A Christmas Special: The Plan to Eradicate Christmas

[Baldman024]

Watching Kuroza carelessly throw clothes behind him, forming an ever-growing pile of previously folded clothes. Tolue couldn't help but silently observe as a mountain of clothes slowly began to build. Everything from coats, t-shirts, pants, to even underwear ended up in the chaotic pile. Finally, with a triumphant grin, Kuroza grabbed the single item of clothing that seemed to interest him and dashed out of the room.

"Borrowing these, K THANKS BYE!" Kuroza shouted over his shoulder as he disappeared through the door, leaving Tolue alone with the mess.

Tolue stood there in silence, his gaze fixed on the pile of clothes. An eerie stillness settled over the room, broken only by the sound of hurried footsteps as Kuroza burst back in, now fully dressed in a black turtleneck and the pants he had just taken.

"Gee, Tolue, I didn't take you for a slob," Kuroza said with a teasing smirk, gesturing toward the mess. "Look at the state of your room! You should really clean this up before the hotel manager finds out you completely wrecked the place."

Tolue’s gaze shifted from the pile of clothes to Kuroza, his eyes betraying a flicker of annoyance. But then, unexpectedly, he started to laugh—a light chuckle at first, which quickly grew into a full-blown laugh.

"Hahaha, even after all these years, you haven’t changed one bit, Kuroza," Tolue said between fits of laughter.

When the laughter subsided, Tolue raised an arm toward the pile of clothes. With a subtle motion of his hand, he used his magic materialization to transform the entire pile into a flurry of soft feathers. A moment later, he unleashed his telekinesis, sending the feathers flying straight toward Kuroza in a whirlwind.



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[Jeru Yasai]

Jeru sat quietly by the crackling fire, its warmth spreading through his hands as he held them close to the flames. The snow-covered wilderness was silent, save for the occasional rustle of the wind. But then—a faint snap of a branch. Jeru's eyes widened, his sharp Saiyan instincts flaring to life. His gaze darted left and right, scanning the dark forest for the source of the noise.

With a calm yet deadly focus, Jeru rose to his feet, clenching his fists. He closed his eyes, concentrating as he extended his ki sense outward. His face tightened. Ten. Ten skilled fighters. Bandits. Before he could react further, one of the bandits lunged from the shadows, dagger gleaming in the firelight. With inhuman reflexes, Jeru pivoted on his right foot, sidestepping the blade entirely. As the attacker stumbled past him, Jeru shot out a precise kick, striking the bandit's ankle and sending him tumbling forward. The unfortunate man’s momentum carried him straight into the fire. A blood-curdling scream ripped through the air as the bandit writhed in agony, his flesh seared by the hungry flames.

Jeru’s expression remained calm, though his piercing gaze carried an unmistakable warning. "Turn back now." he called out to the shadows.

His warning fell on deaf ears. Four more bandits emerged, their faces twisted with malice. Each drew weapons—daggers, clubs, even a crude sword—and charged at him in unison. Jeru shifted his stance, his body sinking low as he adopted a disciplined martial arts posture. His voice was steady, almost bored. "You're making a huge mistake."

The bandits gave no response, their eyes filled with bloodlust as they unleashed a coordinated barrage of punches, kicks, and slashes. But Jeru’s movements were a masterclass in precision. He weaved between their strikes like water flowing around rocks, effortlessly evading their blows.

One bandit slashed at him with a dagger, but Jeru twisted his body just enough for the blade to pass inches from his torso. Grabbing the man’s wrist, Jeru pulled him forward with a sudden burst of strength, flipping him over and slamming him into the snowy ground. Another bandit swung a club, only to find it caught mid-swing by Jeru’s iron grip. Jeru shattered the weapon with a sharp squeeze before delivering a devastating palm strike to the bandit’s chest, sending him flying into a nearby tree with a sickening thud.

The remaining two bandits hesitated, but Jeru gave them no time to reconsider their choices. With a sudden burst of speed, he closed the distance between them, his fists moving in a blur. One fell to a single devastating uppercut, his body lifted clean off the ground before collapsing in the snow. The other tried to retreat, only to be caught by a powerful roundhouse kick that sent him sprawling, unconscious.

Jeru stood amidst the chaos, his breathing steady and unlabored. The firelight danced across his features as he stared into the shadows where the remaining bandits cowered.

"If you value your lives." Jeru said, his voice cold and commanding, "leave now. Next time, I won't be so merciful."

The remaining bandits, trembling with fear, turned and fled into the wilderness without another word. Jeru exhaled slowly, turning back to his fire as if nothing had happened. The wilderness was silent once more, save for the crackling flames and the faint, retreating footsteps of the bandits who had dared to challenge a Saiyan.


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[YatoruSenpai]

Sensing where the mysterious figure had relocated towards, Daichi slowly rising upwards, popping his shoulders and neck, His hands sliding back into his pockets, The Silverene Dragon seemed fixated towards that Mysterious Power source that originated from that hooded man. But even with all the various humans Power which matched no higher than 500, another source of power located outside the City seemed to catch Daichi's eyes. The source of energy was slightly higher than his own Base but what was more important was that it was higher than the accumulation of Ten humanoid Power Levels far weaker than this source of energy. This source seemed to be dispatching the Ten sources of power, having 10 battle powers becoming faint and weakened, likely being beaten by the stronger Source whilst it seemed as if all ten were on the move to flee. Daichi curious put aside his anticipation towards the Hooded figure as with a simple phrase, "Papara Papa"; space around the vision of Daichi shifted, his entire being being relocated to the snow covered wilderness, his feet slamming into the two fleeing bandits knocking them on their proverbial asses. His Cyan Draconic eyes seemed focused, locked onto the Youth who like Lottus seemed to be a Saiyan.

The Silverene Dragon standing with his feet on the faces of the two unconscious Bandits, his hands in his pockets stared forth towards the flickering flames of a small camp fire, standing near it, was a young warrior, a Saiyan though one that seemed to lack a Tail. His Draconic eyes stared forth towards the Saiyan youth, Daichi spoke with a curious tone,​

"Curious, beating up some lowly weaklings as these bandits, I didn't take the Saiyan's to lack their warrior Pride. Whats your name Kid?"​

The youthful Daichi proclaimed as he slowly stepped off the faces of the Bandits, his cyan dragon eyes not once averting from the Saiyan who stood by the small camp fire. His boots creating a crunching sound as they come in contact with the snow, the young Silverene Dragon offspring who resembled a 12 years old, seemed as curious and intrigued on how a Saiyan of this Universe would respond. The only other Saiyan Daichi knew of was his adoptive parent, Lottus tasked with Raising him after his mother and Fathers demise...

Post Order: Kuroza, Kado, Tolue, Jeru, Daichi, Eschalot, Story
Location: East City.​