Key: Deathgod99
Name: Yato
Alignment: Neutral-Good
Race: Human
Rank: Limit-Buster
Skills: 2000 HBTC BP, Limit-Breaker
Description: A human who began walking the tight-rope that is the martial arts world. Opponent after opponent was thrown at him as he roamed into this world until he felt like he was starting to hit a wall. It was that wall that allowed him to realize his own weakness and surpass his limit. Now he strives for the pinnacle of power helping his allies along the way.

Role-Play:   The day was a beautiful one as a spiky haired human laid across his back and watched the clouds pass by with a somber expression. The man may have been watching nature, but his mind was clouded for some reason and one cue his face would contort into annoyance as his wound began to flare up. He'd grip his side lightly as his latest defeat had left him in a sour mood. The wound was just the extra salt to his anger as he couldn't even come close to touching the man. He was toyed with like some child and then left for dead in the middle of an ocean.

  His hands would begin to clench in anger as all of his training felt like it amounted to nothing. He enjoyed his time training with his master, he really did, but it seemed like he couldn't just train with them anymore. If he stayed training like this he might never be able to catch up to the rest of the people out there. The human would jump to his feet a second later and begin to head off in a random direction. While he was leaving, he didn't plan to stay away from his teacher for ever. Even if he could defeat the old man in one punch he would always have a special place in his heart for training with the bastard and learning more under him. Once a student always a student!

  The wind felt refreshing as he flew through the air, it was like being a fighter jet or something and the thought never stopped a grin from emerging on his face. The grin would leave as quickly as it appeared though as he landed in the middle of a barren wasteland. With no people around and only his own power to worry about, he could let loose all he wanted without worry. A loud yell would resound through the desert as the human got to work as he began to split his ki apart evenly until their were two other perfect copies of him. It was time to see just how far he could go into the other world of martial arts.

  Clashing of Ki's could be felt as the desert quickly became a battle field that could rival that of World War Two. The original was hard-pressed as he found fighting two copies of yourself at the same time was harder than you thought. Since it was technically yourself they tended to already know what tricks you'd try, much to his annoyance. It was the same for him, only that the other two had the ability of added teamwork into their skill list. Which kinda screwed him over at times as he was taking more hits than he thought he would.

  A Ki blast would interrupt his inner monologue causing him to leap into the air only to find that he was caught in a pincer attack. A second blast would fly at him only this one packed much more force than he expected. He'd drop to the ground with his Gi torn breathing raggedly. They wouldn't allow him to rest though as a fist had connected to his jaw sending him flying across the desert again. He'd tumble and tumble until his collided with the nearest cliff. His body would go limp for a moment as he felt his consciousness fade away slowly. Once again he was being beaten.. He was being tossed around like all his training didn't matter. No matter what it felt like he might remain the underdog. He could never truly step into a world where monsters roamed and expect to survive.

  His teacher flashed through his mind for a moment. Next it was his close friend and rival. Each of them urging him to get back up, to not stop. They wanted him to continue down the path he had chosen with his head held high. His eyes would burn, his bones would ache, his mind would try to tell him to stay down. His grip would tighten as breathing became more and more ragged. Sure his body was reaching a breaking point, any further and he might do damage he couldn't reverse....But guess what. He didn't care!

  His Ki would explode out of him as his aura took on a different form. A swirling white vortex would vortex of energy would surround him as he made a motion to stand up. His mindset was a calm one, he looked at the two approaching copies with a blank expression. They were cautious for a moment before they lunged at him. The first hit was countered off of his own blow only to realize that they were attempting a pincer attack again. That same ball of energy would fly at him only for him to slap it aside and launch one of his own.

  The attack had engulfed the copy as it obliterated it's body. He'd look to his hand for a moment wondering just what kind of power he had now. His thoughts were thrown aside again as he felt an attack hit his back. He wouldn't recoil he'd only turn around to see that the other copy wasn't done in just yet. A beat wouldn't be missed as he lunged forward with a blow that sent his copy flying through the desert only to be quickly followed with by his signature beam attack.

  Not even a full minute into his new power and he had already managed to crush his old-self without much effort. He began to wonder just what he had done only for the aura he had to dissipate and him collapse to the ground with a tired expression. The power boost he had just used had pushed his body to the utmost limit, possibly even breaking his limit for a short while. He'd begin to chuckle lightly as he laid on his back as the clouds overhead passed by. He'd rest here for awhile before returning, even after reaching new heights he couldn't just stay away from the people he thought of as family.

  "It's gonna be a fun ride from here eheh..." The first and last words of his training had been spoken as sweat dripped from the human. Tired as he was, he couldn't help but want to be in a hurry to test out his new strength.