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Kazimir Wynter
TALES BENEATH THE DYNA TREE (LEAGUE)
POSTED ON Feb 28, 2024 19:51:59 GMT
[attr="class","pokkenger"] When they managed to find some time to visit the king this week a thought occurred to introduce the ancient king to a modern day one who held the title of royalty himself. Standing next to each other the Urshifu definitely cut a more imposing figure than the Calyrex. Compared to the Ancient King's more regal way of conducting himself Domon was a brute, yet the bear knew how to conduct himself. He could be considered a warrior king back in the olden days. "Alright, think I got a great one for ya today your Majesty. Why don't I tell ya the story... Of the King of Fighters?" Kaz sat crossed legged with a smile on his face as he watched his Urshifu doing a set of push ups in the shade of the tree with the Calyrex sitting atop his back. Despite the bobbing it was a comfortable time for the King as he tilted his head in curiosity as to what this man was talking about. "Rown?"Meanwhile Domon just hid the smile of pride on his face as he focused on his exercises. "So there once was an Urshifu who wandered the lands, battle was his blood and his fists were his way of talking with others. He was a fierce fighter who took on any challenger that would try their hand. He was never short on opponents but one day he could tell that these fights were getting stale. He was strong and while he respected the strength of others it seemed as if he had hit a plateau. All of his fights were nothing more than light exercises now to keep in shape."Domon switched to one handed push-ups now alternating every few sets. Hiding in his grunts was a playful chuff as he realized what Kaz was doing. He didn't want to exclude his brother in arms in this tale but the man wanted to give this tale the dressing of a fairy tale of sorts just for the king. "He wanted to improve himself, not just prove that he was strong. Strength only reached a limit if you allowed it. Lady Luck seemed to agree as word of a dojo reached his ears on the wind. The master was supposedly from a far off land and was revered as a master fighter. With his curiosity peaked the Urshifu set off traversing perilous terrain and fighting off others who wished to meet this master and wanted him to themselves. By the end of the journey he was tired, sore, his body ached and yet he didn't give up. Right in front of him was the dojo, the goal he had set himself for."Now he was doing sit ups with Calyrex holding onto the bear's feet to keep him steady. His gaze never left Kaz's gaze and was only interrupted by the occasionally glimpse of Domon's as it came into the King's view. Yet he swore that it wasn't distracting for each time he saw each other's faces they seemed to blend together with how similar they looked. "As he passed through the doors the Urshifu was caught off guard with what waited for him, or rather who, as he found another of his kind waiting inside. To some it shouldn't be a surprised that a creature like that was a master of the martial arts but never did the warrior ever consider that this legendary master was another of his kin. The master then congratulated them on reaching them and wanted to test them with something the two of them were familiar with.
A fight."A change of venue saw the trio up in the lowest set of branches of the tree as trainer and high king found themselves comfortable sitting on branches while Domon himself had other ideas. With the sturdiest they could find the Pokemon used them to work on his pull ups bringing his chin over them as the story continued. "The warrior Urshifu agreed with little haste and the two went at it. They were evenly matched in the beginning but it soon turned into something a little more...than what the warrior bargained for. See fighters can tell the intent of their opponent when their fists clash and something was telling him that he needed to be careful. It wasn't till he dodged an attacked that crushed the floor of the dojo that he realized this fight had turned into a duel. The master wanted to test the warrior with their lives on the line.
A fighter can always stand back up after being knocked down but death? It was hard to come back from that. The warrior found himself on the defensive and knew that he couldn't keep it up. He had to retaliate or it would be the end of him, but with the two of them evenly matched it was a matter of time till one of them ran out of breath.
So he had to dig deep inside. There was strength within him that he needed to tap into. He needed to fight to survive, to overcome, to stand at the top of it all. If for nobody else but himself. And that power came to the surface when the master managed to slip one fist past him and give himself an opening to ravage the warrior with his strength."Kaz held up his hand to the king showing off the glove that held a Mega Stone within it. "His body broken and on the verge of death as the Master approached him the warrior's spirit was still strong. So he gathered it all, his desire to live, his desire to surpass this master, his desire to continue walking this path of strength to see where it takes him and brought it to the surface.
And in that moment his spirit exploded with new power as his body changed, new strength greater than the masters that took him down in one hit. And one single strike was all that it took to bring him down to his knees. The two looked into each others eyes ready to write the conclusion to this fight when the master laughed and congratulated the warrior.
Confusion was all that they gave the warrior till he noticed something he hadn't before. This master was another of his kind yes but their face, body, and muscles all looked like his own. Taking a step back he soon realized that it was like he was looking in a mirror, that this master was nothing but a reflection of himself. That's when he was congratulated a second time.
The master's formed changed and the warrior noticed that his shadow and the master's had become one as the master morphed into a smaller creature. A Marshadow. This little creature was impressed that this warrior had managed to reach new heights in the middle of a fight, something that many in their time had forgotten, and decided to give him a title. A title that this master had held onto for centuries with hardly a successor.
The King of Fighters."The trio were back on solid ground, clinking glasses of ice cold lemonade to soothe their thirst save for Domon who downed a whole pitcher to recharge himself. "The master taught this king how to fight like his brothers who spent years mastering a rapid strike style in a single day knowing he could do it when push comes to shove. After that he bid them farewell and to continue on the legacy of skilled fighters as both him and the dojo suddenly faded from existence. Instead of a building the Urshifu found himself in front of a monument dedicated to this previous King of Fighters and swore to them that they would do them proud.
And to this day that king still fights. Using his fists to carve out the path he walks to wherever it'll lead him and leave his mark on history as King...Domon."The high king looked over at the Urshifu who only crossed his arms and smiled while pride was written all over his face. Then he clasped his hands together and bowed to the king, "Shifu," giving him a formal greeting out of respect. The Galarian king returned the bow with his own and gave acknowledgement of a fellow royal and his tale. "Crow Rown!"___________________________________________ @calyrex [newclass=.pokkenger] [/newclass] [newclass=.pokkenger b] color: #30c2d7;[/newclass] [newclass=.pokkenger i] color: #30c2d7;[/newclass] [newclass=.pokkenger u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px #30c2d7;[/newclass]
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