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Date Posted: 06:19:53 03/05/02 Tue
Author: Piccolo
Subject: More training.

The rain continues to fall as I awaken from my concentration. No sign of the sun anywhere. I have no idea what time it is, but it seems to be mid-morning, Off in the distance, I hear a faint crack of thunder. "Looks like a lightning storm is coming this way. Better find some place inside to train for the day before the lightning turns my skin into a rather unhealthy looking black color." I put all my weighted gear and armor back on and proceed to run to a local dojo. Once there, the sensei in charge welcomes me and says I'm welcome to stay and train as long as I like. "Thanks", I tell him as I begin my routine stretches as well as 200 situps and pushups. After this, I decide to take a look around the place. This dojo is pretty nice. There are plenty of sparring mats lying, some occupied by two sparring fighters, others occupied by single fighters practicing their moves. Even the architecture of this place is nice. "Nice place," I tell the sensei. "Thank you.." the sensei begins. "Piccolo," I tell him. "Ahhh... Piccolo... I don't think I could forget a name like that. It's unique. Well, enjoy your training," he tells me. I walk over to one of the empty mats and begin practicing my martial arts moves. Over the past few days, I've noticed that my punches and kicks have become considerably faster. "Heh. Whoever's been trying to kill me better think twice before messing with me!" I say to myself. A crowd of fighters have crowded around me, watching me continuously throw such fast attacks. Ojne of the fighters steps forward and says "WOW! Look at that speed! Hey! Would you please spar with me?" I look him over. His power level can't be all that high (maybe 100) but appears to be very determined. I suppress my power to a far lower level and agree to spar with him. We stand at opposite ends of the mat, bow to each other and begin fighting.
Fighter::runs at P:iccolo::
Piccolo::gets in a battle stance::
Fighter::launches a volley of about 10 punches aimed for Piccolo's head::
Piccolo::dodges all ten attacks with ease::
Fighter::attempts to knee Piccolo in the gut::
Piccolo::catches the attack with one hand and flips the fighter backward::
Fighter::recovers from being flipped and tries to jump kick Piccolo::
Piccolo::jumps over his would-be attacker::
Fighter:: lands and wonders how his oppenent jumped over him::
Piccolo::launches a single kick into his oppenents chest::
Piccolo::the kick connects and knocks the fighter off the mat::
The young fighter gets up and stares in awe at me. "Wow! You're strong! How'd you do that?" he asks me. A smile comes to my face. "Heh. Hard work and a lot of patience," I tell him. The sensei walks over to me and says, "Piccolo-san, never before have I seen a fighting style like yours before. You are truly a great warrior!" If nameks were capable of blushing, I'm sure I'd be doing that right now. "Uhh... thanks," I tell him. "Please, you must be tired. Why don't take time to rest and concentrate," he tells me. I reply, "Thanks. That sounds like a good idea." The crowd of fighters disspersed as I begin to remove my armor and weighted gear. As I begin to hover over the mat, a few of the fighters continue to look at me. They go back to their training as I lapse into deep cocentraition, listening to the sounds of the fighters and the sound of the rain hitting the roof.

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