There are those out there far stronger than this namek, in the future when there is trouble--he plans to be ready to stop the tyrants. As usual, the silent namekian sat by a big tree and under the shade. It was a good spot for meditation, silent and only the sound of nature. The leaves blew across the surface, the breeze felt good and a few birds perched on top of the trees. Amita sat down, crossed his legs and meditated. He focused on his life force and sooner started floating up by himself. His concentration was dire, Amita was not to be disturbed. There are all sorts going on his mind, the view happens to appear inside the mind of the namek. It was pitch black background, dead silent. The namekian stood still in the center with his eyes closed and his arms to the side. He clenched his fists as another namekian appeared. It was a same clone as Amita, his imaginary sparring partner. Everything seemed vivid but empty. They engage in combat, attacking each other and quarreling with each other. Both were at a same pace, neither or them losing or winning. The orginal amita happens to jump back and emits a large blast from his palm. The clone struggled to restrain himself from the impact, and deflected it to the side. In the mean time, the orginal amita appeared in front and gave a deep punch in the clone's abdomen.
Amita woke up from his mediation panting and sweating.
Training Complete - +2000 PL
Amita woke up from his mediation panting and sweating.
Training Complete - +2000 PL