TimeSkip(I somewhat rushed due to cramped time)

-Byond Key:MarioBro1967

-IGN: Romoto

-Discord Name:Froze’sFuckingPissed

-What unique/s do you want: Breathing Swordsman(Custom Rank): Fire Breathing Stlye, and maybe a sword with extra sword points, you guys decide how many i should get so it doesnt become too good or too bad.

-Why do you need this unique to improve RP: Well everyone out here being martial artists and what not but I can take a different route from those individuals and become one that uses swords in combat rather than playing punchies, ya feel, plus with this I wont be straight up fodder myself, I wish to be a formidable character  myself.

-Do you have any outside activities such as school/work that stops you from being on during times of the day: I have to work a whole lot so I can tend to be AFK on and off during the day or things can come up, it’s mostly school.



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

-First Year of the Three-
	Romoto laid on the floor in an empty room on the lookout gasping for air, he still could not adjust to this thin atmosphere that the lookout had, his lungs continued to burn and every muscle in his body were filled with pain as he laid there desperately trying to steady his breathing. He struggled up to his feet once again and picked up his sword and pulled it over his head and swung downwards and continued this same pattern for an extended period of time, inhaling as he pulled back and exhaling as he struck, no speech came out of his mouth as he continued on seemingly without rest. This was the first part of his daily training regimen, simply put he would swing his blade in a pattern that matched his breathing, this was the training that he would spend the majority of his day doing nothing but repeating forms and movements of the sword. He didn’t have the taste towards Martial Arts like the others had and even though he was pretty skilled in the art, he had almost no intention to do so either, he had aspired to be a swordsman ever since he was but a boy. That aspiration to reach that goal has never changed since, however as these recent events had shown...the path of the sword has continuously failed him, when Piccolo had first shown himself he was left powerless as he had handed Yamcha his sword so he had been left to watch others die before him. The pain and guilt that he felt from that was unbearable to him. “I could have saved them.” is what he would tell himself constantly along with the lines “If only I had my sword.” as a measure to comfort himself but it didn’t work to any avail. Even after the defeat of the green menace. He could never rid himself of that guilt that haunted him from the day of that tournament. As these thoughts resurfaced, his face began to contort with anger as his swinging became erratic before he would stop and punched himself in the face to calm himself down. “Forget about the past…” he told himself before steadying his breathing once again and continued to constantly swing in the scorching hot sun, so when he was not training in the blade he would practice climbing up and down the tower, even though he had obtained the ability of flight, he had to strengthen his body or else he would stand no chance against the new Piccolo. Everytime his muscles begun to feel pain, he would stop for a minute to breathe and would continue once again. “The path of the sword is a hard one but not an impossible one.” he would repeatedly tell himself to keep going. Whenever he was done with his bodily training he would seclude himself in a private living quarters on the lookout and begun to meditate for the rest of the day, as he would search for a new path in swordsman ship to follow. So this was the process he had repeated for the first year.



-Second Year-

	Romoto’s mental and physical had produced some pretty acceptable results, he had grown much stronger prior to the previous year. He had strengthened his body and mind but he has yet to develop a sword style of his own, he sees many martial artists perform all these stances and fighting techniques, so he has yet to develop one of his own. He had gone through the library on the lookout and continued reading on books regarding anything related to swords. He spend several months in that library as he searched through the hundreds of books in that library, reading everyone that had anything to do with martial arts and swordsman ship. Fortunately, he had finally realized something from his countless reading. He had come upon a certain book describing the theory behind Martial arts and even sword styles. “So swordsmanship and martial arts are virtually one in the same hm…” he told himself as he flipped through the book once more. Both arts can channel the inner energies of the body, or KI basically. They refer to it in various ways like Chakras, Chi, or Spirit. They all meant the same in the eyes of Romoto. The way one can channel ones spirit and ki is also attained through breathing so to say since it supplies the body with energy. This gave him an idea, what if he was to implement these methods to his swordsmanship, he would then walk up to one of the sturdy palm trees that rested on the lookout  and took out his blade and got into a stance as if he was drawing his blade. He would inhale and exhale only to inhale once again, he would grit his teeth as he then quickly slashed the tree in a short burst of speed in which he never expected from himself. He would look at the cleanly cut tree with a look of shock, he would let out a little chuckle which became a loud burst of laughter. “What was THAT?!” he asked himself in a giddy tone, he had never expected his body to strengthen itself like he had done. He would rub his temples before getting back into that exact stance once again. “So the book said to inhale like...this.” he would inhale deeply and suddenly he would begin to feel his body fill with KI, he would then slowly exhale through his clenched teeth as he continued to store his ki inside his body rather than expelling it as his body would strengthen. He would then slash forward with that same burst of fiery, ferocious energy which produced the SAME result as last time. He would exhale before looking at his blade and started laughing even more. “Just you wait Piccolo…” he told himself in an exhausted tone before going back to repeating the same procedure over and over and over again, for many hours of the day. After figuring out a hint as to how to further develop himself, he would continue to practice this same breathing method 24/7 for seemingly the entire year.


-Third Year-

As Romoto continued to practice this new method he had learned of a way to fight entirely using this method, although it was not easy at first as he kept constantly losing control or weakening the effect of the technique when he would try to move and breath at the same time. He had grown stronger than before as well, his body was firmly built and he had grown out his hair and even had a beard. As he continued this practice which extended for the entirety of this year until the fated day had finally arrived. He could only feel confident after all he had done to prepare, he would go into the bathroom and wash his face, donning on a new purple cloak over his casual clothes. He would take up a razor and had gotten rid of the beard and the long hair as he had finally looked similar to what he did three years ago. He would smack his cheeks, “All right,,,” he told himself as he quickly ran to the edge of the lookout and leapt off, flying at full speed to the tournament area, fully confident  in his newly found abilities.