Hell Rp

11 months had passed now and Nam still had not stopped his training, he continued his training diligently, his conviction only grew stronger each day, and he knew his time to return was only growing closer with each passing moment. His clothes were stained blood, sweat, and burn marks. Different color blood from each new demon he defeated and with his own blood from powerful opponents or pushing himself to beyond human limits, he say down and got into a meditative sitting position as he incisiones his fight with Piccolo however, there was no more, he invisioned tournaments and other evils. He had now developed a passion for fighting itself beyond testing his skills and defeating evil, Nam wanted to the best and he would settle for nothing less, Piccolo was no longer a goal, he was an obstacle, one part of a long story.