Spinning Forwards! Forging one's Own Path! [Training for SP]

"It's time...", Namorel thought to himself as he paced around the house momentarily. He had earned his licence to teach in an official school regardless of planet or practice and had spent the better half of the last few months slowly developing what techniques and skills he would teach to make his dojo stand out from the rest. He decided on utilizing fighting style of his own modification, the one that made him stand out from the other Namekian warriors so many years ago, and the one he still used without question to this day. His variant on the Namekian Warrior Clan style was one that would be tough to teach to the less elastic races however, but he would manage somehow. He had to if he wanted to succeed with his dojo after all.

The Namekian would make his way across the house, feet dragging softly until he crossed the threshold into the room of his own design. A mixture of eastern Earthling design and traditional Namekian styles, the pale white stone and stark floor matting of rice reed gave the room a feeling of emptiness, and yet the openness of the area also gave on the illusion of a proper battlefield. It was the perfect combination. Namorel would bring out a device as well that Ayumu had allowed him to borrow, the hoi-poi exploding to reveal a gargantuan gravity shifting machine, already preset to the safest gravity Namorel could train to at this time, ten times that of Earth and Namek.

Taking time to slowly adjust to the vastly increased gravity, the Namekian's body felt like putty, barely able to trudge along as each slow step under his weights only added to the pressure he was feeling. Minutes that felt like hours passed before Namorel shrugged off the gravity enough to get to working on the master technique that would come to define his dojo in comparison to that of the others. Every other school seemed to have some ancient of special skill to their own, so Namorel felt this part was more important than any other after all.

Pacing himself to the other side of the room, Namorel would take the stance, his feet split and his right palm flat. Energy would slowly begin to lace around his palm as he raised it above his head, the spinning energy growing and growing more with each moment until a spiraling drill of pale blue ki rotated endlessly above the Namekian's head.

Satisfied with the form and shape Namorel was ready to test this technique properly. Firing off a rather large ki blast, using hte warped gravity of the room to send it back at him, Namorel would charge the spinning shield into the blast. He would watch as the ate into the blast, dissipating a large sum of it and fusing the lesser half into itself. He felt that is sustained some damage, but the growth in its power more than made up for this in his opinion. Firing off a larger series of blasts int eh same method, Namorel would extend the barrier outwards, consuming each blast and sustaining more and more damage as it did so.

Power growing greater in the shield as he pushed forwards, feeling it slowly creep towards a cap of stability, where in if it surpassed that maximum it very likely would explode in his hands, harming him more than saving him from anything. Focusing his ki into the spiral, Namorel would work towards regenerating it, making it more durable and capable of further testing and impact.

Repeating his process multiple times over, Namorel would push the spiral barrier towards its cap, little by little until it reached that quintupled capacity that he knew it could barely muster. The pale blue that shield once was alone now shone in a vibrant array of hues and colors, all spreading outwards endlessly in an unstable wave of spirals. The cacophony was quite the show really, the rainbow of energy almost mesmerizing to watch in Namorel's eyes.

The Namekian would then clench his fist, condensing the mass of energy into a single ball, pulsating endlessly and quaking his very core until he could barely hold the power much longer, aiming for one of the few windows in the room, he would launch the pinpointed energy out into the world, the thin beam exploding in size as it flew on wards, hitting a target outside in a violent explosion that barely restrained from damaging the house itself.

With a soft nod, Namorel would grin at the success of further developing the technique he had learned the basic idea of from the old mentor who lived under the sea, taking his crude idea of a blocking technique and evolving it further, turning it into something more viable and for the safety of those who knew it and those they held close. Namorel knew that this would be something he would have to choose carefully on who to teach, not passing these lessons off to the first person that asked him to.

It would be something he would want taught to those with a mind for protection and defense, those without the incentive to use it for the wrong reasons. All of these thoughts kept rotating, spiraling in Namorel's mind. Almost ironic really some may say, the thoughts of a man with much to give and nothing to lose until the lessons of his own hand turn against him and are used by those with impure motives and heart.

The Namekian now understood how the Warrior Clan of old felt when the Dark Clan first branched off from them, using the lessons they were taught to little by little make the planet a much more dangerous place for anyone to be, those ramifications bearing hard on the minds and souls of those responsible for being the teachers... was it even possible for one to completel avoid this consequence? Surely some day someone would come along and use what they would show and teach for lessons beyond purest purity.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 35,265
Trans:
Great Namekian [x8]
PL: 70,528
WC: 1,010
WC: 1,010
TWC: 1,010
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 8,816
x10 Grav
(borrowed)