Cyril felt awful. He had this nasty taste of bitterness in his mouth. When he first arrived at this universe, he had immediately been reset, and now that he had reached and surpassed his original power level he was now right back at start. It was incredibly frustrating to think about, especially since he himself had brought on the reset to begin with. Cyril cringed at the memory of the Pool of Origins taking away his power, but he knew it had been either that or dying a most painful, permanent death. Cyril was on Earth, sorting things out with his Presidency, when he remembered someone who may be of use to getting his power back. The Immortal Turtle Hermit, Master Roshi. Or something like that. Cyril knew that Master Roshi had nothing to teach him that he didn’t already know, but Cyril figured that Master Roshi might be able to help him build up his raw power. Cyril abruptly left the meeting he was in without a word to go find the island on which Master Roshi lived. He figured the politicians could figure out whatever it was they had been talking about by themselves. Because politicians always do their jobs well, right?
Cyril decided to fly instead of taking his ship. He thought that maybe flying would be better exercise than just riding in a ship. Cyril ended up having to fly half way around the world to find Master Roshi, but he did it in the end and felt like he had worked up a good sweat. He sighed remembering when flying around the world might as well have been a light stroll in the park. Cyril wiped his brow and knocked on Master Roshi’s door. “WHAT IS IT?!” Master Roshi tore open the door with a look of annoyance. Master Roshi took one look at Cyril and faltered for a moment. “Cyril! Forgive the abrupt answer… um. Cyril are you hiding your power level?” Master Roshi asked, confused. Cyril sighed, “No. I’m afraid I had to take a little trip to the Pool of Origins.”
Master Roshi looked sympathetic. “I’m sorry then. Did you come to get back your power?”
“Yes. There aren’t any techniques you can teach me, but raw power is what I’m after for now.” Cyril told Master Roshi.
Master Roshi nodded, “Yeah, I can help you. Why don’t you come in?” Cyril walked into Master Roshi’s home, Kame House. The inside was a bit more Spartan than he remembered, with only a couch, a kitchen table, and a tv. No rugs or curtains or much of anything else really. Master Roshi made a gesture, “I’ve lost some of my magazines, and I’ve been tearing up the place to find them! Hey, if you can find them I’d make sure to sweeten our time together.” Master Roshi jiggled a bag of zenni.
Cyril shrugged, why not? “What are the called?”
Master Roshi began to laugh nervously, “Oh well... um….” Master Roshi muttered the titles of the pornographic magazines. Cyril looked confused, “That… those sound familiar.” That was weird. Cyril didn’t own any Earth magazines. “Wait… I think I can find you some replacements.” Master Roshi fell back all anime-y as Cyril disappeared in his glowing cloud of a ship. Cyril stepped out after a moment carrying a few porn mags. “Here, Emily stashed this in my ship.” Master Roshi quickly took the magazines and stashed them under his robes. “Thanks!” Master Roshi tossed the bag of Zenni to Cyril, Cyril caught it deftly and pocketed it.
“The day is still alive, Cyril.” Master Roshi said, “Follow me.” Master Roshi took Cyril to East City. The sun was slowly beginning to set. Master Roshi picked up a nicely sized rock. He carved the kanji for ‘turtle’ on it. He then proceeded to throw it. “Alright Cyril, go find that rock.”
Cyril stared at him for a moment. He then walked several feet back and picked up the same rock. “Nice try.” Cyril tossed the rock back to Master Roshi. Master Roshi grumbled, “Fine, let’s see you find this!” Master Roshi blinded Cyril by throwing sand in his eyes and then tossed the rock as far as he could into the city. The sun had already set by now. It had set awfully fast. “Gah!” Cyril rubbed the sand out of his eyes. Master Roshi looked smug and gestured towards the city. “Good luck.” Cyril glared at Master Roshi and grumbled, still rubbing sand from his face. “Fiine.” He sighed and began trudging into the city. Cyril began his arduous journey of finding a single rock in an entire city by cursing Master Roshi. He went on to question the validity of this exercise anyway. How could finding a rock in a city possibly help? The only thing Cyril could think of was the moral that persistence, patience, and thoroughness was good. But Cyril had all those traits in abundance, so why was this necessary? He just wanted to gain some power and this wasn’t helping anyway. Cyril closed his eyes and opened them again. He had just delved deeper into his optic abilities. He was looking at everything. EVERYTHING. Cyril could see every wavelength and temporal vector zooming around everywhere. Cyril easily found the rock’s position and switched off his “Seraph vision.” Cyril found his way back to Master Roshi and tossed his turtle rock back to him. “There.” Master Roshi looked kind of surprised. “That didn’t take as long as I thought it would… how did you do that?” Cyril tapped his head, “Seraphim can see in almost every spectrum and dimension. It was easy.” Master Roshi looked impressed, “Darn new races….”
Master Roshi and Cyril went back to Kame House. “Well Cyril, we can start our actual training tomorrow. I’m going to bed.” Master Roshi went into his house and slammed the door behind him. Cyril shrugged and whistled. His ship overtook him and he was inside his main room now. Cyril walked into the east wing and into his bedroom. It held a four poster bed and a large chest at the end of it. Cyril plopped into bed and fell asleep directly.
Cyril woke up early in the morning feeling like he wanted to sing. “I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING FEELING LIKE P. DIDDY. GOT MY GLASSES- I’M OUT THE DOOR- I’M GONNA HIT THIS CITY.” Cyril jerked upon his door and walked into the main room of his ship. “BEFORE I LEAVE, BRUSH MY TEETH WITH A BOTTLE OF JACK. CAUSE WHEN I LEAVE FOR THE NIGHT I AIN’T COMING BACK.” Cyril began to mumble as he forgot the lyrics, but then came back loudly in the chorus. “DON’T STOP, MAKE IT POP- DJ BLOW MY SPEAKERS UP. TONIGHT, I’MMA FIGHT ‘TILL WE SEE THE SUNLIGHT. TICK TOCK, ON THE CLOCK, BUT THE PARTY DON’T STOP. NO- OH-OOH-OH-OH-OH OH!” Cyril stepped out of his ship right outside of Kame House dead silent. He straightened his jacket properly as Master Roshi exited Kame House.
“Mornin’ Cyril.” Master Roshi yawned, “Ready to get down to business?”
“Yes, what are we going to start with?” Cyril asked.
“I decided to enter you in a novice tournament.” Master Roshi told him, his sunglasses flared all dramatically.
“I’m not a novice.” Cyril frowned.
Master Roshi grinned, “I know, but with your power level the judges will think you’re one and let you in. It’ll be a good workout for you. Plus money!”
Cyril looked uncertain, “Well… alright then.”
Master Roshi threw a capsule on the ground and out popped a floating car. “Get in you loser, we’re going fighting.”
Cyril shrugged and got into the car. Master Roshi slammed his door shut and they went off to the tournament. For the vast majority of the car ride, Cyril had to listen to Master Roshi’s completely awful singing. It was pretty bad. Cyril was pretty tired and he fell asleep on the car ride there.
When he awoke he found that Master Roshi was flirting with some particularly sexy woman. Cyril thought nothing of it and went back to sleep.
Cyril awoke again to the distinct sound of an angry boyfriend. That must be Master Roshi in trouble, Cyril thought. He sighed and got out from the car. He found that he was right, and that particularly sexy woman’s boyfriend was screaming at Master Roshi that was a dirty, perverted old man who needed to be taught a lesson. Now, while Cyril mostly agreed with the man, he was obligated to stop him. Cyril jumped in between and held his Clouded Pike level with the man’s face. “Just leave.” Cyril yawned and the other people scampered away.
Cyril took part in the tournament and totally won because he’s such a complete and utter badass.
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