Thunder Plains, Universe 7
Scene-Setting Music: "God of Military Arts-Wan Fu's Theme" (Samurai Shodown 2019)
This planet is quite beautiful, Razini freely thought to himself. Breathing in the clean natural scent of the flora and bamboo around him, the forest teemed with a life energy that was almost electric. In the clear flowing river, a small school of fish swam downstream, seeking to avoid the surprisingly nimble claw of a grizzly bear. The light twittering of birds high above the skies were as audible to the Saiyan's ears as if they were next to him. Deep in meditation, he was simultaneously at one with the world around him, yet apart of it. Purely intentional in this case, a soft golden aura enveloping him as he meditated, body almost motionless save for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
Opening his eyes, his keen dark brown gaze caught everything with sparkling clarity. The varying forest greens of the trees and bushes, the rich scents of the forest, the dull-purple scales of the giant dinosaur lumbering off far in the distance...the crisp blue of the mid-noon skies, without even the slight cloudpuff to mar it. So much varying life and different environments on this seemingly insignificant backwater; it only made sense the inhabitants would fight to their dying breath to keep what they had. Small wonder the defenders of this planet were so protective of its existence; he could—did—respect that, as that devotion surely helped make this world’s warriors worthy of their reputations. No one who landed on this planet came away unchanged, it seemed. Demons, Angels, Namekians, Saiyans, Majins, Frost Demons, aliens of all sorts, humans trained in the fighting and martial arts. One word, in his admittedly limited experience, perfectly summed up Earth.
Potential.
Not that this was the time to ponder philosophy. Nor, the Saiyan knew, could he linger in doing so if he wanted to survive the battle to come. Glancing again at the blue skies above, beneath his calm exterior, Razini's blood burned in readiness—and slight wariness—as he awaited the arrival of his mysterious opponent. Anticipation churned in his stomach as his aura flared outward, subtly warning off the nearby animals and keeping him in the moment. The Saiyan ignored the rumbling ground beneath his feet as the dinosaur lumbered off; he needed to be focused if victory was his goal. Choosing forthrightness over any attempt at stealth, his fighting aura slowly intensified with each passing second, a beacon alerting his approaching foe he was indeed ready and waiting. Razini fell back on the belief that had colored his whole life since the wandering monk found him, which had driven him and never failed him.
The truth lies in the fight.
Win or lose, every battle taught him something new, uncovered deeper truths about himself and his place in the universe. In this new circumstance, Razini was confident this would be no different.