Post by Jinsoku Akuma on Jul 2, 2013 8:37:32 GMT
Over the next few days, Shioto Taksuo tried to cheer the young boy up with more of the numbers game, even trying to create a new game up, but to no avail. The now seventeen year old had joy and excitement ripped from him just as quick as it had entered and his facial and bodily expression showed it. Soon time came again for them to sleep and so they did. That night Jinsoku dreamed about himself being able to use ki, using it to help his people, other families, and using it to fight the saiyans. It was one of the best, happiest dreams Jinsoku had ever had.
The next day Jinsoku awoke to Mr.Taksuo staring at him, the young boy still saddened from a few days ago. The old man spoke up however. “You were talking in your sleep again. Were you having fun ‘Ki-ing people’?” Jinsoku turned his head to the side; a little embarrassed he had actually said that out loud in his sleep. Jinsoku would then mumble something out. “Yes...I was helping people...helping people who couldn’t help themselves…I was helping defend against the saiyans…I was using my Ki to heal people, and not just heal their wounds just by me being there to help...I was healing their hearts…I actually had a purpose again in my dream…I was truly happy again...” Jinsoku got up and moved away from the old man. His dream was over, now he was back in the cruel hell he had known these last 8 months. His dream would never come true, not now, not ever. He was now destined to die along with an old man in a cell in who knows what location. “I see…Mr.Jinsoku Akuma, I will teach you how to channel your Ki and use it.” Jinsoku’s head snapped back, did he just hear what he thought he heard? Was Shioto Taksuo going to teach him to use his Ki?
“Wha…really? I thought you said you couldn’t even fly anymore let alone teach me?” The old man’s face turned into a serious tone. He then sat down and crossed his legs, putting his right hand against his right leg. Jinsoku watched as Shioto seemed to be concentrating for a few seconds and then just like that the man floated into the air. It was only a foot or two but it was enough to amaze Jinsoku. The old man then spoke. “Seeing isn’t believing, believing is seeing. I suppose knowing your inner self, your ability to release your ki never truly leaves you. More mental than physical in that aspect.” His body slowly floated back to the ground. Shioto would then speak again. “We must keep your training a secret for if the saiyans found out, we could both be separated or even killed. It’s also going to be very difficult for me to train you in basic ki use as a cramped cell and nothing to practice on can make things very complicated. But...I shall teach you the basics and hope that one day you might can further your training in the outside world…”
Jinsoku listened as the old man spoke, understanding that his training would be severely hampered due to the cell and fear of the saiyans finding out. When Shioto finished speaking, Jinsoku nodded his head and then spoke. “I understand. I will accept any training you shall give me.” Shioto nodded his head before speaking once more. “Ok. First you’re going to need to know how to control your energy. Here” Shioto took Jinsoku’s hands then turned them both vertical and placed them about six inches apart from each other. “What I consider the first step in learning how to control your ki. Channeling it. Now boy you need to try and focus on the space in between your hands. Feel your energy move through your body and try to focus it into the area between your hands. Watch me.” Shioto would then place in hands in the exact same position. Jinsoku watched as he saw the old man’s eyes stare into the openness of his hands. Suddenly a small golden sphere started to form into the area, it was only bright enough however to show the man’s lightened up hands. It lasted for ten seconds before it disappeared; the old man spoke once more after it disappeared.
“Like I said before, not all ki energy is explosive and destructive. It can heal as well as help you fly. What I just shown you was a predefined form of what most destructive ki is harnessed into. It’s usually a prerequisite I had my stu-…my master taught me…before he taught me how to fly. Once you get that down pat, flying will be your next lesson…or more so floating than actual flying because of our predicament. But for now, you concentrate on the task at hand. Or should I say...the task between your hands.” Shioto snickered at his little joke. Jinsoku was in awe when he saw the golden sphere it was so defined yet not. It seemed like a clam before the storm type of thing and he had to do it. Looking down at the area between his hands he would try to concentrate and get his energy to form in the center of his hands before pushing it out into the open space. Shioto Taksuo watched eagerly as Jinsoku concentrated.
Jinsoku starred at his hands, trying to concentrate. I have Ki...everyone does...I just have to harness it...use it…I have to concentrate! And so Jinsoku did, at first Jinsoku felt nothing, no energy moving, nothing there. But after half an hour of steady concentration, he could start to feel the energy flowing through him. Now was the time to concentrate harder, to move that energy toward his hands. This proved much more difficult. He didn’t have much control over the energy in his body and every time he tried to move in towards his hands, he felt it would go elsewhere. Jinsoku spent nearly the entire day trying to connect his energy to his hands, Shioto offering guidance through the day. “Stay patience. Calm yourself. Feel the energy flow through you at first, don’t go straight for your hands. Hands are small. Go for your arms or legs or stomach. Start big, move to small.” It seemed like the old man was telling him the same stuff over and over again through the day yet Jinsoku could never manage to move this energy toward his hands. The energy never went to a single part, but rather stayed everywhere. Jinsoku felt like there was just too much energy to concentrate on and move.
Soon, Jinsoku was started to feel to fatigued to continue training for the day. He felt like he had gotten nowhere and wasted an entire day. Jinsoku voiced his frustrations to the old man. “Why is it so hard!! I wasted a whole day just feeling my energy move uncontrollably. It’s like it was mocking me for not being able to concentrate hard enough for me to move it!” Mr. Taksuo shook his head before speaking. “I never said it was going to be easy kid. And it’s not you concentration that is lacking boy; it’s you sense of control. You were trying to move ALL of your energy to a small portion of your body. As I told you, you should have focused on something larger. You will learn to do this tomorrow. For now we rest. Oh and do not worry about ‘wasting a day’, we have nowhere else to go. Time is of no concern. Get your rest.” Jinsoku went to his cot, he was still a little angry but the old man was right. There were no wasted days. Not in here. He would do better tomorrow.
Jinsoku’s dream this time was the same nightmare he had once before. His eyes laid upon two saiyans standing over his destroyed family shack and Jinsoku moving in slow motion towards them. But something was different...he felt different than before. He could feel the ki energy inside of him. It gave him strength, strength to move faster. He was no longer in slow motion now as he had finally reached the two saiyans. Jinsoku’s face twisted in anger. “YOU BOTH WILL DIE BY MY HANDS!!!” Jinsoku then charged abrasively toward the two saiyans raising his fists to attack them simultaneously. The two saiyans were far better and easily managed block each and every punch Jinsoku managed to throw. Soon Jinsoku grew tired, his furious onslaught was not working. Finally one of the saiyans countered his punch and kneed Jinsoku in the stomach dropping the young boy to his knees. Jinsoku’s face was red in anger as tears started to flow from his eyes. He had finally caught them…but he was too weak…he was worthless… Looking up at them, he saw that the two were now high in the air. One of the saiyans smiled and taunted the boy. “Heh, such a weak little boy. You couldn’t even land a punch against us surely you cannot fly. It was a pleasure killing your family little boy. Here, how about you join them.” The saiyan then charged up a yellow energy ball and sent it hurling toward the teary eyed Jinsoku it connected and exploded, tearing the clothes off of the young boy and burning his body.
Jinsoku woke up sweating. He looked over and saw that the old man was asleep. That damn dream again….it was worse than before…I couldn’t even land a punch…I couldn’t fly….hmm. Jinsoku got out of his little cot and sat Indian style on the cell floor. He put his hands a few inches from each and started to try and concentrate on moving his energy first toward other parts of his body, the bigger parts. I’m going to master this...I must…I will...for my parents… So Jinsoku slowly and calmly started to focus on his inner ki energy. Hours passed before the old man awoke, and when he did Jinsoku was standing up and staring right at him. The old man was a little surprised to see the boy up and staring at him so hard. “You’re up before I am? My my, I didn’t expect that happen. You ready to start your training again today?” Jinsoku sat down and got into the same position as before, with his hands placed in the correct spots. “Ok dear boy reme-” Shioto didn’t get to finish before a small golden orb started to form in between Jinsoku’s hands. Shioto smiled and continued to speak. “So that’s why you were up before me...you were already practicing…Well that just leaves the next step to the-” Shioto cut off once again as what he saw surprised him yet again.
The golden orb between Jinsoku’s hands disappeared, and his body started to lift and hover off the ground. Shioto smiled yet again as Jinsoku returned to the ground after hovering for a good half minute. “Well...you certainly surprised me. Yesterday you struggled so much...yet in less than one night you managed to not only center your ki into your hands, but use it to hover. Impressive. Very impressive.” Jinsoku looked up into the eyes of the old man, his face in a serious town. “What’s next...I know there are more lessons...flying isn’t the only thing you can do with ki. I want to know how to do it all.” Mr.Taksuo smiled and shook his head while answering. “Theirs not much else I can teach you here boy. Not with ki anyway.” Jinsoku looked at the ground and several minutes passed as they both were silent. Finally Jinsoku looked back up at the man. “Teach me how to fight then. With my arms and legs…I have great speed...I just lack…everything else…this cell isn’t big but...it’s big enough for you to teach me how to fight with some technique.”
The old man looked at him silently for a few seconds before responding. “Very well. I will teach you how to fight more properly. But we must keep as silent as possibly and our ears open. If the saiyans were to see us training then they could separate or even kill us. Do you understand Jinsoku? You must be aware of your surroundings if this is going to work.” Jinsoku nodded his head. “Okay. I will. I’m ready…I’m ready for more training…” It felt odd for Jinsoku to say that...training…it was such a peculiar word for him. He had never been ‘trained’ he improved himself in various aspects...but he was never ‘trained’ by someone else. Sure his father taught him how to pickpocket but…that was different…Today, Jinsoku would learn how to fight properly, with technique.
And so it started, Shioto began the young teenager’s training, as the months passed Jinsoku became more and more proficient in his martial arts. Whenever they heard a guard, they immediately stopped and retreated to their cots. The months turned into years, soon Jinsoku turned into a young man. Five long years Jinsoku had been imprisoned with Shioto Taksuo, Jinsoku’s ability to fight and at least know how to fly had increased tremendously. He had even outmatched his very own teacher on several occasions. During his time training under the old sage, Jinsoku learned to heighten his senses. He learned to pay attention to the sounds around him as well as use his eyes to pay attention to his surroundings. “You never know when one of your senses could be taken away just like that. You need to relay on all your senses and not just your eyes. I’ve seen so many fighters depend too much on their eyes and when their sight was taken, they crumbled.”
This and many quotes and lessons always ringed in the mind of Jinsoku. The old man had quite the way with words and his fighting skills were pretty superb as well. Jinsoku felt as if he had known the man his entire life, but their still remained a mystery. The old man had hardly ever talked about his past, and thoughts still roamed around in Jinsoku’s head that Shioto Taksuo wasn’t the old man’s actual name. However, Jinsoku respected the man too much to have ever asked. But...Jinsoku did have other things on his mind. Like escaping from this horrid jail. One day Jinsoku brought this up with the old man. “No. Absolutely not. We both have no idea where we are. We have no idea how many guards there are and neither of us is capable of taking on an entire saiyan army, or even a Saiyan Elite for that matter. Whatever thoughts you have about escaping, you’d have better luck trying to pull a balloon out of your ass.”
Disgruntled, Jinsoku replied back. “What do you mean we can’t take on saiyans? We don’t have to Fight them ALL. We can run away. I’m stronger, faster and smarter than I used to be, you saw to that. I could distract them or something, help you get away easily. Or we could work together! We’d make a great team! I’m tired of sitting in this cell letting all this training go to waist!!! We need to be OUT THERE helping people!! Helping the Humans!!! Don’t you even care at all? You’re willing to just sit here and train away until one of both of us die? What good is that? Didn’t you train me because I had the heart to want to help people? How am I suppose to help out people when I’m stuck in here!!”
The old man looked at Jinsoku, his face twisted with two kinds of expressions. One sad and the other frustrated. “Don’t say I don’t care boy! I have seen things, horrible things the saiyans have done. Remember you aren’t the only one they have hurt and all but destroyed. I taught you fully knowing that neither of us would ever escape. I taught you because you had the heart to help people. I wanted to make a depressed young boy feel happy again. Theirs not much ‘happy’ in these prison cells you know. And boy, two against a thousand is not very good odds no matter how strong, fast, or smart either of us is. Escape is suicide. It’s just going to get us thrown back in here, probably separated or killed. It’s about the same odds as when you tried to rob the saiyan headquarters. It’s just not possible boy. You have to know your limits and I believe our limits are nowhere near that needed to escape. As you can see, I’m not the young man I once was. Seeing us escape is just something that’s unbelievable. Sorry boy."
Jinsoku looked down at the ground, the old man did have a point….it’s probably what he would have done if he were in the same position the old man was. However…Jinsoku was different for a reason. After a few silent minutes between the two, Jinsoku looked up into the old man eyes and spoke again. ” Someone once told me seeing isn’t believing. Believing is seeing. If I’m correct, it was you that said that Mr.Taksuo. Are you saying that you don’t go by your own words anymore? Have you turned so senile as to not believe in your own skills and that of your student? Mr. Shioto Taksuo I know you haven’t gone that crazy. I know deep down inside you want to get out and see the light again. You want to help others just as you helped me….I’m going to get out Mr.Taksuo, with or without your help because I believe in myself and my mission.” Jinsoku finished and waited to see what the old man’s response would be.
A few seconds passed before the old man grunted and got into his cot. “You’re the one who’s gone senile kid, not me. You want to get yourself killed be my guest. I’ll enjoy what little time I have left in this cell. A cell that was fine and cozy until some snot nosed kid showed up hmph.” With that the old man turned his body around to face his wall and went to sleep, or at least e to be. Jinsoku could tell he was still awake So be it.. Jinsoku would need to form a plan first; he had to figure out how to get the saiyan guard who brought their daily food to open the door for him. Jinsoku would spend the rest of the day trying to think up a good enough plan. Once he had finally formed a considerable high-quality plan it was very late. Jinsoku decided that he would get a good nights rest before he attempted his elaborate jailbreak tomorrow. Looking at the old man, who was now fast asleep and snoring, Jinsoku sighed before getting into his cot and falling asleep as well.
The next day Jinsoku awoke to Mr.Taksuo staring at him, the young boy still saddened from a few days ago. The old man spoke up however. “You were talking in your sleep again. Were you having fun ‘Ki-ing people’?” Jinsoku turned his head to the side; a little embarrassed he had actually said that out loud in his sleep. Jinsoku would then mumble something out. “Yes...I was helping people...helping people who couldn’t help themselves…I was helping defend against the saiyans…I was using my Ki to heal people, and not just heal their wounds just by me being there to help...I was healing their hearts…I actually had a purpose again in my dream…I was truly happy again...” Jinsoku got up and moved away from the old man. His dream was over, now he was back in the cruel hell he had known these last 8 months. His dream would never come true, not now, not ever. He was now destined to die along with an old man in a cell in who knows what location. “I see…Mr.Jinsoku Akuma, I will teach you how to channel your Ki and use it.” Jinsoku’s head snapped back, did he just hear what he thought he heard? Was Shioto Taksuo going to teach him to use his Ki?
“Wha…really? I thought you said you couldn’t even fly anymore let alone teach me?” The old man’s face turned into a serious tone. He then sat down and crossed his legs, putting his right hand against his right leg. Jinsoku watched as Shioto seemed to be concentrating for a few seconds and then just like that the man floated into the air. It was only a foot or two but it was enough to amaze Jinsoku. The old man then spoke. “Seeing isn’t believing, believing is seeing. I suppose knowing your inner self, your ability to release your ki never truly leaves you. More mental than physical in that aspect.” His body slowly floated back to the ground. Shioto would then speak again. “We must keep your training a secret for if the saiyans found out, we could both be separated or even killed. It’s also going to be very difficult for me to train you in basic ki use as a cramped cell and nothing to practice on can make things very complicated. But...I shall teach you the basics and hope that one day you might can further your training in the outside world…”
Jinsoku listened as the old man spoke, understanding that his training would be severely hampered due to the cell and fear of the saiyans finding out. When Shioto finished speaking, Jinsoku nodded his head and then spoke. “I understand. I will accept any training you shall give me.” Shioto nodded his head before speaking once more. “Ok. First you’re going to need to know how to control your energy. Here” Shioto took Jinsoku’s hands then turned them both vertical and placed them about six inches apart from each other. “What I consider the first step in learning how to control your ki. Channeling it. Now boy you need to try and focus on the space in between your hands. Feel your energy move through your body and try to focus it into the area between your hands. Watch me.” Shioto would then place in hands in the exact same position. Jinsoku watched as he saw the old man’s eyes stare into the openness of his hands. Suddenly a small golden sphere started to form into the area, it was only bright enough however to show the man’s lightened up hands. It lasted for ten seconds before it disappeared; the old man spoke once more after it disappeared.
“Like I said before, not all ki energy is explosive and destructive. It can heal as well as help you fly. What I just shown you was a predefined form of what most destructive ki is harnessed into. It’s usually a prerequisite I had my stu-…my master taught me…before he taught me how to fly. Once you get that down pat, flying will be your next lesson…or more so floating than actual flying because of our predicament. But for now, you concentrate on the task at hand. Or should I say...the task between your hands.” Shioto snickered at his little joke. Jinsoku was in awe when he saw the golden sphere it was so defined yet not. It seemed like a clam before the storm type of thing and he had to do it. Looking down at the area between his hands he would try to concentrate and get his energy to form in the center of his hands before pushing it out into the open space. Shioto Taksuo watched eagerly as Jinsoku concentrated.
Jinsoku starred at his hands, trying to concentrate. I have Ki...everyone does...I just have to harness it...use it…I have to concentrate! And so Jinsoku did, at first Jinsoku felt nothing, no energy moving, nothing there. But after half an hour of steady concentration, he could start to feel the energy flowing through him. Now was the time to concentrate harder, to move that energy toward his hands. This proved much more difficult. He didn’t have much control over the energy in his body and every time he tried to move in towards his hands, he felt it would go elsewhere. Jinsoku spent nearly the entire day trying to connect his energy to his hands, Shioto offering guidance through the day. “Stay patience. Calm yourself. Feel the energy flow through you at first, don’t go straight for your hands. Hands are small. Go for your arms or legs or stomach. Start big, move to small.” It seemed like the old man was telling him the same stuff over and over again through the day yet Jinsoku could never manage to move this energy toward his hands. The energy never went to a single part, but rather stayed everywhere. Jinsoku felt like there was just too much energy to concentrate on and move.
Soon, Jinsoku was started to feel to fatigued to continue training for the day. He felt like he had gotten nowhere and wasted an entire day. Jinsoku voiced his frustrations to the old man. “Why is it so hard!! I wasted a whole day just feeling my energy move uncontrollably. It’s like it was mocking me for not being able to concentrate hard enough for me to move it!” Mr. Taksuo shook his head before speaking. “I never said it was going to be easy kid. And it’s not you concentration that is lacking boy; it’s you sense of control. You were trying to move ALL of your energy to a small portion of your body. As I told you, you should have focused on something larger. You will learn to do this tomorrow. For now we rest. Oh and do not worry about ‘wasting a day’, we have nowhere else to go. Time is of no concern. Get your rest.” Jinsoku went to his cot, he was still a little angry but the old man was right. There were no wasted days. Not in here. He would do better tomorrow.
Jinsoku’s dream this time was the same nightmare he had once before. His eyes laid upon two saiyans standing over his destroyed family shack and Jinsoku moving in slow motion towards them. But something was different...he felt different than before. He could feel the ki energy inside of him. It gave him strength, strength to move faster. He was no longer in slow motion now as he had finally reached the two saiyans. Jinsoku’s face twisted in anger. “YOU BOTH WILL DIE BY MY HANDS!!!” Jinsoku then charged abrasively toward the two saiyans raising his fists to attack them simultaneously. The two saiyans were far better and easily managed block each and every punch Jinsoku managed to throw. Soon Jinsoku grew tired, his furious onslaught was not working. Finally one of the saiyans countered his punch and kneed Jinsoku in the stomach dropping the young boy to his knees. Jinsoku’s face was red in anger as tears started to flow from his eyes. He had finally caught them…but he was too weak…he was worthless… Looking up at them, he saw that the two were now high in the air. One of the saiyans smiled and taunted the boy. “Heh, such a weak little boy. You couldn’t even land a punch against us surely you cannot fly. It was a pleasure killing your family little boy. Here, how about you join them.” The saiyan then charged up a yellow energy ball and sent it hurling toward the teary eyed Jinsoku it connected and exploded, tearing the clothes off of the young boy and burning his body.
Jinsoku woke up sweating. He looked over and saw that the old man was asleep. That damn dream again….it was worse than before…I couldn’t even land a punch…I couldn’t fly….hmm. Jinsoku got out of his little cot and sat Indian style on the cell floor. He put his hands a few inches from each and started to try and concentrate on moving his energy first toward other parts of his body, the bigger parts. I’m going to master this...I must…I will...for my parents… So Jinsoku slowly and calmly started to focus on his inner ki energy. Hours passed before the old man awoke, and when he did Jinsoku was standing up and staring right at him. The old man was a little surprised to see the boy up and staring at him so hard. “You’re up before I am? My my, I didn’t expect that happen. You ready to start your training again today?” Jinsoku sat down and got into the same position as before, with his hands placed in the correct spots. “Ok dear boy reme-” Shioto didn’t get to finish before a small golden orb started to form in between Jinsoku’s hands. Shioto smiled and continued to speak. “So that’s why you were up before me...you were already practicing…Well that just leaves the next step to the-” Shioto cut off once again as what he saw surprised him yet again.
The golden orb between Jinsoku’s hands disappeared, and his body started to lift and hover off the ground. Shioto smiled yet again as Jinsoku returned to the ground after hovering for a good half minute. “Well...you certainly surprised me. Yesterday you struggled so much...yet in less than one night you managed to not only center your ki into your hands, but use it to hover. Impressive. Very impressive.” Jinsoku looked up into the eyes of the old man, his face in a serious town. “What’s next...I know there are more lessons...flying isn’t the only thing you can do with ki. I want to know how to do it all.” Mr.Taksuo smiled and shook his head while answering. “Theirs not much else I can teach you here boy. Not with ki anyway.” Jinsoku looked at the ground and several minutes passed as they both were silent. Finally Jinsoku looked back up at the man. “Teach me how to fight then. With my arms and legs…I have great speed...I just lack…everything else…this cell isn’t big but...it’s big enough for you to teach me how to fight with some technique.”
The old man looked at him silently for a few seconds before responding. “Very well. I will teach you how to fight more properly. But we must keep as silent as possibly and our ears open. If the saiyans were to see us training then they could separate or even kill us. Do you understand Jinsoku? You must be aware of your surroundings if this is going to work.” Jinsoku nodded his head. “Okay. I will. I’m ready…I’m ready for more training…” It felt odd for Jinsoku to say that...training…it was such a peculiar word for him. He had never been ‘trained’ he improved himself in various aspects...but he was never ‘trained’ by someone else. Sure his father taught him how to pickpocket but…that was different…Today, Jinsoku would learn how to fight properly, with technique.
And so it started, Shioto began the young teenager’s training, as the months passed Jinsoku became more and more proficient in his martial arts. Whenever they heard a guard, they immediately stopped and retreated to their cots. The months turned into years, soon Jinsoku turned into a young man. Five long years Jinsoku had been imprisoned with Shioto Taksuo, Jinsoku’s ability to fight and at least know how to fly had increased tremendously. He had even outmatched his very own teacher on several occasions. During his time training under the old sage, Jinsoku learned to heighten his senses. He learned to pay attention to the sounds around him as well as use his eyes to pay attention to his surroundings. “You never know when one of your senses could be taken away just like that. You need to relay on all your senses and not just your eyes. I’ve seen so many fighters depend too much on their eyes and when their sight was taken, they crumbled.”
This and many quotes and lessons always ringed in the mind of Jinsoku. The old man had quite the way with words and his fighting skills were pretty superb as well. Jinsoku felt as if he had known the man his entire life, but their still remained a mystery. The old man had hardly ever talked about his past, and thoughts still roamed around in Jinsoku’s head that Shioto Taksuo wasn’t the old man’s actual name. However, Jinsoku respected the man too much to have ever asked. But...Jinsoku did have other things on his mind. Like escaping from this horrid jail. One day Jinsoku brought this up with the old man. “No. Absolutely not. We both have no idea where we are. We have no idea how many guards there are and neither of us is capable of taking on an entire saiyan army, or even a Saiyan Elite for that matter. Whatever thoughts you have about escaping, you’d have better luck trying to pull a balloon out of your ass.”
Disgruntled, Jinsoku replied back. “What do you mean we can’t take on saiyans? We don’t have to Fight them ALL. We can run away. I’m stronger, faster and smarter than I used to be, you saw to that. I could distract them or something, help you get away easily. Or we could work together! We’d make a great team! I’m tired of sitting in this cell letting all this training go to waist!!! We need to be OUT THERE helping people!! Helping the Humans!!! Don’t you even care at all? You’re willing to just sit here and train away until one of both of us die? What good is that? Didn’t you train me because I had the heart to want to help people? How am I suppose to help out people when I’m stuck in here!!”
The old man looked at Jinsoku, his face twisted with two kinds of expressions. One sad and the other frustrated. “Don’t say I don’t care boy! I have seen things, horrible things the saiyans have done. Remember you aren’t the only one they have hurt and all but destroyed. I taught you fully knowing that neither of us would ever escape. I taught you because you had the heart to help people. I wanted to make a depressed young boy feel happy again. Theirs not much ‘happy’ in these prison cells you know. And boy, two against a thousand is not very good odds no matter how strong, fast, or smart either of us is. Escape is suicide. It’s just going to get us thrown back in here, probably separated or killed. It’s about the same odds as when you tried to rob the saiyan headquarters. It’s just not possible boy. You have to know your limits and I believe our limits are nowhere near that needed to escape. As you can see, I’m not the young man I once was. Seeing us escape is just something that’s unbelievable. Sorry boy."
Jinsoku looked down at the ground, the old man did have a point….it’s probably what he would have done if he were in the same position the old man was. However…Jinsoku was different for a reason. After a few silent minutes between the two, Jinsoku looked up into the old man eyes and spoke again. ” Someone once told me seeing isn’t believing. Believing is seeing. If I’m correct, it was you that said that Mr.Taksuo. Are you saying that you don’t go by your own words anymore? Have you turned so senile as to not believe in your own skills and that of your student? Mr. Shioto Taksuo I know you haven’t gone that crazy. I know deep down inside you want to get out and see the light again. You want to help others just as you helped me….I’m going to get out Mr.Taksuo, with or without your help because I believe in myself and my mission.” Jinsoku finished and waited to see what the old man’s response would be.
A few seconds passed before the old man grunted and got into his cot. “You’re the one who’s gone senile kid, not me. You want to get yourself killed be my guest. I’ll enjoy what little time I have left in this cell. A cell that was fine and cozy until some snot nosed kid showed up hmph.” With that the old man turned his body around to face his wall and went to sleep, or at least e to be. Jinsoku could tell he was still awake So be it.. Jinsoku would need to form a plan first; he had to figure out how to get the saiyan guard who brought their daily food to open the door for him. Jinsoku would spend the rest of the day trying to think up a good enough plan. Once he had finally formed a considerable high-quality plan it was very late. Jinsoku decided that he would get a good nights rest before he attempted his elaborate jailbreak tomorrow. Looking at the old man, who was now fast asleep and snoring, Jinsoku sighed before getting into his cot and falling asleep as well.
