I got you Popo! [Training]

[Krillin]

“Are you sure this will work Mr. Popo?”

Echoed from the top of the grand lookout, stretching widely in diameter, and grand in circumference. The figures lingered afloat of the dome haven. One, lightly tanned, and devoid of any hair to occupy his head. The other, as dark as the darkest night imaginable, yet exhibiting lips a bright, vivid shade of red. Garbed in something akin to a genie’s wear, while the young human fashioned orange and navy blue martial arts robes.

“Yes, just try and strike me. Start when you like, Krillin.”

A smile stretched resolutely across the human’s face as he crouched down into a recreational stance. His legs gradually spreading apart, as he bent from side to side, loosening them muscles that were once tensed . Creating a clear pathway for his limbs to freely move as willed was a great tool for combat. Given the fact he actually had time to do so, why not capitalize on it? Popo did say, or at least imply he could make the first move. As such, he’d sit here, stretch, and prepare himself for what he assumed would be an at least, demanding experience. Remembering Goku telling him about a similar experience, Krillin was more than thrilled to experience it himself.

Then, he exploded outwards. Darting towards the charcoal tinged individual with alarming speeds, Krillin quickly closed the gap between himself in Popo. Starting it off, the bald brilliance unleashed a barrage of kicks and strikes, all aimed at random points on his opponent’s body to cause disorientation. While they were easily deflected, Krillin didn’t give up, and continued on with full force. He would force his foe into a corner, back the keeper of the lookout into a position he couldn’t relieve himself for. Stagger, encumber his amazing speed and force mistakes as previously instructed.

It would be a taxing several hours before Krillin actually accomplished the task. Landing one solid, definite strike against Popo’s flab of a belly, forcing a ripple to occur. “Gotcha,” jumping back, entering into a finely crafted summersault, he landed on his feet, greeted by a subtle clap by the shadow entity. “Good job, Krillin,” He announced, nodding in agreement, training was completed. He did well.