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Conceptualization!
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*Kable would stretch a bit, feeling slightly excited to have his second spar! Kable was normally vibing round, watching the fights go down and just acting as moral support for his friends. Other words? Not doing much.

And that wasn't a bad thing. He liked simplicity. He liked the idea of just being able to vibe and sleep an entire day out. However he didn't like waking up to hearing that his friends got pumelled, he didn't like seeing that parts of the town was blown to bits.

He didn't like the idea that there were a lot of super strong crazy people just walking around with no one to check them.

So after some careful thought, he came to the decision that with his god blessed physiology, that he'd put his power to good use and be the force the stops them. Even if not able to fully defeat them, atleast holding them back for some time.

He'd raise his hand, making his fingers come close together to make a knife like shape. He had recently been training swordsmanship with Yakumo, being inspired by the blacksmith turned warrior to pursue the life of the blade. However his swordsmanship was not going to involve an actual steel sword. No, instead he'd forge his blade made entirely of his spirit power. A golden energy blade forming itself around his hand and a fighting stance taken.

This was the beginning of him forging his own style of swordmanship, one entirely unique to him.

"Let's do this."*


*Kable couldn't help but be somewhat blown back by the strength displayed by Bishamon. Like he knew they'd be strong, he saw how they were dealing with everyone earlier but this strong? Yeah that caught him off guard. Not just that but they were agile, more so than the saiyan had originally would've suspected.

In a sense, they reminded him of Yakumo atleast in the reflex department.

Using his blade hand, he'd aim to cut parts on the powerful guy's body in order to slow em' down. Sliding underneath their legs and slicing at their ankles before appearing behind him and climbing his back with barely a second of delay in between his movements.

However he was taken notice of, a powerful palm strike into his chest with such force that it tore his jacket up a bit and due to wearing no undershirt, the blow connected directly with his chest.

Defeated again. He had only fought twice and both the times he lost, but that was apart of progress right? Losing?

Each time he got into a fight, he learned something new from it whether win or lose but if he was to win, win, win, win. Then there would be nothing to learn. Progess would be stagnant.

Last time, he lost because his opponent had a sword and he didn't. This time he had a sword but his opponent was just the better fighter, which means what he needed to do was improve on his fighting style or rather fully figure out what it was he was going for with this. But as he looked down at the sharpened ki that covered his hand, he'd smile realizing that at the very least he had somewhere to start.

"Thanks for the fight, it was fun! I'm Kable, you are?"
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An eye opening fight against Shiba the were-wolf, Mysterious voice? Who are you?!

*Kable smirked, win or lose, he knew that there was experience to be gained from fighting such a strong opponent head on. So he went in with the mindset of simply doing as much as he could not just for the sake of defeating Shiba but for the sake of improving himself.

He'd rush in at his opponent, using the large size of the wolf to his advantage, His size made it harder for him to hit precisely and also harder to dodge so if Kable was to just avoid getting hit and hit him more than he was getting hit, then theoretically it would be game!

However, this was just a theory.

A fight theory.

Truthfully, Shiba's raw power exceeded that of Kable's and he was able to send the poor bastard flying with every single blow to connected.

"Tch!"

But the saiyan braced himself and kept on pushing, using his swordless fighting style to carry him through. A swift chopping motion with his hands would be made and a slicing wave of pressurized air would rip through the ground and slash deep into shiba's body. A smirk coming from Kable as he began to realize that the key to beating this guy was spiritual assault, something that he was specialized in. Wave after wave, he'd tear away little by little at Shiba, dashing around him and cut him more times than the wolf could punch. All in an attempt to wittle him down and eventually bring him down.

But that wouldn't work either, the thick hide of the wolf proved to be too much for these cheap tactics from the saiyan. Kable was lacking the brute force to charge in and he was lacking any more tricks to pull from underneath his sleeve.

So at this point, it was all in or nothing. Rushing at his opponent, he'd begin attacking him relentlessly. Making no effort to dodge, giving his all into cranking out as much damage as he could before being dropped.

Atleast to clear some way for Yakumo to finish this!

"Graagggh!!"

And that's when it happened, he heard a voice in his head utter the words 'Fascinating'. Calling Kable's attention away from the battle for a moment, wondering who was there and where was it coming from?!

Then once more

'You realy shouldn't take your eyes off of your opponent. But eh, rookie mistake.'

WHOP!

A powerful blow straight to the face, the wolf had knocked Kable out clean in that moment of confusion. Resulting in a win for Shiba, though a very narrow one.

"Ack. . .what was that? Oh well. . .guess I failed again, it's up to you guys now!"*

Development made, progress towards the achievement of the swordless style!
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*Kable was pretty much fully recovered from his fight with Shiba and well? Figured it'd be a good time to get some practice in, his loss really inspired him. He may not be the strongest fighter around or the fastest or the smartest but he was a hardoworker dedicated to his craft.

And what he wanted most was simply to improve so that someday he could win his fights on his own. Crouching slightly, his hands formed into a knife like shape with a sharpened shell of energy coating one of them. This was his own unique fighting style, the swordless style he called it.

Training day in and day out, he practiced his knife handed strikes, attacking in a way similiar to how a swordsman would but without sword. Aiming to achieve such strength in his strikes that it could cut through steel, stone and flesh as if it was a sword. And with the backing of a little spiritual juice? It was sure to be great.

However he wasn't quite there yet and that's why a little training session after his loss to the werewolf was needed. The faster he could grasp this technique, would be the faster he could deal with the threats to this city and not have to rely on others to help him all the time.

"Let's do this!"

That was the goal and soon enough, he'd achieve it.

*Kable rushed at his opponent, making swift sword like motions with his hands which resulted in multiple lacerations appearing on Mike's body before he could even realize it. Mike may not have noticed having not known Kable earlier but the saiyan had multiple improvements just from the fight with Shiba alone. Matter of fact, he had only begun practicing swordsman a day or two ago and he was already at a level where he could be considered an intermediate tier swordsman.

His movements were precise and sharp. His offensive presence was a lot more demanding too, being able to pressure his opponents a lot better now than before.

The strength of his blow truly starting to reach a point where he was crossing the line between man and weapon. His hand becoming as strong as steel and his speed causing him to swiftly cut through objects using the back up of his ki with ease.

Mike was no pushover, physically pretty strong and boasting a power level higher than his own. The fight would be a lot closer had his opponent been more experienced but just like with Kable, it took time. All he needed to do was get more practice in when he can and surely, he'd become very impressive one day.

"Good one, dude. I can see you becoming something great one, just keep on practicing. I lose a lot. . .come to think of it, this is my first win! So don't worry, practice really does make perfect."

At first, the creep was slow but now Kable could feel it, progress was being made. All that time training with Yakumo to improve his swordsmanship, the experience he gained from losing multiple fights and learning from em', all of it was starting to pay off.

The swordless style was formed but what would be next? Kable couldn't help but feel there's something more he is lacking