams about cows, chickens, and pigs returning the favor of the eating. His own eating habits would probably come back to haunt him, but he didn't mind. The food was good, and that's all that mattered.
After about an hour, Kazuma awoke. The sun was down and the temperature was starting to get really cold. The wind was picking up on the tower. The trees and bushes around the white tiles were swaying and making the noise of the wind blowing through them. The sound of Mr. Popo's footsteps startled Kazuma in his half-asleep trance. A smile broadened across his face as Mr. Popo helped him into the main building into a bead, where he would rest the remaining hours of the night away.
