<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1DbJUec.png) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331816.msg15826349#msg15826349)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Power Level:</strong>650;<strong>Power Up:</strong>140;<strong>Power Spent/Raised &amp; Available:</strong>0/0<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>50;<strong>Hits:</strong>100;<strong>Move:</strong>11<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><hr/>From her perch high above the rocky, dust-covered mountains, Okura surveyed the landscape with bright blue eyes. She peered past her jet-black fringe - which danced back and forth upon her forehead as the wind picked up fiercely about her - and considered the vast, near-featureless tapestry of oranges and browns far below. After a time, she smiled slowly: it had taken her the better part of the morning to find, but this truly was the perfect spot.<br/><br/><strong><em>No one else for miles around,</em></strong>thought Okura triumphantly,<strong><em>so there's no reason to hold back.</em></strong><br/><br/>Though invisible to the naked eye, Okura's body radiated a palpable energy, one which crackled and undulated with silent intensity. Cleaving to her form like a bodysuit, it began to lift her into the air; the wind picked up once more, angry at her hubris yet unable to stop her passage through the sky. She continued non-phased towards the bottom of the vertical cliff upon which she'd been standing, and then touched down gently at its base.<br/><br/><strong><em>Guess I should get warmed up.</em></strong>The young Saiyan looked skywards, her blue eyes traversing the length of the cliff's utmost edge; she lifted her hand towards it, palm outwards, and then dug her heels into the stone underfoot. Letting out a brief, sharp shout, Okura watched as a ball of bright, raw energy surged forth from her flesh; it clawed its way higher and higher through the air at a desperate speed, angling determinedly towards a spot several meters beneath the cliff's apex. It vanished upon making contact, swallowed up by an explosion of rock and dust and grit: dozens of boulders, and debris of all shapes and sizes, fell free from their mooring and began plummeting towards the ground and it's solitary occupant.<br/><br/>After waiting several moments for the rocks to near, Okura bent at the knees - once, twice, three times - and then pushed off from the ground with such force that she was catapulted up into the air. She rushed to meet the boulders with a grin of triumph, and a second before making impact with the lowest one she swung out with her right leg, catching it dead center: it shattered utterly, decimated by the force of the blow. Pushing onward, Okura bounced from one rock to the next, each time obliterating it with an expertly placed punch, kick, or headbutt to its dead center. Dust and rubble cascaded towards the ground in free-fall, pelting it unceremoniously in uneven spreads.<br/><br/>Using the last boulder as a springboard, Okura jumped the rest of the way towards the cliff's top, where she landed with a mirthful chuckle. She began stretching, first one way and then the other; once she felt suitably loosened, she turned back towards the drop-off, her blue-eyed stare scanning the horizon for the source of a distant sound: a heavy '<strong>thud, thud, thud</strong>' noise which had been growing in muffled volume for several minutes. It took her a moment to locate it, but once she had, her mouth split into a toothy grin: at the very cusp of her vision, Okura spotted a large, bipedal silhouette racing from east to west, cleaving to the shadows of distant rock faces, its massive jaw carried low over the ground as though trying to snatch at something unseen.<br/><br/><strong>"Dinner and training, all in one conveniently large-sized package."</strong>Okura chuckled at her good-fortune and, with a triumphant sprint off of the edge of the cliff, took off flying towards the distant tyrannosaurus.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/94/Dragonball_%284-Star%29.svg/1200px-Dragonball_%284-Star%29.svg.png)</div><br/>Okura's return to Northern City had been slower than initially intended, thanks in no small part to her bellyful of dinosaur meat, and the sleep-inducing effect that had upon her. By the time she arrived at the city limits, she was yawning widely, her open mouth catching a lungful of air as she soared high above the cloud-line. Okura slowed her pace out of necessity, rolled out her shoulder, and then began to descend just low enough to identify her landing site. She looked back and forth, searching for a good, quiet spot to set down; the sights and sounds of the vibrant cityscape rose to meet her eagerly, hungry for acknowledgement.<br/><br/><strong><em>Looks like everyone's really excited for the Tournament.</em></strong>Okura folded her arms and hovered, suddenly wide-awake as she began to dwell on the contest ahead: it surprised her that she wasn't more enthused about taking part. This was something that she had been working towards, after all, though Okura often recalled that she had only begun doing so at the behest of others. Indeed, the first dozen contests that she had won had been entered without her prior knowledge: the students of Northern City High School had been kind enough to saddle that responsibility for her.<br/><br/>Thoughts of her High School caused Okura to frown, and she rose back up into the cloud cover, intending to delay her return. It was confusing to her, humanity's stance on fighting: on the one hand, they cherished it as the ultimate expression of discipline and prowess; but on the other, they decried it - and, in the case of Okura's Principle,<em>her</em>specifically for exercising her talents. What confused her more was the double-standards that the adults would apply depending on the situation: the Principle, Rin and Toya, and even the students, all wanted her to fight and win, but the moment she did so for an actual<em>cause</em>- that being the defense of those weaker than herself - they considered her to irresponsible, and even dangerous.<br/><br/><strong>Dangerous.</strong>It was a word that no one had specifically used to describe her, but Okura was no fool: she could read the fear in their eyes sometimes, when they thought her too dense to notice. It was a look she remembered from her youth - the same one that countless alien beings had worn when faced with the merciless onslaught of their Saiyan conquerors. Fear, hatred, distrust. Okura had been young then, but she was certainly old enough to realise how<strong><em>wrong</em></strong>it felt to be looked at in such a way. That was why she had failed to take a life by the age of twelve; it was why her father had been shamed and shunned: an outcast with a coward for a daughter.<br/><br/>Okura's expression darkened in tandem with her mood: thoughts of her father were always complex, and she rarely knew how to feel when she remembered him. Daikon had sacrificed himself to return her to life, but did that excuse a lifetime of murder? Did his love for her at the very end absolve him of all the times he had turned his back on her, certain that Okura lacked the heart of a true Saiyan? She wasn't sure - and she doubted she ever would be.<br/><br/>With a laden sigh, Okura unfolded her arms and finally began her descent. She picked out a spot to the western edge of the city that would serve to hide her from casual glances and then bee-lined towards it, taking care to avoid flying past any of the westward facing windows of the buildings close-by. Upon landing, she turned towards the heart of the city, thrust her hands into her pockets, and then began the slow, heavy-footed stroll back home.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on out, Pretzel, there's a good-- oh, young miss!"</strong><br/><br/>Okura slowed and looked around, her attention drawn by the doddering old man who had addressed her. He was stood besides a parked car, one hand upon the bonnet and another clutched about a walking stick. He gestured for the young Saiyan to approach, which she did with a raised brow.<strong>"Excuse me, miss. I'm sorry to trouble you, but my cat, Pretzel... he's ran beneath this car and I can't bend over to fetch him out. Would you mind giving me a hand?"</strong><br/><br/>Blinking, Okura asked,<strong>"Your cat's name is Pretzel?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Oh yes,"</strong>nodded the old man, smiling.<strong>"He's quite the rascal. Would you mind grabbing him for me?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Oh. Of course."</strong>Okura reached down towards the front of the car, gripped it by the bumper, and then raised her arm, lifting the front-half of the car clear of the ground as she did; with her free hand she scooped up the startled feline, which meowed quizzically. Returning the vehicle to its front wheels, Okura offered out the cat to the old man, who was staring at her with wide, disbelieving eyes and a gaping mouth.<strong>"Here you go."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"How...?"</strong>he stammered, accepting the cat upside down and not bothering to right it.<strong>"How did you...?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"How did I what?"</strong>Okura looked from the old man to the car and then back again. She sniffed twice before realisation dawned on her.<strong>"Oh... the car! Well, I... eat a lot of greens... do a lot of squats... Take daily walks."</strong>She paused for a long moment, staring back into the unblinking eyes of the old man; then, at a vastly quicker pace than before, she started off back down the road.<strong>"Got to go now. Bye!"</strong>she called back, and then she took the corner and was gone.<br/><br/>The old man stared after her - as did the upside down cat.<strong>"Squats, huh?"</strong>