Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Prayer ❯ Don't Stay ( Chapter 6 )
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The power he had now was scary to him, the sheer amount of ki he could focus at one time, it was mind-blowing. His emotions swirled, his power threatened to pour fourth, against everyone. He struggled against the bonds, changing his own energy to match what his past self had been. He cried out in pain. Power like this should not have been allowed.
He fell to his knees clutching his sides in pain. Energy swirled around him, in tiny arches of lightning.
“MAKE IT STOP,†he screamed into the abyss…
A startled gasp of air, a scream into the waking world, brought him into the circle of women watching over him. His eyes cleared and revealed four very beautiful women holding him, fussing over him, and worrying for him. He laid back into his mother’s lap, unable to find the strength to do much else. His body was torn, not physically, but spiritually, from the power of his past self. He had no way of controlling it, no way of making sure that he did not die in the process of summoning it.
Dark Prayer
By: X-Zero and Paul
Disclaimer: I don’t own Ranma ½ or any of the music that the lyrics I use stem from. Don’t sue, I’m broke.
Chapter 6 – Don’t Stay
Nodoka cried, feeling her son’s heartbeat return to normal. Her son’s power was clearly visible during his blackout, and it frightened her. She knew in her heart that he wouldn't hurt her, but it was frightening to be in the presence of such power. She cried silent prayers to any god who would listen, she prayed for her son’s health, and well being. Until she felt him stir, she wasn't sure if he'd ever awake, already it had been an hour since the combat, and some of the others were rising now.
Ryouga, he had left, bowing his head as he acknowledged his defeat. Ukyo had woken up a few minutes ago, confused, wondering why she wasn't brutalized like the others. Shampoo had been taken by the awakened Mousse along with the still unconscious elder, back to their place. Taro was still in his coma, but the hospital guaranteed that he would be alright eventually.
But through all of this, the warrior remained out cold. Ranko seemed unconcerned by his condition. She had heard a bit of the story from Ranko of her son and his power, but it was too much to believe. The reincarnate of a warrior that gave gods reason to tremble, it was almost too much to believe.
Like a Phoenix from the grave, his eyes opened. She could see the fire burning there, but there was a mix of emotion. The warrior was not the same anymore.
Sometimes I
Need to remember just to breathe
The Tendo sisters and their guest, Ranko, smiled warmly at the prone form of Ranma. Nabiki looked at him with an apologetic smile that was warm with the need for a friend, Kasumi with a genuine smile, not the one that she gave to everyone, this one was meant for her little brother. Ranko, the last of them, she smiled at him with genuine love, a warmness, and kindness that he had long ago given up on ever seeing. He could not find the strength to return their smiles so he laid there.
Sometimes I
Need you to stay away from me
"I...I need to stand." He said hesitantly, knowing well that these women would be reluctant to allow him to rise. He could barely sit up a few minutes before, but he found his body finding its center once again. He slowly pushed up and looked around.
"How long has it been?" He asked, looking around, the only still forms remaining around this place were that of the dumbass duo, the old freak, and the brat. Those nicknames brought a lump of disgust into his throat, though that was quickly settled by spitting at them.
Sometimes I'm
In disbelief I didn't know
The redhead was the first to respond, "It's been about an hour, maybe a little more." She spoke quietly, her whispered tones ringing clearly in his ears. "Re... Ranma, I know that I should have been more forward…â€
“I wasn’t ready,†Ranma assured her, raising his hand. “I thank you for being there though.â€
“You know some of it then?†She asked in confusion. This was moving faster than even she expected.
“Reiko came for a chat,†he smiled weakly. The pain was an all too fresh memory for his mind and spirit. “I think I am in trouble.â€
Somehow I
Need you to go
“Your power is not ready,†Ranko look at him gravely. She remembered Reiko’s strength, the awesome power that consumed both him and the darkness twenty years before. It was enough to make her shudder, especially if Ranma could not control it.
“I think Reiko said he placed the blocks back,†he shook his head. “His power was insane.â€
“It was meant for a different time,†Ranko lamented. “Reiko’s power was like nothing even the Gods had thought up.â€
“It’s nice to know that I have a ways to go,†Ranma tried to lighten the mood, but everyone looked down.
Ranko looked at him seriously for the first time since they met. “You need to leave, before it consumes you and everyone around you.â€
Sometimes I
Feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I
Just feel like screaming at myself
Nodoka looked at the woman in shock. “You don’t mean…â€
“Reiko told me this would happen,†Ranko said softly, nodding her head and hefting the Katana that belonged to the fallen warrior. “But I hoped that it would not be so painful when he fully awoke. I had hoped you would be able to stay with those you loved and whom loved you…bur…" she stopped, holding back tears, remembering the years of long separation from Reiko.
“It’s not something that could have happened,†Ranma said, holding her by the shoulders. She swore in her mind, she heard the strength and control of Reiko there. “The power that I posses will either consume me or be mastered by me, and it’s not a struggle that others can be present for. It’s one I must master on my own.â€
She hugged him lightly, remembering that Ranma was not the same as Reiko. Affection made the new warrior very uncomfortable.
Sometimes I
In Disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I
Need to be alone
His mother stepped forward, tears in her eyes. “Do you have too?â€
“No choice,†he shrugged, giving her a light hug. He forgave his mothers mistakes, as he hoped she forgave his, but there was still uneasiness there. He didn’t really know how to be family with anyone…he was so used to being alone.
“Choices are rarely given to those with great power,†Ranko offered the older woman. “Reiko would tell me that all the time.â€
“Who is Reiko,†Nabiki asked, finding her voice again after so long.
“He is,†Ranko shrugged, jerking a thumb towards Ranma. “Or at least, he was. I can’t tell you the whole story until he remembers.â€
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
Everyone accepted that without question, it fit with the strange life that they tended to lead.
“Are your bracers bothering you Ranma,†she asked, looking at the lightly glowing blue bracers.
“Nah,†he looked at them, and then looked towards the Katana. “Mind if I see that though?â€
Ranko looked at the ancient weapon, startled by the fact that she had not given it to him sooner. She handed him the weapon, when the hilt began to glow brightly.
"What the hell?" Ranma watched as tendrils of light reached from the bracers to the swords. He looked again, he swore she had handed him only one sword.
Ranko laughed lightly. “Reiko never told me the secret to those swords. In his hands they were two blades of exquisite beauty and power. In another’s hands it looked like a useless antique.â€
Ranma smiled slightly. Twirling the swords, he slipped them together, and marveled as they reformed into one blade. He placed it at his side and looked at Ranko. “Not to bad am I?â€
“Not at all,†she smiled sadly. “I hope you find what you are looking for.â€
“So do I,†Ranma hugged her and wished the others goodbye. He turned and began walking towards the doors of the Tendo compound, when Happosai squatted before him.
“I was wondering when you would wake up, Reiko,†he said with a slight bow. “I have missed you old friend.â€
“Not Reiko yet, old freak,†Ranma smirked, but returned the bow of respect. “I take it you knew my past self.â€
“Yes,†he nodded. “Your past self was a great warrior, but also a greater friend. I should have seen it long ago, when you turned out so much greater than that louse Genma should have been able to produce.â€
“It’s alright,†Ranma said with a smile. “I still have a long way to go before I am back to the man that you knew. If I can ever reach that level of strength at all.â€
“You will,†Happosai smiled at him, and reached into his tunic. “This is for you, Ranma. Use it well.â€
He handed him a small amulet. It had the Yin-Yang symbol on it, with a strange character carved into the center.
“You will know what it means when you are ready,†Happosai watched as he walked in.
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just give me myself back and
Don't Stay
"I'm leaving tonight." He said as he observed the 3 o'clock sun. Thoughts somewhat in order the young man moved through the ruins of the house, looking for his pack, the heavy material hopefully having survived this destruction. There, he found it along with a heavy looking lock box, undoubtedly full of Nabiki's things. He hefted the two heavy packs, his and the old man's, as well as the box. He set the box down before Nabiki, before digging through the packs, consolidating the contents into his single one. Taking only what he needed, and dumping the rest into the other for sale. "That makes sense." He states simply as the hidden pocket of his father's pack is found, gems and precious metals from the many ruins, temples, and monasteries they had visited spilling into the main pack. “None of these are from the one's that had any people, that's for sure." He thought aloud to himself, noting the flawless nature of the precious materials. "I'll keep 'em though." Once again to himself as he finishes. He stood and looked around, noting that Akane was rising, their fathers doing the same slowly.
Akane couldn't believe this, here she was, the best martial artist around (A/N: She isn't too bright ok?) and that perverted jerk had gone and cheated, using his dirty tricks to catch her when she wasn't ready. Her groan and pained form agreed that she indeed wasn't ready. Her mind could barely cope with the icy feeling she had, cold as if there had been snow the previous night. That was when it hit her, she couldn't feel her pillows, blanket, or even... no she was still wearing enough of her sweat suit preserve her modesty. She groaned at looked over to the noise she heard. Her father and uncle Saotome, they were hurt, more noise. Her head snapped over to where she saw Ranma messing with his pack, Aunty and her sisters watching him, and not helping her. That's when she saw that girl, that one that had snuck up on her a while ago. Her eyes narrowed, Yeah, it is her. that was the slut who interfered in her fight and snuck up behind her. She wouldn't stand a chance now that Akane was ready for her. (Skewed and nearly retarded that girl is.)She boiled with rage, allowing her anger to effortlessly override both her protesting muscles and her common sense, pathetic as it was. She rose, glaring daggers into the petite redhead. I don't need you anymore
"You! YOU BITCH!" She screamed, knowing in her heart that this whore was the cause for Ranma's new behavior, but she couldn't have him, they had given him to her, he was hers, she owned him.
Ranko watched the spoiled little brawler awaken, and with a little detachment watched her charge, her own energy reserves not nearly as tapped as Ranma’s. She had been Reiko’s other half, the warrior who fought with him through the darkest battle that the Earth would ever know, and this little child thought she was ready for her. She settled into the combat stance that Reiko taught her, and waited for the child. She never arrived.
Ranma noted the daughter of Soun rushing towards Ranko. His bracers glowed a bright red, and he appeared before her. His eyes blazed to life, taking on the same color as his bracers. I don't want to be ignored
“NO ONE HARMS RANKO!†He roared, bringing his fist forward. It was then that it exploded. The pain he felt returned.
He blocked her mallet swing, using his other arm to snap the handle of the semi solid ki construct, lifting her legs from the ground with a sweep. It did not end there though. He was too enraged to really think. Moments later he was assaulting her with punch after punch, kick after kick, each attack slamming into the girl, who to her merit, was still trying to fight back. Heavy punches shot forward from her, only to end up clashing against his fist, causing immense pain. She began to submit beneath the onslaught, her tolerance for pain not withstanding the pigtailed fighter's brutalization. She once again found herself pushed past her limits, and into the sweet bliss of the unaware.
Ranma backed away from Akane's bloodied form. His hands…his hands they were covered in her blood. Just like Reiko and Ranko had warned, he was not in control of himself, let alone his power. He fell to his knees, when Ranko appeared at his side, and held her hands over the girl. Golden energy poured forth from her hands, and slowly healed the wounds.
“Hurry and finish,†she said in a commanding tone. “You don’t want anything else to set you off. Your power might do more than you want to happen.†I don't need one more day
He nodded numbly, when he heard the dual dumbasses, well, sadly, or not, they weren't intelligent enough to realize that they didn't have a chance against the prodigy that stood falling apart before them, and so both charged, but never made it. A brutal snap kick to the Tendo patriarch's face put him down and sent teeth and blood pouring onto the rubble. Genma similarly was sent spiraling into the land of dreams by a front-foot wheel kick to the temple. The rotund and aging martial artist fell to the ground, unconscious. Before them stood Happosai, the fighter shrugging as he dragged the two away. "Forget it and just leave now, it'll make things less difficult." Of you wasting me away
Ranma nodded, and tossed his pack onto his shoulder. He paused for just a moment, only long enough to return the fierce embrace of the women who had watched over him. "I promise I'll send word when I've stopped somewhere long enough." He was gone than, disappeared. The last words they would hear of him for years to come floated gently on the wind. "Sleep Mode."
Two Months Later
"Mouretsu Reikon!" The lance of red energy slammed into the 7 foot demon, and incinerated it. Ranma went alert as he heard the sound of sirens in the distance, and swiftly dashed from the scene, knowing that his letter would still arrive, despite the area of devastation surrounding the mailbox. Moments after he was gone several heroines dressed entirely too scandalously would arrive, and be confused even as reporters snapped photos and reported another victory for them. A certain green-haired ancient nodded as she watched the pigtailed warrior leave the ward, headed for the woods. She couldn’t help but shiver at the future she had seen. The one she dreamed of was hell compared to the one that he would create, if he was allowed to grow. Her future self had made sure she had sat down and saw the truth, and the greatness the young boy held. Hopefully he would be able to find his way. She turned and disappeared from the nearby rooftop as her friends began to arrive, and look at the devastation the chaos lord had unleashed on the demon.
Miles away an auburn haired woman opened a letter, sitting beside the two young women she'd come to think of as daughters.
"Dear Mom,
Training has been going well, at least I think. Reiko has not appeared to talk to me since the time I tried to release his holds on the power. I think it was the first time I have ever been scared in my life, even Saffron cannot match an angry Reiko. And I decided to listen, since he still holds the key to the lion's share of the power that I was blessed with, or cursed. With Great Power comes Great Responsibility, the American movie I watched recently said, and I am beginning to see just how hard it is to hold such power. I've manage to begin the process though, and I hope Reiko is proud. I cannot let myself down after all. I'm on my way to a Taoist monastery that Genma and I passed on our training trip. This place was where I learned Tai Chi, and hopefully, there I will find some answers. I'm on my way North now, and hope to contact you again soon. With Love,
Ranma
P.S. Tell Nabiki and Kasumi that I say hello and that I miss them.
The brief message lifted Nodoka spirits, but was it to little to late. Life at the Tendo dojo was far from perfect now. The family was a mess and her “husband†refused to ease their burden any. Now, without Ranma’s power there, the terrors that seemed to march through Nerima were unabated. Happosai seemed to have changed overnight, he kept spouting off some nonsense about the Great one returning, while Ranko only laughed at his antics. It was a situation she did not understand, and really did not want to. The only thing she hoped for was the quick return of her son, before things flew even farther out of control.
The Tendo dojo was suspiciously quiet, no noises of rage... "Damn that pervert!" Never mind, I was thinking of some other training hall, this one was shaking visibly from the temper tantrum of its youngest occupant. Her raging tantrums having run through her supply of cinderblocks, two by fours, and bricks. Nabiki refused to buy more, and Soun, for his foolish merit, could do nothing to convince the girl to the contrary. Kasumi, bless her heart, remained the calm in the storm, dutifully doing the chores around the house while Nabiki brought in money, and the others drank, destroyed, cried, whined, complained, and all around harassed the other two.
One Month Later…
Travel was not something new to him; in fact he preferred it to the stationary life he led in Nerima. Traversing forests and huge grasslands, crossed rural rice paddies, visited several smaller towns and cities, done minor work during the few short hours that he stayed, and left again. But now he stood before the gate of the monastery, perched high on a rocky cliff overlooking the pacific. As he approached the gate the monks came to greet him, sketching a bow, which the pigtailed man returned in kind. "I have come seeking Brother Sho; can you show me to him?" Ranma inquired of the man, hoping perhaps to find the old mentor that had saved him from insanity.
"You seek Sho-sensei? Yes, come with me." He led him through a well kept courtyard, and beautifully groomed sand garden, they reached the door and instantly Ranma kicked off the slippers he wore, which showed signs of wear. "Thank you." He bowed again as he opened the sliding door and entered, taking a seat before the master teacher. Through all this he made not a sound, but knew that the old man had long ago sensed his presence, even as he sat patiently awaiting his mentor's attention.
Sho felt a student he had not seen in a long time, and knew that he would never, 'see' him again. His eyes had gone, but still he was the master of this place, and the most skilled in their art. He was a well built man considering his age, and wore the simple grey tunic and breeches of his brothers. Thick silver-white hair was kept in a swordsman's ponytail, and framed his face well, blind eyes staring off into the distance.
After what seemed like hours to the young warrior the old man spoke, "You have returned, as I knew you would. Tell me, why do you believe you are here?" He asked of the young man knowingly.
“Don’t know quiet yet,†Ranma said sitting next to the monk who tried to excise one of his demons years ago. He had found lately that those demons went far deeper than he ever imagined. Even after three months he was still no closer to control Reiko’s awesome power, nor was he any closer to understanding why he had been reborn at all, or if he had been reborn.
He breathed in and out slowly, looking at the monk, but never meet his eyes. Sho simply shook his head. "You answer well, for one so young."
“As I understand it, I am not that young,†Ranma found a small part of the floor very interesting. “They tell me I am a reborn soul.â€
“That you are,†Sho said with a smile. “Come old friend, let us eat and we shall see about lifting one demon from you. You will have to find the rest.â€
This was how the training began, for months to come he would sit in quiet meditation under the tutelage of the old monk. He would do chores to keep his body in shape. The days went by quickly after the agonizing crawl of the first days. Now he sat here, meditating upon the time he has spent here, and the letter he had written a few days ago, sending it to his mother, who would read it soon before he left this place.
"Dear Mother,
First and foremost I hope that this letter finds you in good health. I reached the monastery some year and a half ago, and things have proceeded well, the brother's here have been kind, courteous, and closer to family than I have ever known. Master Sho has become the real father figure that I have been wont for. If things continue in their current path than I should be leaving this place soon, at least I hope. Master Sho has fallen ill and so now I merely meditate upon the scrolls he has instructed me to learn. I still have no idea what Reiko is, or who he was, no one wants to tell me though they seem to know. I wish I could understand. I wish I knew why I am here. It gets harder and harder to breathe with every day. I keep getting the feeling that the world is closing in on me, and if I am not able to overcome, soon enough there will be no room to run or to change. Master Sho has taken to showing me how to breathe, how to find my center in my breath, rather than my fist. I can only hope that it is working.
Flashback
Sho and Ranma sat upon large rocks within the sand garden breathing calmly as they meditated, after over an hour Ranma began to get impatient, "Master, when will we begin our practice?" He asked with an edge in his polite tone. The old man merely gave him an insufferable smirk and responded, "We will begin when you can remain calm throughout the first exercise." The old man smiled and continued to sit within the lotus position calmly, breathing evenly and totally at peace. Ranma tried to follow the elder man's example and continued to meditate, seeking his center and holding himself there, calmly embracing the flow of his soul's strength. When he was broken from his trance by Sho's words he was surprised. "Huh, what did you say?" He responded intelligently. "I said young one, that our exercises are complete for today." The Tao master stood for a moment and stretched to work away the stiffness he felt from sitting for so long. "What do you mean?" Ranma asked, ignoring the blatantly obvious answer. "Look at the sky." The man supplied, it was dark, the light of the sun replaced with the light of the torches lining the monastery walls. The pigtailed warrior felt dumbfounded, he had been sitting here for hours, completely oblivious to the goings on of the things around him. "H-how? Master Sho, how can it be so late already?" He asked, muttering to himself as they went into the main dining hall. "Just as the reed bends to the winds, so too does the completely focused mind bend without notice." He responded in his rasping voice, leaving the young man to gape like a fish in wonderment.
End Flashback
After that day things went back to normal, that training exercise having turned into one of our normal routines. We'd sit in meditation for the later part of the day, returning to the dining hall to eat after the sun had set. The earlier parts of the day were devoted to chores though, and believe me, they are much different chores than one would imagine. The chores are nothing incredibly strenuous, mind you. In fact, I have had a chance to learn the Bakusai Tenketsu due to it, which turned out for the best. The cliff that the temple rests at the foot of was crumbling a bit, and one day during chores something happened.
Flashback
Ranma was repairing things on the roof when he heard the rumbling noise, and when he looked up he saw the tons stone heading toward him, tumbling down the steep cliff face. For a fraction of an instant, Ranma's mind locked up, natural reaction taking prevalence, but just as quickly as that neuron made its connection another fired, reminding him of his intense martial skill. His senses returned he leapt to meet the first boulder as it came; he lighted upon the large rock for merely an instant, jamming his finger into the thing and leaping away, only to land on another of the falling stones as the first exploded in a hail of pebbles and shrapnel. This process repeated several times, until the roof of his new home was littered entirely with small rocks. Strangely though, this was what he was doing, he was setting gravel into the freshly tarred roof. He applied his energy carefully and as he landed atop the monastery he suffused the entire roof of the building with a brilliant cerulean glow, melting further the tar, and feeling the rocks sink into the ebon stickiness. With a thought he reversed his technique, cooling his aura to near freezing slowly, cooling the freshly done job.
He touched ground and came face to face with one of the elder monks, who noted that he carried with him the large sacks that contained the gravel. "What happened brother Ranma?" Ranma continued on his way, responding seriously as he went, "Rock slide, nothing serious." With that he was gone, leaving a Taoist monk to do a rather convincing fish-out-of-water impression.
End Flashback
The rest of my time has been spent studying myself, introspection such as what caused me to do what I did, who am I? These profound questions that people have pondered for thousands of years are the ones I now have to answer, and find these answers quickly. I have come to one conclusion, however, strange that an American cartoon makes all too clear. Strangely enough I made this discovery while I was in my girl form, master Sho having insisted that I spend half of my time as a girl to better acclimate myself to centering the female body that I sometimes inhabit.
'I am who I am, and that's all that I am'
Now in this I mean that no matter the complicated answers that those who don't really know the answer to the questions I spent wondering about, there is only one answer for the question, 'Who am I?' and that is, 'I'm me and no one else.' I have truly learned many things in my stay here, and as of today, I am leaving this place. Master Sho is to be cremated just before I leave, my hope is that he has the peace now in death that he had in life. He has helped me greatly to achieve a sense of peace, for which I will forever be thankful. Master Sho has told me of other places where I may be able to achieve more learning. He feels that I should take time away from martial arts to learn a craft of some kind, that I might better function in the modern world. So, I end this letter as I did the one before. Oh, and do tell Nabiki and Kasumi how I have been, which if it was not previously mentioned, I am well. I love you all very much, and cannot wait for the day that I return, as it is, right now I would be nothing more than a burden, and that is something I cannot bear to be any longer. Love Always, Ranma"
As the auburn haired woman read this latest message from her son aloud to the younger women, she couldn't help but smile at seeing the looks on their faces, the precious looks of longing plain as day on angelic features. She too wished her son would hurry and return, but she knew in her heart, where felt it mattered most, that he would return to make her proud. He had already done so, by remaining himself despite the things around him, by not losing his sanity in a maddening hell of his father's construction, and by not giving in to the 'manly' urges he felt to women he cared nothing for aside from fleeting friendship. Beautiful women who would have no trouble seducing any man they desired, her sons show of discipline and self control was astounding, now if only he'd actually find someone to settle down with and have children. She derailed the train of thought and returned to her chores, ushering Nabiki and Kasumi off to class.
"Master Sho Iruhara is dead, and in accordance to his wishes he will be cremated in spiritual flames. Brother Ranma, we feel that no other but you, none but this last protégé, should be given that honor. If any among us disagree, speak now." Spoke Brother Shen, hearing no voiced disagreeement he continued. "Come brothers, we go to the cliff side." They all strode solemnly to the cliff overlooking the sea, finding Ranma, sitting on the edge, floating with his aura maintaining a cushion below him. "It is time Brother Ranma." The pigtailed man rose, his grey tunic and pants fluttering with a wind born from the intense aura surrounding him.. "Farewell, Master." His aura rose into the visible spectrum around him like a bonfire, peaking several meters in the air. "This is the day of endings and new beginnings, we humbly ask the kami gift this soul with passage into the realm of the ancestors, and that his enlightened spirit be at peace. Fukyuu Eiyuu!" The stream of silver fire overtook the funeral pyre, burning it away quickly, leaving behind only the shallow collection tray and the ashes of a great man.
"Return to the realm of eternity, and rest in peace." His voice was soon echoed by the voices of several of those around him. He shed a single tear into the wind, the crystalline droplet finding its way into the tray before him. Even as he went solemnly the men and few women surrounding him that had become as family to him nodded, understanding his need to go, wishing to share his particular pain, wishing they could help him through this grief, but each and every one knew, that this was a cross that he needed to bear, and he alone needed this pain, it would help him to grow as the old master had wanted.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I think this one turned out well and hope to have the training trip arc over with soon, the return to Nerima will promise some more of the mayhem you're used to, I promise. And once again you all have my prereader/editor Paul to thank for making this better than it was.
Technique Translations:
Fukyuu Eiyuu- This means Immortal Hero, and is a ki blast which doesn't use the emotional ki focus. It is not as strong as others in small quantity, but when the levels are raised, than it becomes a force to be reckoned with.
Mouretsu Reikon: The Violent Soul/Rage Spirit is an anger based blast, that instead of feeding anger and causing it to grow in the manner of the Shi Shi Hokodan, instead it feeds from the anger and drains the emotion as if one had raged them self to sleep, without the sleep part.