Undergo Kami's(Dende) [Training]

[Krillin]

Once again, Krillin found himself at Kami’s lookout. His reasons being quite palpable, he wanted to progress himself further in skill in hopes of impressing his wife, and honoring his obligation he not only made to her, but also to Goku. To get stronger. Constantly, the universe has tossed opponents that seemingly fell in a league of their own compared to the bald protagonist. While advanced for a human, he was inferior to those he faced outside his face. Hell, even the children were surpassing him, He had to progress to return the rights of his manhood back to their rightful place. No longer would he be shackled by limitation.

As such, he found himself outfitted in a grand weighed outfit, fashioned to decrease his speed and momentum for his opponent to gain the upper hand. Looking over at Dende, Krillin smiled tentatively. “Are you sure this is safe” He inquired. The guardian of Earth simply smiled back, raising his hands in a manner gesturing for him to relax; secretly sweat fell from his face. Looking to his side, and commanding the opposition to come out, Dende stepped back as the dummy revealed itself.

“He looks kinda we—“ Krillin’s words halted as a strong fist impacted with the side of his face , forcing him down to the ground as the clone jumped back, grinning brutally. “Did I fail to mention he knows all of your moves, and is faster!?” Dende questioned, hesitantly laughing under his breath, finding some odd amusement in this. Krillin, taking back to his feet cursed beneath his breath, shunning the sentimental of the planet for his rather dishonest action. And you’d assume guardians were rather trust worthy, now wouldn’t you?

The two waged war against one another, neither side giving up much, save for the infrequent punch that impacted against Krillin’s frame, clustery of the weighed training garbs. He was at a disadvantage. Nonetheless, this was most likely the objective. To win when odds were stacked against you. He could understand and respect this. Nonetheless, there should have been a more civilized way to institute this conception into his mind. Nonetheless, Krillin shrugged it off, and would push forward. Some copycat wasn’t going to pull a fast one on him!

After a solid thirty minutes of bouncing back and forth, Krillin realized his opponent truly knew all of his moves and techniques, down to his simplest punch. The other odd ting that amazed him was that he also held a similar persona. Then something sparked ingeniously into Krillin’s mind . “ 18 is behind you!” Krillin yelled. The clone, guidable turned around, seeing nothing, but expected not was to come. From the distraction, Krillin drew strength and leaped forward, striking from behind, dealing a strong distrcuto disc to the back of his frame, slicing him in half. Training was over. Laughing it up, Krillin removed the weighed clothes and fell back, exhausted from all the moving. He’d repay dende for this later.