Post by Kon on Nov 5, 2012 3:52:45 GMT -5
The next morning Kon awoke, took a shower, and got dressed. He grabbed all of his luggage and made sure to lock the house behind himself after making certain that everything was secure.
On the airport he looked around to see what kind of competition he would have in this tournament. He wasn't sensing any huge amounts of furyoku.
After he finished sizing up the competitors, he figured he would make his time on the plane productive and called on a spirit of one of the master artists. He performed a 100 percent spirit unity and began creating a pastel. Once he got to Dobie Village he would make sure to paint pictures of the local architecture. How many people in the world would see such a rural place otherwise?
By the time they had gotten within a 50 mile radius of the village, he had finished and put away all his tools and thought he would take a nap. He awoke however to the sensation of free falling.
"This is your captain speaking. We of the Dobie tribe are glad to welcome you to the one and only Dobie Airline. Instead of a conventional landing you will have to fend for yourselves from this point onward. This plane is a manifestation of our collected furyoku and will now disappear. See you all in Dobie Village."
With that the plane vanished and the passengers all began to plummet towards the ground below. They would have to focus their furyoku and create a cushion or find some way to break their fall. It would be just as easy to make a cushion for everyone as it would be for himself.
After a few moments of freefall and concentration, Kon managed to manipulate his furyoku into the form of a giant cushion for everyone to land on top of. Once he managed to get everyone off of the cushion he dispelled the humongous air bag.
"Everyone alright? Nothing broken?" he questioned as he looked around surveying everyone.
Once everyone was looked over and found to be perfectly fine, he grabbed his bags and began the trip to Dobie Village. Little did he know what he would run into wild beasts. Some of the others had begun following him simply because it was the direction that the plane was headed before it evaporated so they stopped in their tracks when he signalled for them to stay back.
"They're just coyotes. I can handle them. Don't move or the pack will circle you as well."
They were cautiously inching closer while baring their fangs. They must have been long without food or drink for they appeared malnourished and more aggressive than they would normally be.
When the first one leapt, he side-stepped and grabbed on by the scruff of its neck. He held it up for the other coyotes to see. He had caught the alpha male to deter the creatures from messing with them further. When they seemed to back off a bit he tossed the alpha male to the ground ten feet away from himself and further away from the crowd behind himself.
After the coyotes retreated he turned to the group of shaman fighters.
"Everyone still alright? Noone was bit or attacked were they?" he questioned.
He inspected everyone in the crowd, making a head count. Everyone was still here and other than being a bit shook up seemed intact.
He sighed a sigh of relief before picking up his bags once more and beginning his journey once again to Dobie village. After hours of walking in the desert heat they finally all arrived at the village around nightfall. While looking around the town they were greeted by the chiefs of the Dobie tribe and a banquet was held.
"We would all like to welcome you to our humble village. Lodging and meals are available at fair prices that go to support our tribe. Eat, drink, and enjoy your free time here in between the rounds of the tournament and remember the old saying Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
After eating his fill, he went to his room and got ready for bed. The next morning would begin the preliminaries of the Shaman King Tournament. He wasn't nervous just because he didn't think the worst of these people. Chances were that a decent person would win if he didn't and the world would continue spinning.
The next morning Kon was surprised to discover that even though the village appeared rustic and old fashioned, it had working facilities with running water so he took a shower and got dressed in his three piece suit before making his way to the center of the town where the crowd of competitors was already forming.
"My fellow shamans. I wish you all the best of luck in your fights from this day onward. May the best shaman win. When we call your name please step forward and take one of these bracer apparatuses. They will act as a pager between us and you throughout the tournament. When you are scheduled to fight, the information you need will appear on the screen as to whom and where and when you will be fighting. Again good luck to you all."
With that they began calling out names and one by one the competitors stepped forward taking the "Oracle Bells" as the chieftains were referring to the devices.
When Kon's turn came around people began to whisper and mumble as he passed by toward the stage to receive his. He immediately put on his pager and went back to the crowd.
"Isn't that the guy who made a cushion large enough for everyone and then fought the coyotes? All without revealing his spirit's identity. I'd hate to be his first opponent."
Kon couldn't help but smirk at what he was overhearing. Sure he was well dressed and managed to do all those things without dirtying his clothing but if they were true shaman they should have been able to do the same.
It wasn't long after that he got his first fight's information. People gathered later that day to see the fight, hoping to see the true nature of Kon's familiar ghost. Kon had no intention of revealing such a thing so early in the fight.
When Kon found out that it was a shaman that used a weapon spirit he summoned his rock gauntlets to defeat the opponent quickly. After vanquishing his opponent to show he was a good sport, he walked over to her and offered her his hand.
"It was a great attempt miss. Care for a helping hand up? I apologize for dirtying your wonderful attire. I know how much of a pain it can be to maintain good clothing."
"Don't worry about it. It was a fight after all and you won," she replied as she took his hand and rose to her feet with his assistance.
The rest of the matches went by uneventful. Some fighters won, others lost. It seemed to be a typical opponent until one fighter showed himself to be overpowered compared to the other competitors. He had beaten his opponent with barely any movement on his part whatsoever. It appeared that his spirit had an affinity for lightning and electricity.
"More than likely that's going to be who I'm facing in the finals," Kon mumbled to himself. "Why can't it ever be easy? I hate soiling my suits."
As he mumbled to himself aloud the electric shaman turned to stare at him.
"If you don't wish to soil your fine clothes than perhaps it would have been more intelligent to pack normal clothing. After all a gentleman doesn't belong in a fighting tournament that will determine the fate of the world."
"Not true my friend. I have to become the next Shaman King so that the world will be saved from anyone with evil intentions that vies for the position of Shaman King."
The two began to fight with their spirits but after what was a multiple hours long bout, the Kon began to tire but the electric warrior seemed unaffected.
"How much furyoku can this guy have?" Kon questioned to himself.
"More than enough to defeat you and your spirit. You may control rock and dirt but lightning can scorch and damage the earth that it strikes so you've already lost against me. Take one more Lightning Blast."
A bolt of lightning shot straight for Kon and he blocked with his rock gauntlets once more but they shattered and his body violently shook and throwed from the high voltage flowing through his body.
"This fight's over. You'll live but you don't even have enough furyoku to defend yourself. I guess you're just lucky that this was an unsanctioned match. Get stronger and then come to face me once again," the stranger stated as he called back his spirit and walked off.
Exhausted and still in overwhelming pain, Kon blacked out. He awoke in a strange place until he saw what appeared to be a doctor standing next to his bed. He didn't know how long he had been out but he spoke to the doctor as strongly as he could.
"D...doc? How long have I been out?"
The doctor looked down at him with a smile.
"You've been out for two days. It's already night time. Whoever did this to you sure wasn't holding back much. I wonder if they knew that it's illegal to kill your opponent. It automatically disqualifies you from the tournament if you do."
"I don't think he really cared doctor. It wasn't a sanctioned fight anyway. All I know is that I'm going to have to get stronger before I face him again. If I want to even survive that is. The only reason I'm alive now is because I piqued his interest I guess and he wants more of a challenge and let me live for now."
"Sounds like a dangerous character for all of the competitors. Perhaps I should make an announcement so that the other competitors can avoid this man."
"I don't think it's necessary doctor. I think he just wants me now. I was somewhat of a challenge to him so it's gotta be me apparently to fight him and defeat him. I just need more training. That's all. When can I get out of this place anyway?"
"Well now that you're awake we can give you a quick check up and if everything checks out you can be on your way and back to competing."
The doctor performed a complete checkup and cleared Kon for release. Upon leaving the hospital Kon went back to his room and got bathed clean before changing into his pajamas.
"I didn't even get the guy's name. I hope I can get stronger before I have to face him again otherwise I might not live through the experience."
He sighed before rolling over and going back to sleep.
On the airport he looked around to see what kind of competition he would have in this tournament. He wasn't sensing any huge amounts of furyoku.
After he finished sizing up the competitors, he figured he would make his time on the plane productive and called on a spirit of one of the master artists. He performed a 100 percent spirit unity and began creating a pastel. Once he got to Dobie Village he would make sure to paint pictures of the local architecture. How many people in the world would see such a rural place otherwise?
By the time they had gotten within a 50 mile radius of the village, he had finished and put away all his tools and thought he would take a nap. He awoke however to the sensation of free falling.
"This is your captain speaking. We of the Dobie tribe are glad to welcome you to the one and only Dobie Airline. Instead of a conventional landing you will have to fend for yourselves from this point onward. This plane is a manifestation of our collected furyoku and will now disappear. See you all in Dobie Village."
With that the plane vanished and the passengers all began to plummet towards the ground below. They would have to focus their furyoku and create a cushion or find some way to break their fall. It would be just as easy to make a cushion for everyone as it would be for himself.
After a few moments of freefall and concentration, Kon managed to manipulate his furyoku into the form of a giant cushion for everyone to land on top of. Once he managed to get everyone off of the cushion he dispelled the humongous air bag.
"Everyone alright? Nothing broken?" he questioned as he looked around surveying everyone.
Once everyone was looked over and found to be perfectly fine, he grabbed his bags and began the trip to Dobie Village. Little did he know what he would run into wild beasts. Some of the others had begun following him simply because it was the direction that the plane was headed before it evaporated so they stopped in their tracks when he signalled for them to stay back.
"They're just coyotes. I can handle them. Don't move or the pack will circle you as well."
They were cautiously inching closer while baring their fangs. They must have been long without food or drink for they appeared malnourished and more aggressive than they would normally be.
When the first one leapt, he side-stepped and grabbed on by the scruff of its neck. He held it up for the other coyotes to see. He had caught the alpha male to deter the creatures from messing with them further. When they seemed to back off a bit he tossed the alpha male to the ground ten feet away from himself and further away from the crowd behind himself.
After the coyotes retreated he turned to the group of shaman fighters.
"Everyone still alright? Noone was bit or attacked were they?" he questioned.
He inspected everyone in the crowd, making a head count. Everyone was still here and other than being a bit shook up seemed intact.
He sighed a sigh of relief before picking up his bags once more and beginning his journey once again to Dobie village. After hours of walking in the desert heat they finally all arrived at the village around nightfall. While looking around the town they were greeted by the chiefs of the Dobie tribe and a banquet was held.
"We would all like to welcome you to our humble village. Lodging and meals are available at fair prices that go to support our tribe. Eat, drink, and enjoy your free time here in between the rounds of the tournament and remember the old saying Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
After eating his fill, he went to his room and got ready for bed. The next morning would begin the preliminaries of the Shaman King Tournament. He wasn't nervous just because he didn't think the worst of these people. Chances were that a decent person would win if he didn't and the world would continue spinning.
The next morning Kon was surprised to discover that even though the village appeared rustic and old fashioned, it had working facilities with running water so he took a shower and got dressed in his three piece suit before making his way to the center of the town where the crowd of competitors was already forming.
"My fellow shamans. I wish you all the best of luck in your fights from this day onward. May the best shaman win. When we call your name please step forward and take one of these bracer apparatuses. They will act as a pager between us and you throughout the tournament. When you are scheduled to fight, the information you need will appear on the screen as to whom and where and when you will be fighting. Again good luck to you all."
With that they began calling out names and one by one the competitors stepped forward taking the "Oracle Bells" as the chieftains were referring to the devices.
When Kon's turn came around people began to whisper and mumble as he passed by toward the stage to receive his. He immediately put on his pager and went back to the crowd.
"Isn't that the guy who made a cushion large enough for everyone and then fought the coyotes? All without revealing his spirit's identity. I'd hate to be his first opponent."
Kon couldn't help but smirk at what he was overhearing. Sure he was well dressed and managed to do all those things without dirtying his clothing but if they were true shaman they should have been able to do the same.
It wasn't long after that he got his first fight's information. People gathered later that day to see the fight, hoping to see the true nature of Kon's familiar ghost. Kon had no intention of revealing such a thing so early in the fight.
When Kon found out that it was a shaman that used a weapon spirit he summoned his rock gauntlets to defeat the opponent quickly. After vanquishing his opponent to show he was a good sport, he walked over to her and offered her his hand.
"It was a great attempt miss. Care for a helping hand up? I apologize for dirtying your wonderful attire. I know how much of a pain it can be to maintain good clothing."
"Don't worry about it. It was a fight after all and you won," she replied as she took his hand and rose to her feet with his assistance.
The rest of the matches went by uneventful. Some fighters won, others lost. It seemed to be a typical opponent until one fighter showed himself to be overpowered compared to the other competitors. He had beaten his opponent with barely any movement on his part whatsoever. It appeared that his spirit had an affinity for lightning and electricity.
"More than likely that's going to be who I'm facing in the finals," Kon mumbled to himself. "Why can't it ever be easy? I hate soiling my suits."
As he mumbled to himself aloud the electric shaman turned to stare at him.
"If you don't wish to soil your fine clothes than perhaps it would have been more intelligent to pack normal clothing. After all a gentleman doesn't belong in a fighting tournament that will determine the fate of the world."
"Not true my friend. I have to become the next Shaman King so that the world will be saved from anyone with evil intentions that vies for the position of Shaman King."
The two began to fight with their spirits but after what was a multiple hours long bout, the Kon began to tire but the electric warrior seemed unaffected.
"How much furyoku can this guy have?" Kon questioned to himself.
"More than enough to defeat you and your spirit. You may control rock and dirt but lightning can scorch and damage the earth that it strikes so you've already lost against me. Take one more Lightning Blast."
A bolt of lightning shot straight for Kon and he blocked with his rock gauntlets once more but they shattered and his body violently shook and throwed from the high voltage flowing through his body.
"This fight's over. You'll live but you don't even have enough furyoku to defend yourself. I guess you're just lucky that this was an unsanctioned match. Get stronger and then come to face me once again," the stranger stated as he called back his spirit and walked off.
Exhausted and still in overwhelming pain, Kon blacked out. He awoke in a strange place until he saw what appeared to be a doctor standing next to his bed. He didn't know how long he had been out but he spoke to the doctor as strongly as he could.
"D...doc? How long have I been out?"
The doctor looked down at him with a smile.
"You've been out for two days. It's already night time. Whoever did this to you sure wasn't holding back much. I wonder if they knew that it's illegal to kill your opponent. It automatically disqualifies you from the tournament if you do."
"I don't think he really cared doctor. It wasn't a sanctioned fight anyway. All I know is that I'm going to have to get stronger before I face him again. If I want to even survive that is. The only reason I'm alive now is because I piqued his interest I guess and he wants more of a challenge and let me live for now."
"Sounds like a dangerous character for all of the competitors. Perhaps I should make an announcement so that the other competitors can avoid this man."
"I don't think it's necessary doctor. I think he just wants me now. I was somewhat of a challenge to him so it's gotta be me apparently to fight him and defeat him. I just need more training. That's all. When can I get out of this place anyway?"
"Well now that you're awake we can give you a quick check up and if everything checks out you can be on your way and back to competing."
The doctor performed a complete checkup and cleared Kon for release. Upon leaving the hospital Kon went back to his room and got bathed clean before changing into his pajamas.
"I didn't even get the guy's name. I hope I can get stronger before I have to face him again otherwise I might not live through the experience."
He sighed before rolling over and going back to sleep.