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Poverty
May 9, 2016 15:19:13 GMT -6
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Post by rakutsu on May 9, 2016 15:19:13 GMT -6
The walk back to his home town wasn't very pleasant nor was the one to the dojo any better. Both trips were more then two hour walks if he doesn't stop for breaks. Ya he likes walking, but not a lot of it. Entering his hometown, he was reminded if their poor statues as he looked around to see dirty and nearly broken homes with people wearing rags mostly and some people had dirt on their faces. His home was one of the few to not be effected by the boom in technology decades ago. Personally, he didn't mind this. He thinks it can make a person go lazy and rot their brain. But not all of it was bad. Some can be used to fix this place up, but they couldn't afford it. He was just waiting for that golden opportunity.
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Poverty
May 9, 2016 15:40:01 GMT -6
Post by Vo Lang on May 9, 2016 15:40:01 GMT -6
That golden oppertunity may have presented itself, Rakutsu would be able to see a small gathering around some kind of poster, which would read.
"First Galactic Martial Arts Tournament!
To be held on Namek, sponsored by the Earth and Namek coalition!
Grand Prize Z100,000,000"
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Poverty
May 9, 2016 18:44:15 GMT -6
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Post by rakutsu on May 9, 2016 18:44:15 GMT -6
Rakutsu walked through the town with his bag over his head as he made a mental note to himself to pick up bread on the way home. Hopefully there would be some that wasn't pass the expectation date and could eat. His thoughts were intrupted as he saw a small gathering and decide to investigate. What he saw was a chance of a life time. A fighting compition with a lot of money to the winner. He quickly pulled the poster from the wall and looked at it making sure he didn't misread it. This can change everything for him. Could he win? He had to try.
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Poverty
May 9, 2016 20:09:09 GMT -6
Post by Vo Lang on May 9, 2016 20:09:09 GMT -6
He would note that he had two months to train and prepare travel to Namek.
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