Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2020 1:49:54 GMT -4
"I think you should drop out." Desmoshi couldn't believe what he was hearing. His twin sister, Mizuki, was telling him to just give up. "I know that you want to continue and that's fine," Mizuki continued as she latched the Velcro of his blue gloves, checking to make sure the gold knuckles were in place. "However, you almost got hurt badly. And I don't think I can watch..." She stopped for a second, the first round replaying in her mind. Although Nimue-sensei fixed up in no time and reported that there was no serious damage, Mizuki was not fully convinced that Desmoshi should reenter into the tourney.
Desmoshi put on his black boxing robe, displaying his family's symbol on the back. "Sis, there is no need to worry," Desmoshi said reassuringly. "Besides, my next opponent is Berker. And from what you told me, he is pretty cool dude." He smoothed out the wrinkles of his blue tank top and green boxing shorts. "Everyone is here to test out there skills and show the world what we are capable of. To be honest, I am not even here for the crowd. I am here to prove to myself that I am capable. Berker seems honorable enough to not take things too far and still give his best." He laced up his green boxing sneakers and put his training weights next to his gym bag. "Won't be needing those. Berker might be a little quicker than me and I am going to need all the speed I can get."
"Desmoshi, I am not worried about Berker," Mizuki retorted with a serious look on her face. "I am worried about the other students who would take things too far." Desmoshi knew his sister had a right to be worried. After all, he had only two months to really prepare for this unlike everyone else. But even with the disadvantage, Desmoshi was not going to back down from a challenge. "Sis," Desmoshi said, putting a hand on his twin's shoulder, "believe in me. Berker and I are going to give it our all with no grudges between us. It would be an insult to him if I hold back or even back out." Desmoshi pulled his hood up to cover his head, the gold embroidery gleaming in the light. “Besides, I got something new I want to try out.”
His sister looked at him confused for a moment before taking a heavy sigh. “Okay,” she said, finally relenting in stopping him. “Just please be safe. Do your best.” She handed Desmoshi his necklace with the mini player on it. “All your favorite tracks are on it,” she said with a smile. Desmoshi could tell she was still a little worried. But he put his necklace on and said “Don’t worry. We got this.” He gave his sister a thumbs up and headed for the arena, leaving a worried Mizuki behind him.
As he made his way towards the staging area, he thought back to dream he had last night while he was in the infirmary, recovering.
Flashback to the night before
Desmoshi found himself in the same dream. The same hallways lined up in a temple made of gold and jade. He followed the golden path looking at the walls as he passed them. The same names were ascribed upon them. He had recognized them as the names of his family, starting with his and his sister’s. It seems that the walls contain the names of his family members. Jokai. Mashi. Tori. Detsu. The names of his family members continued, seeming as though there was no end. What did this mean?
He finally made it to the end of the hallway, which led into a throne. It was the same throne room he would end up in before he woke up from the dream. He entered into the throne room containing two statues. One of the statues was of a man with a sun on his chest with eight arms. Another was of a woman with the moon on her qipang with ribbons on her arms and legs. This was where he would wake up, covered in sweat. But not this time.
There was a loud rumble throughout the throne room. Desmoshi went on guard prepared for what was about to come. Then one of the stone statues began to crumble before him- it was the man with the sun on his chest. His skin was brownish red with orange lines running through it. He had huge bulging biceps and muscles on all of his eight arms. Each hand had a different fingerless boxing glove on it made out of gold and in the shape of an animal- a wolf, a lion, a shark and a bull. The other ones were blank and hard for Desmoshi to read out. He wore only the bottom half of a gi, the pants ripped and torn and decorated with yellow and red flames.
He took a step forward towards Desmoshi towering him with his massive size. “It’s about time,” the being said, his white blank eyes fixed on Desmoshi. “I was wondering how long it would take you to get here.” Desmoshi stared at the eyes, trying to speak… but no words came out. “There is no need to talk,” the being said. “I already know what you are thinking before you say it.” He sat down in front of Desmoshi, causing the whole place to shake before he landed. He put both fists on his knees and eyed the boy very closely. “The other half of the Haymaker twins. We have been waiting for this for quite some time.”
Desmoshi was wondering what he was talking about until the being answered, “I am Asuara Ameterasu,” the being answered with a smile. “But you can call me by your nickname- Ame. You are probably wondering where you are at.” He waved his arm around, indicating the entirety of the temple. “This is your inner self. Only those who understand and practice the martial art ever get this far. This “temple” contains your memories and your ancestors’ names. They are the people who have mastered the art."
This confused Desmoshi even further, causing him to give a puzzle look. “Wipe the confused look off your face boy!” Ame exclaimed. “I am the leading ancestor of our martial art.” He pointed towards the other statue of the woman, which had not moved yet. “That there is my sister, Devi Tsukuyomi. She will be visiting your sister soon. But for now,” he said as he stood up, “I need to tell you a few things. SO PAY ATTENTION!!”
This snapped Desmoshi to full attention, his eyes staring into that of Asura’s. “Stop calling the art “Elemental Boxing,” Ame started. “That’s not it's true name. The reason your father had not told you the real name was he wanted you to discover me for yourself.” He got close to Desmoshi. “Do not worry. You will be hearing me a lot more often from now on. So you better get it right got it?”
Desmoshi nodded fervently, as not to upset this huge giant. “Good, then we have a deal,” the being said. As soon as he said it, the words in the hall rearranged in order until all the names were in the “throne room”, with his and his sister's name in giant gold kanji on the wall where the statues stood. “I am not here to give you more power or anything like that. You need to do all of this with your own power. I am just here to provide you advice. So listen carefully. When you go into the stance, you can call it ....”
End of Flashback
Desmoshi's dream had ended there the night before. But now that he was heading out into the arena, the voice had come back in a full force. ‘Remember what I told you kid,’ Ame said in his head. ‘Got it,’ Desmoshi replied back. As he got closer to the exit he pressed play on his necklace as the music played out loud throughout the arena.
“And here is our very own student from 1-A, Desmoshi Haymaker,” the announcer yelled as the music played. There were no practice jabs like usual or any showboating, which he didn’t do anyway. The music was putting him into a relaxed mood. He needed this.
The arena he and his opponent were fighting on was going to be tricky. It looked like it was covered in forest with bamboo stalks sticking out across the battlefield. His opponent would have the mobility in the area, but Desmoshi knew he could hold his own in this fight. However, he would need to find a way to slow down that mobility.
He made his way up the arena stairs and looked towards the crowd. Desmoshi looked up at the crowd and saw his father and mother. They were sitting in the front row, wearing proud smiles and had a sign up that said 'Go Desmoshi!' His fighting spirit was rising to an all new high. He pumped his fist out to his father, as a way of saying 'Let's do this,' and his father returned the same. He had the support of his family behind him.
And his opponent, Berker Tian, was not to be taken lightly. Desmoshi knew his quirk, but he also knew Desmoshi’s. Which would make the fight even if wasn’t for the fact that his opponent was a strategic planner. He remembered this from the warm up game they had together. However, win or lose he would have no hard feelings. Desmoshi actually felt honored for some reason to fight Berker. This felt like a fight among legends. Asura versus Son Wukong. His dad use to tell him the old stories of kamis who fought to prove their mettle in combat. And now he was living it live. People would be talking about this fight for ages.
As he came into the arena and made his way to the clearing, he turned off the music and waited for his opponent to arrive. Desmoshi couldn’t think about the last time he was this excited for a fight among friends. Even if Berker didn’t talk to him that much, he still considered him a friend nonetheless. Everyone at UA was like a friend to him, whether they liked him or not. He wasn’t doing it for recognition. He was doing it because he wanted to.
After Berker made his entrance, Desmoshi bowed before him. “Berker,” Desmoshi started when he stood back up straight, “I am going to be real with you. I might not know much about you but I am excited to be your opponent.” Desmoshi gave a smile of pure joy, not one to be taken for cockiness or overconfidence. But of one who wanted to truly test out his skills against someone. “I hope we have a good fight, win or lose. And no grudges will be held between one another. With that being said,” he took off his robe and threw it out of the arena, “I have too much respect for you to hold back. I will give it my all, as I would hope you do the same.” Desmoshi meant every word of it. Of all the people that Desmoshi wanted to face, Berker was one of them. “Good luck, man.”
Desmoshi stood up straight and closed his eyes to focus. Usually Desmoshi was loud when he announced his stances. But this was… different. ‘Alright, kid. Do you remember what I told you?’ Ame asked in his head. ‘Yes,’ Desmoshi replied in his mind. ‘Then say it.’ On the outside he took a deep breath and when he let it out, a huge gust of steam came out. He did this several more times, the steam gathering behind him. But what it formed truly shocked the crowd. The smoke seems to form an eight-armed being with glowing red eyes.
[smear:#e69419]Sun Breathing- Asura Boxing. Flow
[/smear:#e1e619:0]
Desmoshi spoke calmly the true name of his martial art. It did the same thing as before, but now it had more meaning to it. The fighting style that has been in the family for generations was about to be shown live on stage in front of millions. The smoke gathered back and reentered into Desmoshi as steam wrapped itself around his hands and feet. The steam became blue in color as poured from his skin and mouth.
[smear:#1979e6]First Breath. Water Breathing- Flow. Surge, Emperor of the Sea! Los Angeles Switch-hitter!
[/smear:#19e694:0]
As the steam turned into surging water around his hands and feet as calmly announced his first stance. His eyes open to reveal a clear crystal blue color. When the water was done whirling in a vortex, it revealed two water-made shark heads on each hand. Their gills flared up and down with Desmoshi’s breathing as though he was one with the sharks. It was as though the sharks had come to life. Their snapping jaws could be heard throughout the arena. Their teeth have been made of water, but they could do some damage. Their yellow eyes seem to be staring at Berker directly. As Desmoshi got into his switch-hitter boxing stance he waited for the announcer to say “Fight”.
TLDR (Really, it us up to you):
Mizuki tries to convince Desmoshi that he shouldn't fight.
Desmoshi tells her to trust in her; thinks it would be a dishonor to back out
As he goes into the arena has a flashback to his dream he has been having
Meets Asura Ameterasu in his dream who gives the true name to his boxing
Enters into arena with music; no showboating or anything fancy
Has determined look on his face and tells Berker how much he respected him and how happy he was that he was his opponent
Gets serious as he enters into his martial art (Rank F) and pick his stance
Water surges around him while the smoky image of his inner self appears in a giant form (does nothing)
Smoke reenters as Desmoshi goes into his stance with sharks made of water for boxing gloves
Prepares for the fight.
Desmoshi put on his black boxing robe, displaying his family's symbol on the back. "Sis, there is no need to worry," Desmoshi said reassuringly. "Besides, my next opponent is Berker. And from what you told me, he is pretty cool dude." He smoothed out the wrinkles of his blue tank top and green boxing shorts. "Everyone is here to test out there skills and show the world what we are capable of. To be honest, I am not even here for the crowd. I am here to prove to myself that I am capable. Berker seems honorable enough to not take things too far and still give his best." He laced up his green boxing sneakers and put his training weights next to his gym bag. "Won't be needing those. Berker might be a little quicker than me and I am going to need all the speed I can get."
"Desmoshi, I am not worried about Berker," Mizuki retorted with a serious look on her face. "I am worried about the other students who would take things too far." Desmoshi knew his sister had a right to be worried. After all, he had only two months to really prepare for this unlike everyone else. But even with the disadvantage, Desmoshi was not going to back down from a challenge. "Sis," Desmoshi said, putting a hand on his twin's shoulder, "believe in me. Berker and I are going to give it our all with no grudges between us. It would be an insult to him if I hold back or even back out." Desmoshi pulled his hood up to cover his head, the gold embroidery gleaming in the light. “Besides, I got something new I want to try out.”
His sister looked at him confused for a moment before taking a heavy sigh. “Okay,” she said, finally relenting in stopping him. “Just please be safe. Do your best.” She handed Desmoshi his necklace with the mini player on it. “All your favorite tracks are on it,” she said with a smile. Desmoshi could tell she was still a little worried. But he put his necklace on and said “Don’t worry. We got this.” He gave his sister a thumbs up and headed for the arena, leaving a worried Mizuki behind him.
As he made his way towards the staging area, he thought back to dream he had last night while he was in the infirmary, recovering.
Flashback to the night before
Desmoshi found himself in the same dream. The same hallways lined up in a temple made of gold and jade. He followed the golden path looking at the walls as he passed them. The same names were ascribed upon them. He had recognized them as the names of his family, starting with his and his sister’s. It seems that the walls contain the names of his family members. Jokai. Mashi. Tori. Detsu. The names of his family members continued, seeming as though there was no end. What did this mean?
He finally made it to the end of the hallway, which led into a throne. It was the same throne room he would end up in before he woke up from the dream. He entered into the throne room containing two statues. One of the statues was of a man with a sun on his chest with eight arms. Another was of a woman with the moon on her qipang with ribbons on her arms and legs. This was where he would wake up, covered in sweat. But not this time.
There was a loud rumble throughout the throne room. Desmoshi went on guard prepared for what was about to come. Then one of the stone statues began to crumble before him- it was the man with the sun on his chest. His skin was brownish red with orange lines running through it. He had huge bulging biceps and muscles on all of his eight arms. Each hand had a different fingerless boxing glove on it made out of gold and in the shape of an animal- a wolf, a lion, a shark and a bull. The other ones were blank and hard for Desmoshi to read out. He wore only the bottom half of a gi, the pants ripped and torn and decorated with yellow and red flames.
He took a step forward towards Desmoshi towering him with his massive size. “It’s about time,” the being said, his white blank eyes fixed on Desmoshi. “I was wondering how long it would take you to get here.” Desmoshi stared at the eyes, trying to speak… but no words came out. “There is no need to talk,” the being said. “I already know what you are thinking before you say it.” He sat down in front of Desmoshi, causing the whole place to shake before he landed. He put both fists on his knees and eyed the boy very closely. “The other half of the Haymaker twins. We have been waiting for this for quite some time.”
Desmoshi was wondering what he was talking about until the being answered, “I am Asuara Ameterasu,” the being answered with a smile. “But you can call me by your nickname- Ame. You are probably wondering where you are at.” He waved his arm around, indicating the entirety of the temple. “This is your inner self. Only those who understand and practice the martial art ever get this far. This “temple” contains your memories and your ancestors’ names. They are the people who have mastered the art."
This confused Desmoshi even further, causing him to give a puzzle look. “Wipe the confused look off your face boy!” Ame exclaimed. “I am the leading ancestor of our martial art.” He pointed towards the other statue of the woman, which had not moved yet. “That there is my sister, Devi Tsukuyomi. She will be visiting your sister soon. But for now,” he said as he stood up, “I need to tell you a few things. SO PAY ATTENTION!!”
This snapped Desmoshi to full attention, his eyes staring into that of Asura’s. “Stop calling the art “Elemental Boxing,” Ame started. “That’s not it's true name. The reason your father had not told you the real name was he wanted you to discover me for yourself.” He got close to Desmoshi. “Do not worry. You will be hearing me a lot more often from now on. So you better get it right got it?”
Desmoshi nodded fervently, as not to upset this huge giant. “Good, then we have a deal,” the being said. As soon as he said it, the words in the hall rearranged in order until all the names were in the “throne room”, with his and his sister's name in giant gold kanji on the wall where the statues stood. “I am not here to give you more power or anything like that. You need to do all of this with your own power. I am just here to provide you advice. So listen carefully. When you go into the stance, you can call it ....”
End of Flashback
Desmoshi's dream had ended there the night before. But now that he was heading out into the arena, the voice had come back in a full force. ‘Remember what I told you kid,’ Ame said in his head. ‘Got it,’ Desmoshi replied back. As he got closer to the exit he pressed play on his necklace as the music played out loud throughout the arena.
“And here is our very own student from 1-A, Desmoshi Haymaker,” the announcer yelled as the music played. There were no practice jabs like usual or any showboating, which he didn’t do anyway. The music was putting him into a relaxed mood. He needed this.
The arena he and his opponent were fighting on was going to be tricky. It looked like it was covered in forest with bamboo stalks sticking out across the battlefield. His opponent would have the mobility in the area, but Desmoshi knew he could hold his own in this fight. However, he would need to find a way to slow down that mobility.
He made his way up the arena stairs and looked towards the crowd. Desmoshi looked up at the crowd and saw his father and mother. They were sitting in the front row, wearing proud smiles and had a sign up that said 'Go Desmoshi!' His fighting spirit was rising to an all new high. He pumped his fist out to his father, as a way of saying 'Let's do this,' and his father returned the same. He had the support of his family behind him.
And his opponent, Berker Tian, was not to be taken lightly. Desmoshi knew his quirk, but he also knew Desmoshi’s. Which would make the fight even if wasn’t for the fact that his opponent was a strategic planner. He remembered this from the warm up game they had together. However, win or lose he would have no hard feelings. Desmoshi actually felt honored for some reason to fight Berker. This felt like a fight among legends. Asura versus Son Wukong. His dad use to tell him the old stories of kamis who fought to prove their mettle in combat. And now he was living it live. People would be talking about this fight for ages.
As he came into the arena and made his way to the clearing, he turned off the music and waited for his opponent to arrive. Desmoshi couldn’t think about the last time he was this excited for a fight among friends. Even if Berker didn’t talk to him that much, he still considered him a friend nonetheless. Everyone at UA was like a friend to him, whether they liked him or not. He wasn’t doing it for recognition. He was doing it because he wanted to.
After Berker made his entrance, Desmoshi bowed before him. “Berker,” Desmoshi started when he stood back up straight, “I am going to be real with you. I might not know much about you but I am excited to be your opponent.” Desmoshi gave a smile of pure joy, not one to be taken for cockiness or overconfidence. But of one who wanted to truly test out his skills against someone. “I hope we have a good fight, win or lose. And no grudges will be held between one another. With that being said,” he took off his robe and threw it out of the arena, “I have too much respect for you to hold back. I will give it my all, as I would hope you do the same.” Desmoshi meant every word of it. Of all the people that Desmoshi wanted to face, Berker was one of them. “Good luck, man.”
Desmoshi stood up straight and closed his eyes to focus. Usually Desmoshi was loud when he announced his stances. But this was… different. ‘Alright, kid. Do you remember what I told you?’ Ame asked in his head. ‘Yes,’ Desmoshi replied in his mind. ‘Then say it.’ On the outside he took a deep breath and when he let it out, a huge gust of steam came out. He did this several more times, the steam gathering behind him. But what it formed truly shocked the crowd. The smoke seems to form an eight-armed being with glowing red eyes.
[smear:#e69419]Sun Breathing- Asura Boxing. Flow
[/smear:#e1e619:0]
Desmoshi spoke calmly the true name of his martial art. It did the same thing as before, but now it had more meaning to it. The fighting style that has been in the family for generations was about to be shown live on stage in front of millions. The smoke gathered back and reentered into Desmoshi as steam wrapped itself around his hands and feet. The steam became blue in color as poured from his skin and mouth.
[smear:#1979e6]First Breath. Water Breathing- Flow. Surge, Emperor of the Sea! Los Angeles Switch-hitter!
[/smear:#19e694:0]
As the steam turned into surging water around his hands and feet as calmly announced his first stance. His eyes open to reveal a clear crystal blue color. When the water was done whirling in a vortex, it revealed two water-made shark heads on each hand. Their gills flared up and down with Desmoshi’s breathing as though he was one with the sharks. It was as though the sharks had come to life. Their snapping jaws could be heard throughout the arena. Their teeth have been made of water, but they could do some damage. Their yellow eyes seem to be staring at Berker directly. As Desmoshi got into his switch-hitter boxing stance he waited for the announcer to say “Fight”.
TLDR (Really, it us up to you):
Mizuki tries to convince Desmoshi that he shouldn't fight.
Desmoshi tells her to trust in her; thinks it would be a dishonor to back out
As he goes into the arena has a flashback to his dream he has been having
Meets Asura Ameterasu in his dream who gives the true name to his boxing
Enters into arena with music; no showboating or anything fancy
Has determined look on his face and tells Berker how much he respected him and how happy he was that he was his opponent
Gets serious as he enters into his martial art (Rank F) and pick his stance
Water surges around him while the smoky image of his inner self appears in a giant form (does nothing)
Smoke reenters as Desmoshi goes into his stance with sharks made of water for boxing gloves
Prepares for the fight.
