Garruk took off, flying fast over the city. He wanted a good place to train, somewhere where he could take his time in silence. He focused again, he was training, not having a picnic or counting forests on the planet. He knew there was a range of mountains a couple of miles from the city, maybe it was a good place to train alone. He sped up, lowering his height so that he could touch the sand below, he loved the sensation in his fingers as they skimmed the soft, hot surface. He went higher, seeing how the rocks grew in numbers and size, scattering across the desert like stars in the night sky. He spotted what he wanted, the valley that he had seen as a kid before, he had trained here many years ago, it felt like yesterday now though....
He continued and flew over the valley, shaking off his memories that crept back into his mind. He didn't want these memories to disturb his training. He slowed down as he spotted a perfect place, high cliffs would overlook the valley on his destination.
He landed firmly on the high, mighty rocks, feeling how the wind fluttered his hair he took a deep breath. Garruk dropped his backpack to the ground and walked and stand on the edge, checking the height. He extinguished the desire to leap into the air and fly down to sweep the bottom of the valley and stepped back. Garruk lifted his body up into the air, now floating several meters above the hard surface of the cliff, focusing. He raised his right hand and opened his palm, getting a blast up in a second. He snorted at the bright blue orb, it would come naturally nowadays, only a thought was enough. He forced it back inside and put both hands in front him in a similar manner. He brought his energy to the surface again, hearing the crackling noise and tingling. His green aura became completely visible, flowing steadily around his body. Garruk would go even further, he let his Ki flow from his body to his arms sparing nothing, all the way to his fingertips and out. He could feel it tingling in his arms, as he pushed it to his palms with vigorous effort. He felt a little weaker, his arms were a little strained, but he kept supplying more energy into the ball that now sounded like crackling electricity and a beehive full of angry bees to him. He laughed a little to these, bees...
He then cut the energy supply and drew his both hands back, holding the blazing ball with close to his chest. His hands began to shake from the force, a spark went by, he felt it was the time to strike! He fired at the valley below that he was overlooking, two hundred meters for the energy to travel... He watched as the energy flew from his hands, connected to the blast below, that would soon hit the desert's ground. Two hundred meters below the beam of Garruk's greenish energy would hit the ground, Garruk stopped the energy flow and looked as the huge comet of Ki hit the ground. The sand and rock flew through the air while they were engulfed in flames, being ripped from the ground where they had laid seconds ago. A dome of fire expanded quickly and disappeared, with a powerful shockwave that made sandstorms look like little whirlwinds. The pillar of soil was at least fifteen meters high, and as it fell it bore waves of dust that would travel for tens of feets. After fifteen minutes all was clear, Garruk floated down and gazed down from the edge of the cliff. All that he saw from up there was a deep, scorched and wide crater that looked like a giant's footsprint from Garruk's view.
"I wonder how deep is that," He thought to himself and grinned. He remembered that he had his backpack, he took his backpack and reached for the bottle in it. He took it and disposed of it's neck, and took a sip of the liquid into his mouth. It certainly didn't taste pleasant, but reclaimed some of his strength back in a few minutes. He took his backpack and went to the edge of the cliff, he let his body loose and leaned forward. He would soon fall and wind pushed heavily against his falling body, the ground was approaching dangerously fast. He would make a fast turn here to change course, now flying instead of falling, sweeping the sand with his hands like before.
He landed carefully on the ground with a backflip and dropped his backpack on the soft ground.
Now he would stretch every muscle carefully, to avoid soreness in the morning. He got the blood flowing again, and did a couple of hundred of pushups for warmup. Around the pushup number two hundred and five he saw something green coming towards him.
There it was, he was content about the fact that he was about to have a battle. He didn't exactly know what it was. Although, it was what most of you call a saibaman.
"Get ready for some training, don't hold back!" After this Garruk charged, he was too fast for the saibaman and the fiend received a powerful elbow to the left side of it's greenish face, letting a creepy scream out. Garruk snorted and released a series of punches to it's chest and stomach, his fists were just blurs and the sound of fists that pounded meat filled his ears. He continued the combo with a right hook to the jaw that send spit and green blood to the air, then he tripped it, kicked it in mid-air, and grabbing it's legs he threw it into the air high above him. Garruk laughed and took off, passing the flying saibaman in the height of ten meters. He stopped way above it, waiting for it to come to his height, and with a double axehandle he sent it down again. The sound of it screaming when Garruk hit it was marvellous, and his double axehandle pounded the air. The saibaman collided with the ground painfully, a pillar of rock and sand raised through the air and down, and the sound of cracking ground travelled to Garruk's ears. He let his body fall down, landing near the saibaman who was lying on the ground. "Need a hand?" Garruk said and offered his hand. As the saibaman grabbed it, he threw it towards the cliffs, catched it in the air and rubbed it's face against the sand while flying. He quit and started to spin around, holding it's legs in his hands and listening to it's screaming.
He would let go when the moment was right, so that the saibamen would fly to crash the cliffs. The timing was perfect, he let go. "Yeeaaaargh!" It screamed when it flew and stopped when it collided with the cliff.
He laid down to wait for the saibaman, but he didn't have to wait for long. It ran on the sand with it's hands raised and ready to attack, Garruk stood up and prepared his fighting stance. The saibaman went for a kick that Garruk dodged effortlessly, a punch that had the same fate, attempted to tear Garruk with it's claws, Garruk then got tired of this and knocked the wind out of this bastard with a knee to the stomach. It fell down, gasping for air and couching against the sand. Garruk had inspected it, bruises and wounds everywhere, a bloody face due to Garruk rubbing it against the sand, wind knocked out. "Okay time to end this, I hope you enjoyed your shortish life! Gaaah!" With these words and chant he powered up, with his green aura appearing again and bursting violently.
This blew dust on the saibaman's face who still laid on the ground, and it began to couch even more. It got it's breath back and stood up, and Garruk would place his both hands on it's chest. The saibaman's eyes spread from fear, as Garruk grunted and fired a Ki beam from his both hands, piercing the saibaman's both lungs and sending it to the oblivion. Green blood and gore bursted from it's back as the beams pierced it's body, it's body bursted into parts and flew away, it's suffering was over. Garruk then stopped, ending the training from the saibaman's part. He watched at the aftermath, huge black marks on the ground and saibaman bits all over the place. "Too easy..." Garruk thought as he went back and took the drink from the backpack. He found it effective as he regained his strength in minutes, even now when he had consumed as much as Ki as before.
The hour-long journey felt short, he arrived at his door in no time. He opened the door and jumped on the bed once inside, took a shower and checked what there was to eat.
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