Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

2.5 The empathetic Saiyan

Nizucchi visited villages and villages. He hadn't found anything of interest. No incredibly strong peasant, no Saiyan that was crazy enough to like of birds, flowers and children. He felt he had visited about a hundred villages when he reached the place where we left in the previous chapter. He then was very far from the city of the King .

In such remote places, it often happened that the authority of the King was contested. Actually, the authority of the King had to be renewed each time he expected anything from a faraway place. There was a reason why all the messengers mandated to conduct a census were high ranking members of the army: they had to subdue the villagers and remind them how strong the capital was.

For, indeed, many generals went from village to village to offer Saiyans to join the army, but that hadn't happened for more than 340 years, when a King had decided to go and attack the Tsuful part of the world.

After several weeks of research, flying above the sea, the Saiyan army had then destroyed a big and empty island, thinking that the Tsufuls most likely lived below it.

Today the King was training an army to face the Millenary Fighter, even though it wasn't quite official.

It was an average sized village, and well-kept houses and organised structures (such as this place in the middle of the village for Saiyan celebrations and gathering) meant an intelligent and efficient chief.

Nizucchi went down and landed at the border of the village, then he came in on foot, going towards the village center.

With his shining armor, he didn't go unnoticed - this was the goal after all – and the Saiyans watched him, or followed him. As it often happened, he was stopped in his way by an audacious girl. A young Saiyan female was in his way and clearly defied him. After all, the man had come on his own volition while he hadn't been invited. And he was obviously rather old. So she had her chance.

She spat on the ground, next to her and she hardly turned her head toward him that she saw her opponent's hand rushing toward her. The attack reached her shoulder and she was thrown backwards before she could even react. That was how Nizucchi sent her flying several yards backwards as the other villagers were laughing. He then went on his way.

Hartich had noticed the commotion and was waiting for him in the middle of the village. When the leader saw his armor, he immediately recognised his function.

"You're a great general of the King. Welcome to our village."

He hadn't always been welcomed this way. This chief was clearly more educated than others he had met on his travels.

They prepared a banquet from scratch as fast as they could to discuss with the new-comer – they couldn't talk without eating – which resulted in all the members of the village appearing for they wouldn't want to miss an occasion to eat.

Nizucchi directly explained that he was looking for a student, a fighter to train.

"It's an honour we can't refuse." said Hartich. "Would you like trying out some of the persons here, those you think shows potential?"

"Well... you're the chief. Show me what the strongest one of your village is worth."

Hartich hesitated for a second then got up as he swallowed his last piece of meat.

For the fourth time in a row, Hartich was thrown on the ground by the general. The chief got up and brushed the dust and the blood and returned to his stance with dignity. Standing in front of him, Nizucchi hadn't been touched once. The villager were astonished.

They were proud of their leader. Their leader was very very strong! They knew it for he already had crushed the chiefs of the surrounding villages whenever problems arose.