The beginning of a legend. Enter! Nanaomi!

The woman lifted her head as she gazed at the sky. Her aspirations of becoming the next World Champion was a huge aspect to her. Of course this meant that she needed to focus on becoming stronger. She needed to become, a beast, as it were. A true force to be reckoned with. Her natural gift at fighting could only take her so far. She needed to train and surpass her own natural strength. She needed to "git gud", and that was a fact. She sighed lightly as her hands folded upon her stomach. The pain was still there, bearable, but still there. Her training told her that controlling her breathing would control the pain. As she stayed breathing lightly, slowly, and fully, she'd find a way to keep herself in top shape despite her disability.

After a hefty sigh she stood up, ready for the next fight. Her master, however, had other plans. The man shook his head and pointed towards the meditation area. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to preform the Iris. A meditative state in which, if it was preformed perfectly one's energy would form in the way of a Budah's many arms would sprout forth and appear during Harmony. A great feat that she has yet been able to preform. Such a sad time indeed. Still, she had no idea the extent of her power. Why? Because she still knew nothing about Kai. And this was what her master used to do everything. He refused to teach her about Kai until she mastered the Iris. Such an annoying aspect if one were to ask her but, she did as her teacher instructed for soon, she'd be strong enough to win her right to claim herself a world Champion.

Almost as if coming from a daze, Nanaomi raised her head to the sky. Her eyes flickering a soft purple light for an instant. She'd lower her gaze to her master as her body entered into a combat stance. This, was perhaps the oddest thing she had ever done but she felt an uncontrollable urge. No, she felt the hunger to fight, to kill, to battle. She needed this. Her eyes focused on her master as she spoke out in a tone she'd never used before. A hunger filled tone, almost demonic in nature. "Apologies Sensei. I can't control this." Her voice barked as she bolted forward. Her eyes narrowed into tunnel vision as she focused solely on her opponent. As her body moved forward, her hair started to flutter abnormally. No, this was nowhere near what would normally happen to any human. This was very inhuman. Her eyes bared down upon the man as they began to shift and change. Almost like a demon staring back at him, those pupils and iris' started to fade away leaving nothing but a blank white space.

If that wasn't creepy enough, her body started to flex slightly. Her wounds, almost instantly gone it appeared, while her movements got, faster? Yes, her movements definitely got faster. In a mere instant, her teacher could see the Iris with in her but it was soon shattered by this lustful hunger for fighting. It was at that moment, her body being several inches from his with a fist poised to collide with her teacher's face that it happened. Every muscle in Nanaomi's body tensed for an instant before they exploded with purple radiant energy. A shockwave erupted from her position of raw energy, power, and wind. Her beautiful brown hair turned a dark purple with a light purple aura flickering around her. She had entered a state that few would know. Her parents, however, could sense it. And in an instant they appeared to gaze upon their daughter with great happiness. That was, before her fist was planted directly into the teacher's face sending him skidding across the grounds through several walls.

Her parents reacted immediately, each one grabbing her wrist and shoulder, holding her there as she flailed wildly. Her body writhing and twisting in an attempt to escape their firm grasp. It was as if she was being held by a force of unimaginable power. She'd slowly look to her mother before smirking in an unbecoming evil smile. Nanaomi's leg lifted before planting directly into her mother's stomach. She wouldn't budge. A soft warming smile escaped Nanaomi's mother's lips as she spoke softly, explaining that it was all going to be ok. Nanaomi herself was getting quite angry. Her energy started to pulse more and more causing the immediate area to shake slightly. The teacher slowly started to walk forward, brushing himself off of debris. His eyes laid firmly upon her figure as he spoke out. "I see you're stronger than you let on." Her mother cut in almost instantly. "She just attained this power. She has an overwhelming urge to kill right now. And currently, it's something that she has no control over. Until she tires herself out I'm afraid she won't be able to control it. We'll explain everything once this is over." The teacher nodded once, never keeping his view off of Nanaomi. Her devilish, blank stare creeping him out slightly. Her body shook, shuddered, and pulsed as the last bits of her energy burst from her body in a violent display.

Finally, Nanaomi would fall limp as her eyes returned to normal. Her mind swimming with regret, fear, anger, and suddenly sleep. She fell unconscious almost the moment she had expelled her last burst of energy trying to escape. It would be during this time her parents would set her down to rest and explain the interesting events to her teacher.
   

Nanaomi finally awoke from her forced slumber to find her teacher staring back at her. With a shifted gaze, she seemed to look past him as her mouth uttered a soft embrace of words in a consoling manner. "Sanimasen, Sensei." She'd offer no other explination nor words of regret aside from those two. Her teacher, with a stern look upon his face simply nodded and started to walk away. He'd motion for her to follow as he started speaking. "I've come to understand exactly what, and who you are miss Sugowara. I know everything abut you now. And that means I know how best to train you. This means your training will become more intense. And more devistating to your body if you can't adapt quickly to it. Do you understand?" Nanaomi nodded as she slowly stood up and walked rather meekly after him. She seemed so drained and so, different. Like she connected with her inner demons and now fights every day to strive above them. It was as if she was overwhelmed by her own shear desire to murder that she now fears her own power. Did she though? Did she truly fear her power or did she relish in it? Perhaps, the joy she felt from being able to lay waste to her teacher in a single punch was what she was scared of. Yes, being afraid of one's power was not something that a good fighter should be.

"You are scared of your strength. Which is understandable. I was not prepared for the level of strength you gained and so I underestimated you. It won't happen again. But I can feel you have untapped power still welling inside of you. This is not your limit. What's more, I can sense that you can rise way above my own power as well. You have a neigh limitless potential and a natural gift for it. You are what we call a natural prodigy. You're talented beyond your means naturally. But with this comes great responsibility. It means you will grow much faster than your peers. So you have to work twice as hard if you wish to control your past paced growth. Do you understand?"

"Hai, Sensei." Was all she said, her body still lurching over a tad from the amount of strain her body was in just hours prior. It seemed that her own body still needed to recover a bit before she would be able to sustain that level of strain again. But this meant she had a high future before her. Yes, a future that could be found in the stars themselves. One day, she hoped to be the strongest on the world. Perhaps, in this universe. And if she could manage it, the strongest in known history. But that would come much later. For today, she needed to focus on the now. The training. "Your goals are now beyond that of the tounrament. Forget about it. It's of no consequence to you. You have much bigger fish to fry. And I'll explain that later. But for now, you will preform Iris." She nodded softly before gently crossing her legs and sitting down. Entering the meditative stance that she was taught, her body would start to loosen as she gently let her power ease through her body. Like the balance she so desired.

*Drip, drip, drip* The sounds of water seemed to slowly drip into Nanaomi's inner lake. The world started to slow to a crawl as she could begin to hear the very sounds of flapping wings from birds and butterflies. Yes, she could feel the life forces of beings around her. It was time. Her body started to slowly lift from the ground as it relaxed into an almost sleep like state. She was almost one with her inner troubles. She needed this to control her powers. To evolve as a person. She needed this to become who she was. And it was now that she finally was able to achieve, the iris. In a brilliant purple light, her body began to glow. And like the statue of Buddah, she appeared in perfect harmony with her inner self. Ready to evolve to the next stage of life. Her teacher would smirk slightly before walking away while talking.

"Good, you've achieved Iris. Now it's time to put your balance to good use. I'm going to force you to learn a technique that no one's created yet." Nanaomi would slowly stand upon the ground and blink in confusion. "How can I learn something that no one's created yet?" The teacher smiled brightly and pointed at her. "Because YOU are going to create it." Nanaomi looked confused for a moment before smirking softly and nodding. "Alright, I see. Then lets get started." She'd say, her voice permiating the air with the resounding thrill of becoming something different. Something greater. Something, new. She loved the idea. Relished in it actually.

------------------Kamehameha--------------------

Nanaomi planted her feet into the ground and entered her kick boxing stance. As she started to jostle around, her teacher spoke up. "Nanaomi, we are going to tap into the natural ability for Ki you have. I sense it's a tad different from mine. So we'll call it Kai. Alright, so I want you to pull your Kai into your hands. You might not be able to see it happen, but you can feel it. Power will well inside your palms. Try it now." Nanaomi nodded softly as her body entered a Karate stance. Her hands would slowly slide forward a tiny bit and open up, palms facing up. Her soft brown eyes closed as her body loosened. She could feel Kai flowing through her. It was the untapped energy she let out before. It felt, heated. Almost hatred fueled. It was a little scary to touch it at first. But slowly, over the course of ten minutes she felt comfortable enough to start using her energy. Manipulating it was at first, a struggle. It didn't seem to want to be molded by her at all. But this experience will make it easier for her in the long run. After the first one, she could just as easily create more. As her hands started to shake slightly, a peculiar purple glow appeared in them. The glow rapidly started to increase in an almost beyond naturally quick pace. So much so her teacher almost felt the need to step in. But Nanaomi managed to gain control of the situation before it, quite literally, blew up in her face.

It felt as though an eternity had passed for Nanaomi, but really it had been only ten minutes. She'd finally be able to control the strength of the energy with in her hands. Yes, it was almost finished. She could sustain it. But something was wrong. It seemed to grow exponentially with out her will for it to. In a quick reaction, she coupled her hands together, palms facing forward as she pointed it towards the sky. The balls collided and mixed before bursting into a long beam that soared through the sky. A single inbred born name came to mind which she said aloud. "Kamehameha." The idea of the attack was prominent in her mind. She knew it. She felt it. She tasted it. And now she could preform it. Kamehameha. A technique that utilized the user's Kai to create a beam of energy that shot forth to strike the opponent. She smirked lightly as her hands outstretched towards the sky on either side.
Slowly, she began to pull them closer to her chest in a Taichi like formation before sliding it to her right side and cupping a ball shape with her fingers. The peculiar purple energy burst into existence with a twing before the very iconic gathering energy sound started to course through the air. Eventually it swelled to the maximum before she thrust her hands outwards again with the large beam of energy soaring through the air. This energy parted the very clouds that stood before it. Causing a large circle to open up with gentle god-rays shining down upon the field only for a sudden sprinkle and then, the rain hit. It appeared she had supercharged one of the clouds with energy and created a rain cloud by accident. A rather hilarious feat to be sure.

Nanaomi started to jump for joy. She'd done it. She'd actually gotten to preform a new technique that nobody else had created. But now she wanted to improve on it. She didn't like the way it felt. The way it sounded. She wanted to do something different with it. Yes, different. But what? Well, for starters it took too long to charge and was too combersone. Why not start there? She nodded to herself as she entered a basic standing stance. Yes, this felt right. She raised her right hand and gripped a ball of air. As she did so a small purple light appeared before expanding into a ball inside of her hand.

She'd stare at it for a moment before releasing the energy and shook her head. She wanted something different. Something grand. Something, unique. Sure this was unique in itself but she knew if she could do it, her parents probably could too. At least the unrefined version. So why not make it different? Yes, perfect. She knew what she wanted to do. She'd grip the ball of air once more before closing her eyes. She focused her energy into her hand as she started to appear to draw on the world itself for energy. Small bits of particals coalessed in the air before shooting into the ball to make it grow. Eventually, the ball was of the same size as before. Yes, this was perfect. She enjoyed the way it worked. It felt natural to her style. She smirked lightly before pointing it towards the sky and uttering the word. "Kamehameha." the ball erupted in a beam of purple light that shot into the sky, tearing a hole in the fluttering clouds. She'd adjust her clothes a tiny bit and smile brightly at her teacher. Nanaomi was very happy with her accomplishment now. Yes, it was perfect. It fit her personality quite well. And so, she'd have to figure on a new name if she wanted to. But she didn't have a good one. So for now, it would stay. Besides, Kamehameha wasn't that bad. Just a mouth full to say on short notice. Oh well.

Nanaomi's attention finally went to her teacher as she spoke. "So, I've created a new technique. I don't suppose we could try it out. I don't know how powerful it actually is so I'm worried it'll hurt you." Her teacher would nod softly as she spoke. He agreed with her in that it was possible the technique was stronger than even he is. However, he doubted that at this moment for he could feel her power was still below his. "It's fine Nanaomi. The only reason you got a hit off on me before was because I didn't expect it. I can expect things from you now that I don't even fully understand. So it will be fine. Go ahead and hit me with it." He said, his stern voice echoing through the courtyard. The world seemed to go still as Nanaomi started to raise her hand towards her teacher. She'd nod once as the world seemed to grey out just slightly. Almsot dimming at the shining purple energy that appeared in the palm of her hand. Small purple shards of energy formed around her hand that sudden shot into the tiny light causing it to grow steadily into a purple ball of energy. As it reached critical mass she'd speak the word as it roared forward. "Kamehameha." The beam soared through the air almsot tearing and searing at the very particles that float around it. As it reached the teacher, he raised a single finger up to block it. In that moment, the beam split in twine causing parts of the Dojo behind him to be seared clean through. It was, amazing, the level of power she had already. And he was hesitant to take that lightly.

He'd taken her lightly before and ended up taking a fist full of extra strength pain. He'd never, make that mistake again. This time, she'd never lay a finger on him unless she was actually talented enough to do so. It was rare that he'd need to use any let alone some of his power. And with Nanaomi, he needed to actually pay attention or he'd get smacked around like a rag doll. Sure, her punches and strength weren't anything to take too seriously. But if left unchecked after a while, even a small prick of a needle can become deathly. Nanaomi would smile brightly having seen her beam get split into two parts. She'd almost jump for joy seeing her Sensei strong enough to withstand her newfound power. And even teach her something new. She was enjoying this bonding experience quite a bit. So much, in fact, that she was ready to continue this for quite a long time. "Thank you, Sensei. This is an amazing world I've managed to find myself in. I can feel the power flowing through me. At my beckon call to just, use how I like. Is this how you feel?" She asked, her eyes focused on her palms as she flexed them to see if she could, well, see the power with her own eyes.

"It is Nanaomi. This feeling, but on a much, much bigger scale. If I so deemed it, I could level this whole city in a single swift motion. When you reach that level of strength. Equal to mine, will our training be over. However, if you grow this fast it'll be over before you even get that far. Soon I'll have nothing left to teach you. And you'll have to find your own fights." Nanaomi looked, slightly sad at that realization that perhaps, he was right. At some point she'd have to find someone to teach her something so she could continue to grow. But until that happened she wouldn't give up. Not yet. But maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to find someone capable of this level of skill and more that could interact with the world the way she did. And not the way her Sensei did. They were polar opposites for sure. But, in the end, it was enough of a similarity to learn a thing or two about basic energy techniques.

"Now, it's time to finally force you to grow, Nanaomi. Are you ready to go all out?" Nanaomi would look oddly at her teacher for a moment before nodding softly. She would enter her usual kick boxing stance. As her soft brown eyes gazed upon the man before her she could only think of when she became so enraged and engulfed by her lustful hunger for death. IT scared her, beyond a shadow of a doubt. It was, something she herself trembled just thinking about. "Nanaomi. Stop thinking like that. I am going to make sure you understand how to use that power with out entering a fit of mindless rage. Now, come at me with all you have. It's imperative that you go in to that form." She would nod softly but still not enter the form. Instead, she would bolt forward and aim a strike at her teacher's chest. In a soft, almost apathetic movement the man stopped her attack with out even trying. With his pinky no less. He would shake his head before planting a firm strike upon her body just below her breasts. This sent her flying backwards and skidding to a halt just barely touching the back wall. With a soft sigh Nanaomi would nod and begin to charge her power. It started to well with in her. Suddenly feelings of hatred and lustful fighting filled her head. Yes, destroying was something that she felt needed to happen. She had to kill, maim, and murder. As the feelings, ideas, and urge filled her body a soft purple aura began to flutter about her. Her long brown hair started to shift in a wind that began just from her own body's energy being released. It was, not quite overwhelming. It was in fact rather lack luster but still not quite to the extent she had before. She needed to tap into it. But could she?

Nanaomi was teetering on the edge of becoming lost in her emotions yet again. It was then her teacher spoke up. "Good. You are so close to the point you need to be. Now, grab a hold of that power and yank it towards yourself. Control it. Don't let it control you. You need to force your body to become this, thing, that you were before. I'm not sure what to call it. I guess, Giji. Yes, that seems adequate. You must preform Giji Nanaomi." She would nod softly before allowing her body to relax. In that moment her energy spiked up to the point that it allowed her to fully engulf herself in this feeling. Her eyes would slowly fade away leaving nothing but the blank stare she held before. Those blank white eyes just simply staring off into nothingness. Beyond who ever they were looking at. As if peering into someone's very soul. Nanaomi would smirk softly before finally inhaling. After a firm full three minutes of holding her breathe she would slowly exhale. Once she finished her mouth would part to speak, her lips pursing softly just before she did. "I've done it Sensei. I have control." Her teacher now nodded softly before saying a simple word. "Attack." His only order given.

Nanaomi nodded before bolting forward. With her new found powers she could move at speeds she couldn't reach before. She felt like a bolt of lightning itself. But she was far from it. It helped her though. It helped her a lot. She felt so powerful that it was almost beyond her understanding. But this wasn't nearly as strong as she could muster. Now, she could get stronger. She just needed to push herself. Yes, pushing herself is exactly what she'd do. As she aimed a firm punch to her teacher's chest, she would push her energy into her body. This would cause her body to become more energized and thus, more powerful. Or so she thought. Instead it would actually do more harm than good but that's what she needed. Her body needed to expend more energy than it had so she could grow. Essentially, her teacher was trying to force her to draw more power than she currently had. So the more she wasted doing things the more it helped his cause. But of course she didn't know this yet. With a soft smirk she would feel contact with him. But to her disappointment he blocked it with ease as usual. A kick to her side started to rear towards her but in a swift movement she would leap over the kick to plant her own foot directly into her teacher's face. With all of her strength she'd push off from his body to land on to the other side of the courtyard. He was, as expected, unaffected. She wasn't strong enough to do damage to him. Not even in this form.

That was, though slightly disheartening, she was happy that she could go all out on this man and not be afraid to actually hurt him. So, she decided to do just that. Her body would start to bolt in different directions. Almost running circles around her teacher as her right hand extended towards him. The peculiar purple lights would begin to flash into existence and swell towards the ball that grew in her hand. When it was time, she'd appear off to the side as the beam erupted from her hand. It roared loudly, soaring through the air to strike him in the left side. He, however, with out even moving to see it, stopped the attack with his left hand. He'd grab hold of it and with shear force destroyed it neigh instantly as if squishing a bug. Oh how interesting indeed. Her body would bolt once more to land a firm strike upon his face before she realized her own body was struck with his foot. As before, the world fell silent. It was almost as if the world itself was weeping in sorrow at this attack having been preformed. Suddenly the sound caught up with the movement as a loud earth shattering boom shook the Dojo. Once more, after some time, her own body caught up to the events that transpired as a secondary boom resounded across the Dojo which was coupled with her body flying backwards into the walls. A beautiful imprint of her own body was perfectly made as she came falling out. She was beaten so hard she reverted out of Giji almost instantly. All of her energy went to mitigating the damage as best she could but it was far too late.

After she fell to the ground onto her hands and knees she coughed a few times. During the last cough a splatter of blood stained the path under her in protest to her current situation. It seemed she was struck once more. Looking down at her stomach, she could see a feint imprint of a Japanese Rising star etched into her skin. Another Rising Sun kick. How pitiful she couldn't mitigate that attack. But it was his signature move. She'd cough once more as a loud reverberation could be heard in the form of another boom causing the ground to shake once more. In that instant twice, no, thrice the amount of blood she had coughed up before spewed across the walkway. Her eyes widened as she looked down to see the Rising Sun had grown more prominent and deeper. 'He used level two on me!?' Her mind thought as her body stiffened up at the sound of his voice. "Level-" Before he could finish her body gave way as she fell, paralyzed in a pool of her own blood. She was able to breath and look around with her eyes but her body itself was paralyzed. He would finally finish his sentence. "three non-lethal. Rising Sun Kick." He had said, an amazing technique that she would one day have to learn.

Nanaomi was finally able to manage to get herself standing as she brushed her body off. After adjusting her clothes as best she could she would stand as tall as her body would allow. She would, then, topple over slightly. The pain was quite a lot. But she'd managed to keep alive after getting struck by the Rising sun, maximum level. She'd manage to smile softly at that idea. It was rare for someone to survive the Rising sun and not die from the initial first couple of hits. Especially from her teacher. But he was probably going easy on her. Nanaomi, however, wasn't that smart enough to realize it. She'd sigh softly before stretching in an attempt to get her body to feel better. That, just made it worse. Finally managing to straighten her body fully, she'd look to her teacher with a soft smile and thank him for teaching her. He would nod, and suggest that she get some rest as Tomorrow she'd be training again. And with her injuries she'd need all the rest she could get.

After agreeing, and apologizing, Nanaomi would find herself on the road home. Her left hand clenching her chest area where the rising sun was still prominent in her skin. She'd gently start to trace the impression with her finger as her mind wandered about what she'd want to do or what it would be like to hold that kind of power. Oh how that would be amazing. To be as strong as her master. She'd get a good round of battles going then, that's for sure. That insatiable lust for fighting was still prominent in her mind. Like a nagging almost tugging feeling at her thoughts. They seemed to dip into fighting almost constantly. Maybe she was just, a born martial artist that needed to purge every so often. Or, more often than most. Perhaps, purging all the time. Yes, murdering or fighting at the least all the time would be a great way to quell this thirst. It was an abrupt stop and turn of her head that caused her thoughts to skitter away. It appeared a small gang of guys were picking on this smaller meek looking woman. She was wearing a gentle brown overcoat that would reach to her ankles. Her face buried into her arms as she tried to look away from the men.

As if fate had gifted her the time to fight. It was amazing! She smirked softly before clearing her throat and looking at the men with her arms crossed under her breasts. "Oi." Was all she said as her body stood there, almost impatient looking. They seemed to ignore her until suddenly she spoke once more. "Blockheads." Three of the five would turn to face her and start walking closer. They appeared pretty strong but not stronger than her. Not even close. As they neared her, they smirked and started to speak. "Hey there little lady. Shouldn't you be home priming your hair or something?" The man asked. Nanaomi didn't give a reply as she stood still, watching the men circling her until they surrounded her. With a soft smirk she let out a shy giggle before her right fist punched the first guy in the stomach. This strike would send him flying backwards into the wall knocking him out cold. "Oops, guess my hand slipped." She smirked once more as the two men narrowed their gaze at her and came at her at the same time. With out thinking, Nanaomi simply backed up a step and watched them collide with each other and fall to the floor. "Well that was boring." The other two men turned to look at her and smirked as one bolted towards her. Almost faster than she could react. Nanaomi would manage to block the punch that came rocketing towards her chest but not before a sudden hand was on her shoulder.

In that moment she felt a soft tingling sensation flow through her body causing it to fall limp. "Just like the others. So hotheaded but can't seem to stand a little touch from a real man." Nanaomi couldn't understand what was happening. Her body just wouldn't move. It was then she'd take what she learned from her teacher and focus her mind on her inner body. She could feel it now. A small tingle of energy flowed through her body. Just enough to stop her muscles from being able to move, disrupting the neural patterns of her body. She'd gently breathe in then out before her body would start to glow a soft purple. Almost like an animal bursting from a cage a loud crackle was heard before she spoke up. "Well then you must not be a real man because it looks to me like you've touched me but I can still move." Her mouth smirked softly as her left elbow planted a firm strike into the man's abdomin. This would cause him to shuffle backwards and fall to the ground clutching the area.

The last man standing would look with wide eyes at her before stuttering and yelling as he ran off. Nanaomi sighed unsatisfied by the fight and would walk over the men to get to the small woman crying in the corner. After a soft, gentle hug and consoling words she agreed to escort the girl to her home. It finally became day, having slept on the girl's couch because she felt unsafe, Nanaomi would make a quick breakfast before leaving a note saying she had to leave but also explaining that she'd be at the Dojo most of the day. And if she needed anything to come get her. A soft, happy smile crossed her lips before she finally found herself at the entrance to the Dojo. She was really starting to become stronger. She could feel it.

Nanaomi walked into the Dojo. She was ready. She was hankering for some training! She would slowly walk into the dojo only to hear the sound of, well, nothing. No training or anything going on. Was it meditation time? Well, it actually was. For all of the Dojo except Nanaomi. Because Nanaomi is special. She'd roll her eyes at the thought of her being 'special' in any reguard but accepted this idea after being told she would fight Sensei yet again. As they stepped int othe court yard, the fellow students started to gather around on the ouside. They were interested to see how strong Nanaomi had gotten. Well, they saw the aftermath of some of the fighting the two did. And that's what really interested them. Just as luck would have it, their battle would start again. Nanaomi was starting to become rather confident in her own abilities. Perhaps too confident as she didn't take up a normal fighting stance. Instead, she'd begin by pulling her left food behind her and allowing her right hand to out stretch forward just slightly. Her left rested at her side. Her teacher perked a brow at her interesting stance. It was very basic, lackluster, and well, brutish. Perhaps perfect for Nanaomi considering.

After entering the stance She would slowly slide forward a tiny bit before her hand would suddenly grasp at the air as if holding a ball. The small purple shards started to appear around her as they would fly into the center of her palm. Finally, an orb of purple light formed that would erupt in a long beam of energy flying straight at her teacher. With ease, he would grip the beam and destroy it with a single hand. "This won't work on me Nanaomi. I've seen you use it too many times." She would curse under her breath before a spark of genius came to her. Why not create something he hadn't seen yet? If she used the knowledge she had from this Kamehameha she created, she could devise a new technique that was perhaps just as deadly. She'd need to think fast as her Teacher now suddenly bolted towards her. With little time to react, she would manage to side step and only take of a punch to the stomach. As it grazed her side she could feel the tinge of pain surge across her body. "Kuso" She'd say as a small drip of blood escaped the corner of her mouth.

She needed to come up with this new amazing technique right now. And so, it began. Ideas fluttered through her head until one stuck. A bullet. It was small enough to be missed if he hadn't seen it before. And it would be fast enough considering bullets move at great speeds. With this newfound idea in her head she would leap away from her teacher and bring her left hand up, beginning to charge her Kamehameha. On her right hand, however, she'd pull it behind her as a small orb formed at the tip of her thumb. As her left hand erupted in the wide beam to strike her teacher, Nanaomi would release the beam and take a single step forward, pointing her hand towards him as if to flick him. Once the beam dissipated she would execute the flick motion. In that moment she uttered something under her breath. "bang." Was all she said before a sudden wave of wind passed by her body. In what felt like a mere instant, her teacher was struck by something between the eyes. His head would slowly fly backwards as if hit with something so hard as to send him flying. He would, however, after a moment, slowly lift his head to face Nanaomi before brushing off his forehead. "Interesting technique. I suppose you just came up with that." She would nod softly before a smile crossed her lips. It seemed she'd created, yet again, a new move. And this time something even more devastating than the Kamehameha. She was certainty very proud right now.

Nanaomi would breathe in sharply before exhaling softly. Entering her kick boxing stance, she would allow her body to start jostling softly in place. She was prepared. She held the current kick boxing championship belt. Well, she would soon anymore. After jostling a little more her body bolted forward in two rapid steps. Once she was in range she allowed her right fist to smack directly into her teacher's chin. Though this didn't actually affect him, he thought it was a good attempt. "I want you to learn every martial arts there is in the world Nanaomi. You are talented enough to become a Mixed Martial Arts Champion. I'm sure you could preform amazing techniques that few could even think of. And so that's why, soon, I'm going to have to send you to another school to learn a different style. In fact, it will be after you achieve the championship for a kick boxing tournament. You're allowed to use all of your strength here but I doubt you'd need to. The current champion isn't strong enough to pose a threat to you."

Nanaomi nodded softly before looking at her teacher with a small whimper of regret. She knew this meant she'd have to travel across the lands to find teachers. She'd have to learn how to control her body in different ways. She'd need to, become a weapon of Martial Arts. But she wanted this. To learn things that she didn't know. Hell, to get a good fight or two in. If she couldn't beat a style, she'd learn it. That was her motto. Nanaomi had always taken up a natural stance of kick boxing. Though, unsure why, she held the strength to really use it well. It's this strength that would allow her to master many martial arts. She just needed the opertunity to do so. And this was it. After a quick nod, Nanaomi headed to her meditation room and packed what things she needed. After doing so, her body would rest into a meditative state for the last time at the Dojo. It was a dream of hers to learn more things. To get better and strive to be the most powerful. Because she felt she was there. She could handle it all. But she was far from it. There were beings out there so much stronger than her. She just didn't know it yet.

Nanaomi started to hum a soft song as she started to leave the Dojo and head to the fight she was about to take on. The song was, an odd remix of a little known song called one woman army. She really thought of herself as a master. Even though she was far from it. Perhaps it was her hotheaded Saiyan nature that gave her this ego. But it was sure not going to be the only thing to keep her spirits high. She learned two techniques and a transformation from her teacher. That, in itself, was something to brag about. Her mind would snap to the battle she'd have next. This is the test to see if she's ready to find other teachers. Was she ready? Perhaps. But her current teacher, would always be the one she'd go to at the end of the day. He was her true and only teacher. Maybe. Now, the time to fight had begun. Nanaomi entered into the building. Almost instantly she was ushered into an area to wait for the fight. She was allowed to use weights or anything she needed to prepare for the fight but all she did was enter a meditative stance. Why? Because she had issues controlling her hot headed fighting nature. And so she spent extensive time meditating in a nattempt to keep it under control. It was, however, difficult to do so.

Nanaomi was finally called at the height of the event. A random challenger to fight the current reigning champion. A kick boxing legend of their own right. Twenty three time consecutive champion of kick boxing in the current Central City. Nanaomi's only reaction would be to smirk at that announcement. So this was the best of the best of kick boxing. She had to take this guy down. Her blood boiled at the thought of it. They would enter the ring and begin the stance. Their small jostling around would make anyone see both were extremely skilled. But nobody could prepare for what came next. Nanaomi reached in to attack the current champion. As reaction, he would pull his arms in to protect himself. But he wasn't prepared for this punch. Nanaomi's fist ploughed through the man's arms breaking his bones easily. He'd scream out in pain as he'd fall to the mat. Well, considering he wasn't able to fight she'd be named champion. Everyone was rather shocked at the fact that she was able to literally punch a man to break his arms. And so for a good two minutes nothing happened except the cries of the former champion.

"I guess that means I win?" She asked. Her question snapped the referee out of his daze and nodded quickly. "Y-yes it does." With her now, considered the reigning champion it meant her task was complete. But normal humans weren't really a challenge. What she needed was someone, supernatural. Someone of her own skill. Not just those too powerful or too weak. She needed a real fight that she could handle. Getting beaten into the ground or beating others into the ground wasn't fun. It was, boring, actually. Well, minus the getting beat into the ground. Because she'd always pull herself back up even if she was beat unconcious. Snapping from her thoughts, suddenly the crowd roared in cheers for the new reigning champion. Too bad she'd never hear those cheers again. She only wanted to test her strength. As the belt was being presented to her she shook her head and started to walk out of the ring. "I don't care about it. He wasn't strong." Her voice cracked into existance, feeling an almost demonic feel. As she slowly exited view, her goal was clear. She needed to fight other martial artists. She needed to learn and master all of the known styles. It was her goal, for now, to become a great fighter. A style for every situation. But where to next?

Martial Arts. This is an interesting concept. It comes from an ancient tradition of self defense and inner peace. They say that old masters could do remarkable things in their time. It's even said at one point, a master that has achieved inner peace can in fact redirect a droplet of water onto a nearby leaf. Martial Arts was something that Nanaomi enjoyed. And these legends were partially what drew her to this world of Martial arts. Legends were told form some sort of truth, weren't they? Well, either way one needed to know exactly how each martial art worked. So that eventually you could take this knowledge and create your own unique martial arts. But only when you've mastered the true ideal behind the words, Martial Arts. The inner peace behind such an idea is generally not obtained by most. Especially so for Nanaomi. She'd find no way to get true inner peace. Sure, she could preform the Iris. But in reality that was more of Kai control than inner peace. A common mistake for those untrained in the ways of inner peace. And of course Nanaomi happens to be one of those silly people.

This meant that what she thought was inner peace was really learning to control her Kai so she didn't blow herself up. So the new goal? To meet a master of a different style than Kick boxing. Where would be a better place than to go to a tournament? With a small smirk on her face she would lead her body towards the tournament that was being held close by. As she reached the area, her eyes fluttered around the contestants. It seemed hardly any of them were of adequate strength. Except, one. He seemed to be fairly strong. And his style of preference was interesting. She had seen him down a whole group of people with little effort. She remembered the word he used to describe his style. It was, Iaikido. A style that focused heavily on letting your opponent do all of the work. This meant you did little to no movements or strength put into your attacks. It was the perfect second style to learn. And so, she'd wait for the tournament to end before finding her way to the man's locker.

"I wish to learn your style of fighting." She asked. The man perked a brow for a moment before going back to his things and getting ready to leave. Before he could finish her body started to shake slightly as it was engulfed in a soft purple light. This caused her hair to flutter upwards as if defying gravity. The man would perk a brow once more. "You have managed to pique my interest. But you have not showed me why I should teach you." He said with his cold voice. A narrowed look crossed Nanaomi's eyes before she lifted her head towards the man. A soft purple light appeared before she made a flicking motion. In an instant, a bullet shaped spike of energy shot past his eyes and struck the wall making a hole akin to a bullet. A soft smirk would cross the man's lips before he spoke up. "You are very talented in Kai it appears. I'm going to guess you have trained at the Dojo that specalizes in it. So why come to me?" He asked as he finally got all of his gear together and started to walk away. Nanaomi's words echoed through the room as she spoke the truest words of her life. "I wish to become stronger. To learn every Martial Arts I can to become the best I can be. The strongest in this world." The man continued walking before lifting a hand to say goodbye. As he did, a small piece of paper fluttered from between his fingers. As Nanaomi caught it, she could read the contents. It appeared to be directions. She was accepted! A large smile appeared on her lips as she was overjoyed by the events. She was accepted to learn a new style. This was fantastic!

The next day, Nanaomi would slowly find her way to the directions. After realizing it wasn't a Dojo but a persona residence she was hesitent to actually make a move. That was, before the man walked out and started to walk towards a direction. He'd wave her to follow close by. As they did, he would talk. "My style is different from anything you will learn. It focuses on the opponent. Not yourself. You simply become the conduit for your opponent to do what they wish. It might not make any sense but it will eventually. And sometimes, a true master of Iaikido will do nothing. Remember that." Nanaomi nodded intently, taking mental notes. Though it seemed as though she would need to learn more inner control than before. That was good! She needed to learn some. She was already getting rusty with it and it'd only been a few days since she last meditated. "Now, you seem like the type to learn by doing. So I'm going to stand still and you're going to attack me. That's how we'll train. Eventually you'll have to pick up what I do and try to replicate it. Oh, and I won't hold back on you." Her eyes widened slightly but they would soon close to take in the small breeze that passed by. A quick nod came from her head before her body was beginning preperations for a fight with a master of this style. She'd need to make sure she understood what he was doing when he did it.