Skillset Application - Menma

-Byond Key:A New World

-IGN: Menma

-Discord Name: antiSOCIAL

-What unique/s do you want: Southpaw Stance/Mass Splitclone/Afterimage

-Why do you need this unique to improve RP: As a testimony to the hard work and training that Menma has put in to attempt and improve a new technique as well as work on developing a fighting style that suits his specific needs.

-Do you have any outside activities such as school/work that stops you from being on during times of the day:No

-Now I would like you to write me a roleplay involving this rank:

08/25/19(08:46:24) *Menma(A New World) Night had come, Menma had spent the entire morning, afternoon and evening training and he was planning to spend the rest of the night doing just the same. Repetition was a big thing for him, it made learning and cementing said teaching easier so he couldn't forget. Roshi's training happened every morning as per instructed and at the end of the daily routines he'd return, today was no different, to teaching himself the afterimage technique and working on multiplying the amount of clones he could create. By now he'd managed to push himself to three, the separate copies stood idly by awaiting for the training to begin. Though they at times looked deadpan and lifeless, Menma wanted to believe they had some form of sentience however minute. "Alright, today's the day just gotta keep pushing, we can do this, we can do this." The one benefit of Menma's training with Roshi was the massive energy reserve it gave him, the stamina pool he could draw from felt infinite-- but he was procrastinating. No longer, he hoped into the fray, beginning the training by slugging one of the clones. As it stumbled backwards, the duo on opposing sides tackled Menma, pinning him to the Earth with their combined weight. He landed with an audible thud still realizing he was a bit too slow. "Get, off me!" he grunted in struggle, prying free long enough to bite a leg of one of the clothes. Revolted it recoiled and rubbed the tender spot-- he was just wrestling with one now and soon that one was hurdling towards its twin, colliding and throwing them both into the ground. "Booy-" the third, his attention was divided and when a strong kick found way to his ribs he was none the more prepared.*
08/25/19(09:16:15) *Menma(A New World) found his skirmish warranted no greater result than before, much to his own dismay which meant he'd inevitably be trying again. What he was gaining however, was experience and a very well developed sixth-sense that was growing. His ability to interpret incoming attacks expanded with use. The unseen he could 'sense' in a keen mannerism, a punch aimed for the back of his head flew over top of it when he ducked down and extended his foot backward, kicking the opposition. Multiple opponents forced him to develop that monstrous martial arts style he used for better. But his endurance wasn't ever lasting and since his clones were essentially copies of him, they too held a fair bit of a tank quality. When he grew too exhausted to fight, he dispersed them and took a moment to himself to breathe. "Huff...Huff...I-I keep missing the focus part." he murmured to himself, cursing beneath harsh breaths. Again, he'd have to do it again. Utilizing the multiplication technique, he created three more copies and tossed himself back into the fray. If anything this was a greater testimony to his stamina which would be ever improving. "Hiyaaa!" It began again. A sharp kick was delivered to one of the rushing opponents, a brutal blow to the nose that left them staggered. Quickly he retreated, placing distance between himself and the other two clones. They were closing in, flanking him now thus forcing him to utilize tactics. The threw altering punches, swaying on either side would leave him bruised so he optimized his fighting stance and blocked, forearms deflecting two attacks with a jab and elbow combo following. It made him snicker a bit, but he didn't lose focus.*
08/25/19(09:27:29) *Menma(A New World) found his training this go round was as fruitless as before, much to his own aggravation, but what he could say he was certain of was that his martial arts style was improving. He was developing a keen spatial awareness which paired with his ability to sense energy gave him a rather 'wild sense' or an interpretation of it. He recalled the example of the punch aimed for the nape of his neck. Though he couldn't see it he knew it was coming, a preternatural intuition. Ducking beneath it, he delivered a kick to the gut of the opposition by crouching and throwing his leg back. The clones were durable if nothing else. The fight continued for several long moments but since he didn't have infinite reserves do draw on, he dispersed them, opting to recover. What he was lacking as the focus, that concentration on determining the direction of the incoming attacks and swiftly maneuvering out of harms way. He believed it was because he was still inexperienced in combat interpretation in itself but this was rapidly increasing that, three versus one would do that to you. With replenished stamina, Menma created a trio of clones again and was back at it. The first rushed him and found a foot pressed against his nose. The attack sent the clone hurdling backward, staggered. The youth retreated, putting distance between himself and the other two who were close on his tail. They flanked, threw alternate punches which forced a decision-- left or right he'd be hit, thus instead he deflected both with raised forearms and delivered a swift jab and elbow combo to both. A scissor kick and a clone was down. Menma smirked a bit, a moment of validation at his own increasing strength.*
08/25/19(10:05:41) *Menma(A New World) realized that the proverbial tables had yet to turn in his fight. He wasn't avoiding every hit but his keen battle sense was allowing him to avoid several incoming attacks at much more frequently. Bobbing and weaving he delivered right crosses and hooks, narrowly passing frantic reaches for him and delivering swift counter attacks. Then it happened, a feat he'd never accomplished until now-- he downed one of his clones for good, a plume of smoke erupting from where it once lay. The sheer excitement prevented his forward momentum and the other two ganked him from differing sides knocking him flat to his back. Before things could get any worse for poor Menma, he dispersed them. "Few... That could've been tragic." he groaned through a wide grin. Something about progress was so inexplicably motivating for him, perhaps seeing the transition. He recovered, taking time to regain his strength, Menma pondered on what it was that Krillin was actually trying to teach him, recalling a as close a resemblance to verbatim as one possibly could. It was a task of concentration and quick movement, yes. Something of the sort, but were three measly clones enough to push him to that brink? He could dodge them relatively well enough just through concentration alone- no he needed a grand amount, something akin to what Krillin had done and in order to do so he'd need to surpass his clone limit. No better time than the present. In order to create one, Menma needed to divide his energy via fraction, a proper and equal separation between the numbers. It was never exhausting to create the three that he did, unbeknownst to him, this was because of the large pool of energy the nine-tails had given him, however that wasn't prevalent intel. So if he could do three he would try and double it to six. The first attempt was a tragic failure, they weren't fully formed iterations but instead translucent silhouettes vaguely resembling himself- it wasn't enough energy. Surprisingly enough, the second go round worked magnificently, six perfect clones appeared before him in unison, battle ready and completely stable. A yelp of satisfaction escaped before they were dispersed. This was a numbers game, he just needed to get a conscious and consistent feel on how much energy needed to be delegated and he could do this.*
08/25/19(10:39:10) *Menma(A New World) grew more accustomed to the multiplication of six and found that it was easier to keep numbers even for even distribution than it was to increase his amounts by singular intervals. After what felt like hours, Menma found he was capable of creating twelve very real incarnations of himself without splitting too much of his power, a stellar improvement to the fraction of the amount being his original of three. Launch had arrived before he'd had the chance to notice--- too focused on perfecting the new technique. She was still blonde, and her tongue was a crude as ever but he didn't mind. She was just as intent on growing as he and Kisaragi were, to be frank she would likely grow stronger. At the rate she was improving she'd surpass them in no time. He chuckled. "I guess I am a little weird, eh? But Kisaragi and Akitu left and I didn't want to stop, I got a bit of momentum and I'm sure that I am SO close to mastering this new move." He was sure that Krillin would be a bit disappointed to see that he hadn't mastered the technique in place of learning a different one and he didn't want to disappoint anyone so he'd have to train several times as hard to make up for it and to properly utilize his time. With the rising sun however, his training would have to be placed on hold. Roshi's daily routine's were in order.*
08/25/19(10:48:27) *Menma(A New World) hastily made his way to Ginger Village where the Milk Depot was. He had a renewed vigor with the increasing of his own capabilities and it was a boost to his overall morale and willpower as well. Roshi's training had certainly done it's job despite how unorthodox it was percieved. The milk as with each other visit had been in the same spot as before, extra cold too! The condensation left drips of water streaking down the bottles. He collected his crate, filling the wooden cube with several bottles that clinked as they filled the space, and made his way southwest to Rabbit village.*
08/25/19(10:51:02) *Menma(A New World) --Town square was a bit in a more lively mood than usual today, swarms of the village citizens scurried about nabbing items out of stores and off vendor carts. Apparently some great sale was going on that people were rioting over, it made Menma chuckle at the sight. It was good to see smiles on the faces of children again. Since the departure of the last saiyan and with the death of Emperor Piccolo, things had been peaceful. Dropping off the milk in silence, as not to disturb the nature of the festivities, Menma took the rest of his belongings and scurried up north to Yahiko.*
08/25/19(10:54:04) *Menma(A New World) had never really seen anyone at Yahiko village in contrast to Rabbit village, it was a bit of a ghost town honestly. In the eerie silence, he placed milk down and made his way to Goku's house, He was making his way to Goku's with a rush, he was hurried to continue his training.*
08/25/19(11:02:33) *Menma(A New World) --- "L-Launch!" Menma sighed, Launch in her state of frustration decimated any inkling of progress towards cleaning the house. Bullet holes riddled the walls and tore through china plates shattering them on impact. He pinched the bridge of his nose but couldn't hold back a smirk. "Alright, listen we can't just blow up peoples houses when we're mad." He wasn't wrong, he knew Launch would understand. Crossing his fingers, he creatred several duplications of himself, clones that wore an array of cleaning garments in a comical fashion. "My boyo's here will help you get this place cleaned up, I'm going to go and work on the lawn, okay? No. More. Shooting." And with that, he left.*
08/25/19(11:08:27) *Menma(A New World) rolled his sleeves up and began working on the lawn. Since his increase in clone capabilities, he was able to create a larger amount thus providing extra hands for work. Three clones worked on separate areas of the garden and Menma did the frunt of Goku's home. The weeds were dying out little by little, the constant intrusion to their grwoth kept them at bay. Menma and the clones watered the plants and shrubs and he himself found another patch to place a new bush. The packet of seeds was labeld "blueberry" so he assumed it would've been a blueberry bush. He'd enjoy that.. With three hands working in place of one, they finished in practically no time and Menma was on his way back to check on Launch.*
08/25/19(12:16:15) *Menma(A New World) jumped with anticipation as the others arrived. Immediately upon arrival, Menma created three separate variants of himself, identical replications that stood in whimsical poses. "This, is the goon squad! We're gonna do a three versus three against them to practice our teamwork and fighting skills. Are you guys down?" It was also an excuse for Menma to keep practicing his clones but he felt a change to their daily regiment of one versus one, especially considering Launch's physical incapabilities, would be a nice change of pace.*
08/25/19(12:20:53) *Menma(A New World) nodded and tossed on his weights. He'd delegate the targets and begin their training session. As he lowered himself into stance it was obvious that his fighting style had changed in the last few days. He looked far more focused than before, the hairs on his neck stood up, his eyes were sharp. "Ready?"*
08/25/19(12:37:18) *Menma(A New World) fought the group of clones alongside Kisaragi, it was an especially difficult fight considering he'd created a clones while at full power and weighted himself afterwards. Kisaragi did amazing against both enemies he'd fought but he himself had a bit of trouble, nonetheless he'd won, dipping and dodging the numerous people he was going up against. Dodging against the the clones he laid his down to rest and turned towards Launch and Kisaragi. "Yes! We got it! Hehe! So, whadd'ya think, Kisaragi?" he was beaming with confidence considering he had another secret technique he was sure he could utilize. "If you want, we could do another one, one on one?"*