Canon Future Spar: Inugami, Rutaba & Kabosu VS Lotren

[CairoOnyx]

ᴘᴀᴘᴀʏᴀ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ (パパイヤ島 ᴘᴀᴘᴀɪʏᴀ-ᴛŌ) ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅꜱ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪᴅᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ "ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ" ɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴇɴᴛ. ᴘᴀᴘᴀʏᴀ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀɪʀᴘᴏʀᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪᴀɴ ᴀɪʀᴘᴏʀᴛ (ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ), ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛᴀxɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʟᴅ. ɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋʀɪʟʟɪɴ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀᴘᴀʏᴀ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 21ꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀᴅɪᴜᴍ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏɴᴇɴᴛ: ᴛɪᴇɴ ꜱʜɪɴʜᴀɴ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʀɪ-ʙᴇᴀᴍ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 22ɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴄᴏʟᴏ ʀᴜɪɴꜱ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 23ʀᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ ʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴘɪᴄᴄᴏʟᴏ'ꜱ ʜʏᴘᴇʀ ᴇxᴘʟᴏꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɢᴇ 756 ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ 24ᴛʜ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɢᴇ 767. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴘ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 21ꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɴ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀᴍᴄʜᴀ ꜰᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢɪʀᴀɴ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʀᴏꜱʜɪ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴋᴀɴ. ᴘᴀᴘᴀʏᴀ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ, ᴘᴀᴘᴀʏᴀ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴀᴍᴄʜᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʏꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛɪᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 22ɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ.

𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Papaya Island
ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣: Rutaba - Kabosu - Inugami - Lotren
ℝ𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕: Trio - 8K A Piece (Win), Trio - 4K A Piece (Lose) | Lotren 24K (Win) - 5K (Lose)

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤:
Rutaba Base PL - 10 Mil
Kabosu Base PL - 10
Inugami Base PL - 8 Mil
Lotren Base PL - 15 Mil

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤
Rutaba (Great Ape x5 - Super Saiyan x10 - Super Saiyan 2 x15)
Kabosu (Monster Form x10 - Custom Evolution Monster Form x15)
Lotren (Super Saiyan x10 - Havoc Sign x15)​

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[Rutaba]

Five Years Later…

The morning sun hung low over Papaya Island, casting warm light across the empty grounds of the World Martial Arts Tournament. No crowds had gathered yet. No announcers called names. No competitors had arrived. Only silence filled the arena, broken by the sharp sound of fists cutting through the air. Rutaba stood alone near the edge of the tournament grounds, noticeably older and taller than he had been five years ago. His frame had filled out with lean muscle earned through relentless training, but the determined spark in his turquoise eyes remained unchanged. He shifted smoothly into a fighting stance and began shadowboxing, each movement flowing naturally into the next. Left jab. Right cross. Hook. Spinning backfist. Front kick. Low sweep. Every strike snapped back to guard with practiced precision, his breathing calm and controlled. He wasn’t fighting an imaginary opponent—he was polishing his own technique, correcting mistakes one repetition at a time until a final straight punch cracked through the air with enough force to send a gust racing across the empty arena.

Without pausing, Rutaba dropped to the ground and launched into his conditioning routine. Push-ups became sit-ups, sit-ups became flutter kicks, mountain climbers, burpees, and explosive squat jumps, each exercise flowing seamlessly into the next without a single complaint. Sweat steadily dripped onto the stone beneath him as his muscles burned, yet he never slowed his pace. Only after finishing his final repetition did he rise back to his feet, exhaling deeply before rolling his shoulders, stretching his arms, back, legs, wrists, and hips. He even took a moment to gently stretch his tail before letting it sway freely behind him. Bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, he smiled to himself. “Warm-up complete.”

Almost immediately, his stomach answered with an earth-shaking growl that echoed across the quiet grounds. Rutaba froze, blinked, and slowly looked down at his own stomach. “…Already?” he muttered, scratching the back of his head. Another louder growl answered him. He let out an exaggerated sigh before laughing to himself. “Training’s expensive…” The grin returned to his face as quickly as it had left, and he turned his attention toward the massive tournament arena standing before him. He had heard stories about this place for years—the legendary stage where martial artists from across the world came to test their strength, sharpen their skills, and chase greatness. Seeing it with his own eyes made the stories feel real.

Rather than rushing inside, Rutaba walked to the edge of the arena entrance and stopped. He folded his arms for a moment before lowering himself into a deep horse stance. Minutes passed in complete silence as he remained perfectly still. His breathing slowed until it became almost impossible to notice. The ocean breeze brushed against his hair while the morning sun warmed his face. He simply listened—to the wind, to the distant waves, and to the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat. His ki rested quietly beneath the surface, calm and controlled, no longer the wild torrent it had once been.

When he finally opened his eyes again, they carried the quiet confidence of someone who had spent years preparing for this very moment. Rutaba rose from his stance, dusted off his gi, rolled his neck once, and settled into a relaxed posture with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. There was no impatience, no nervousness, and no need to prove himself before anyone had even arrived. Whenever the first fighter stepped onto these grounds, Rutaba would be ready.

Rutaba’s Stats (Base Form)
Health/Stamina- 1,300,000
Strength/Attack- 2,400,000
Durability/Defense- 1,200,000
Speed/Agility- 3,200,000
Intelligence/Magic-1,300,000
Ki Control- 600,000
Total Battle Power- 10,000,000

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[WarriorofSpaceBooty]

Inugami came to Papaya Island to look for someone worthy of his time. The number of foes he has encountered has led the older man to feel bored with his duties as a protector of Earth. He has longed for a stronger opponent ever since his encounter with Saiyans during his journey to North Galaxy, powerful warriors that were strong in their own right. Still, they only made him a little excited before they lost to him. He would go to another planet to see if anyone else could meet his expectations, but he only took an arm out of frustration. Descending even further till his feet touched the ground, then observing the area more closely, feeling for potential warriors in the area to get his body feeling that familiar excitement from combat, the decline in threats on Earth had dwindled to mere robbery. He felt a presence he is very much familiar with and honestly wasn't surprised; this kid had been all over the world, either to drive him nuts with constant sparring and the theft of his precious "stashes" of phoenix herbs or to empty his refrigerator whenever Rutaba passed his home, not caring if this Sage was home or not.

Humming at how ironic this is, wanting to avoid sparring to wanting to find someone who could give him more than a mere tussle. He took off in flight, over to where he felt this presence, and most likely gonna see him training as usual.
"Rutaba!!" he hollers at the much older boy before crashing hard to the ground, leaving cracks and a small dust cloud. Straightening up and fixing his clothes, he looks over at the boy, his eyes scanning the boy's stance and expression, as if he were in thought, but that doesn't stop him from flicking a small ball of fire right at Rutaba's back, knowing full well it would only annoy the kid. He will admit one thing, having since met this kid years ago when they both were no older than fourteen and six years old. They have had more fights back then, two kids butting heads whenever one wanted to prove who was better, when they stole food or tools from each other, or when gaming.
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Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina/ health​	1,350,000 (+200 With Racial Trait - 7,000,200)​
Strength/ Attack​	1,500,000 (+200 With Racial Trait - 4,000,200)​
Durability/ Defense​	1,250,000 (+200 With Racial Trait - 6,000,200)​
Agility/ Speed​	1,450,000 (+200 With Racial Trait - 3,000,200)​
Intelligence​	1,250,000 (+200 With Racial Trait - 2,000,200)​
Ki Control​	1,200,000 (+200 With Racial Trait - 5,000,200)​
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)​	8,000,000​