Rodney watched cautiously as his master slammed the door behind him, angrily buttoning his shirt, walking swiftly out the door, his expression was sour. Rodney had never seen his master so worked up, he was no doubt curious as to what could have possibly gotten him to behave with such aggression, he had always carried himself with poise and grace. Regardless, of course, Rodney wouldn't dare to so much as to behave any differently than normal.
Walking down to his carriage, Zol ordered the maids to fetch the carriage driver, he did not want to bother Rodney with such a request as he was not in the best of moods and appreciated Rodney's attitude, he did not want to risk it changing, as he had an intuition he would not be able to control his tone in a respectable way, potentially coming off as cold and rude to Rodney. As Zol sat down in the carriage to await his driver, Zol decided that he made the correct decision not asking Rodney to fetch the driver, judging by the way he asked the maids to do so pertaining to something like
"Get me the driver you useless wretch!"
Although he couldn't quite even recall the exact word usage, Zol himself wasn't used to being this angry, he was struggling with himself, knowing there was no real reason to act so harshly, regardless of how horrible he felt inside. Zol had been the same window gazing, sun bathing, fortune enjoying man for the past few weeks, although he was still getting accustomed to the ins and outs of the royal scene, he found it very relaxing to be able to enjoy the luxuries of life, so why was it that he felt this uncontrollable urge? Fidgeting with and pushing out creases on his suit jacket, Zol attempted to calm himself, compose his thought's and focus. Regaining a solid sense of composure, but still unable to shake the deep itch he felt he absolutely had to scratch, he tapped his foot until the arrival of the driver.
"Take me to the nearest tavern or pub now."
Zol said firmly
"Right away, sir."
The driver responded with a hint of unease
Zol tried his very hardest to keep his mind blank, a skill he had learned on his journey to mastery, a skill he found very necessary and fundamental to any true warrior. Though there were certain times where ones intuition is felt so strongly that it enticed even seasoned warriors to reflect on themselves and mentally examine themselves. This of course is nothing but a distraction, a true warrior knows himself to be the warrior that he is, and knows that he can only do what he must to win to stay alive and continue fighting. This is the cycle of things... Zol's thoughts continued to trail off into deep and intricate introspection regarding the details of a warriors mindset, until he realized that he was able to make to the local pub and simultaneously refresh his mind and stop thinking about... Just as he had the thought, the urge or the itch or whatever this feeling was that Zol felt came back with a hunger, it threatens to drive him crazy with madness, literally. Zol was so mad he found it hard to control himself to not start breaking everything around him. The self restraint and will power currently required of him to not unleash his fury truly was only accomplishable by someone of his caliber. Having had trained and fought so hard and relentlessly, Zol naturally had an extremely tempered spirit, unwilling to yield to even to most tempting of indulgences or convenience if it meant giving up anything he considered important, and of course anything that didn't align with his virtues. Zol was a very virtuous man after all, and this man wanted a drink. Struggling to drag himself into the pub due to his dissatisfaction with the judgemental gaze of a random passerby, though he remained strong and did not give into impulse, walking into the pub, sitting down at the bar and calling over the bartender.
"What can I get you tonight sir?"
The bartender asked in a friendly tone
"A double shot of blue altrúz."
Zol responded cold and decisive.
"Right away sir."
The bartender prepared the drink quickly and with the upper class skill you'd expect from a luxurious pub such as this, taking a moment to look around, Zol took in the scenery noticing it was a very well put together establishment, the architecture was comfortable yet slick, the entire pub had a warm and inviting feel, made of primarily wood with pearlstone countertops.
"Your drink, sir."
The bartender carefully slide the drink over to Zol with an impersonal and professional demeanor.
"Thank you, lad."
Zol was starting to feel once again as if he'd be able to calm down and get a handle on himself once again, as he took a long, slow but large sip of his drink, absorbing the atmosphere and mentally settling into relaxation mode yet again. In his mind he replayed himself fighting every enemy that brought him the strength to become who he was now, it was a strange thing that through every battle, he managed to carefully craft himself into the eternal warlord he was now. What was so strange about it was the fact that he seemingly was tested and put through trials just barely survivable through his ability to quickly adjust himself to the given situation, regardless of how pretty or ugly it looked or how serious and dire things got or how easily he took down his enemies, his underlying sense of intuition leading him to not get ahead of himself even when his wins seemed so one sided once he gained so much strength, always being prepared for that next mountain peak only being at just the right elevation to see that it was in fact only the starting line for anyone that seriously wanted to become a warrior, as Zol continued to ponder the details of his journey, once again, the feeling returned. It seemed no matter how quickly he sipped on his drink in attempt to quell the growing uncomfortable yet irresistable and Zol realized at this point, that he would soon be no longer able to control himself, he would lash out and attack the nearest fighter. A fighter... he needed to find a powerful fighter, fast!
At that moment the pub door were sent flying off the hinges at an incredible speed, slamming into the back of the resturaunt and destroying countless expensive bottles. Luckily, nobody was standing in the way of the large heavy pub doors flying at a deadly speed. Immedietly standing up and entering a fighting stance the smallest fraction of a second after he heard the initial blow that was delivered to impact the doors with such ferocity, he had already begun approaching the man who had made such an entrance, with an indomitable confidence in his stride he walked directly up to the man, now face to face, locked in an eye contact so deep that it was a contest of will in and of itself, gazing deeply into each other in attempts to pick up on any trace of style or technique while simultaneously gaurding themselves against the others focused and attentive attempt to do the same. This all happened within the span of three seconds, having reached an understanding between each other that fate just so happened to bring together two extremely powerful fighters who were at their very limit in patience to find a fight. Although Zol had only just realized that the root of this feeling was the need for a good fight, he could see in this strangers eye's that he had been waiting a long time for this, perhaps he knew that he was a powerful fighter at that very pub at that very time, though he would have to save any ideas about questioning the reasoning for the circumstance for after the fight, though both Zol and the stranger wanted to fight at this very instant, they casually walked away from the scene that had now formed at the pub with all of the commotion of such a powerful display of force.
Though not impressive in the least as a simple display by Zol's standards, he knew this fighter had a careful control over his strength and technique, and that he did not use anywhere near his full strength, power or technique to do what he did, in fact he was quite certain he had scanned the room with his powerful awareness to make sure there would be no casualties, after walking at a steady pace together towards the middle of the forest, where no one would be caught in the crossfire, the sound of their sandals hitting the dirt came to a stop as they once again locked into an intense eye contact, entering their fighting stances.
Zol could be seen with his stark white hair, entering into the fundamental stance he had developed naturally over his years as a fighter, his brows furrowed and he sharpened his focus even further, in preparation for...
With a strike nearly instantenous, the unfamiliar fighter seemingly teleported within range of Zol, delivering a punch so swift that the snap of the wind sounded as though a mountain had just cracked, of course, even breaking apart mountains was within Zol's capabilities, and in reaction he dodged with effortless ease, delivering a quick counterblow to his opponents face... though his opponent was fast enough to avoid the strike as well, they locked into an incredible display on hand to hand combat, with each blow increasing in speed, precision, and force, equivilent to each other's attempts to do that same, it was truly a display of mastery as they each revealed further extents of their skill and strength, gradually turning the fight from one where the surroundings were merely a bit windy, where as now the collateral damage the fight was causing left a large crater, the winds forming into a whirlwind and then into a tornado with both fighters still going toe to toe and blow for blow in the eye of the now storm, as the windows reached the clouds and blew them apart, rain drops fell.
Thunder could be heard, though the strikes of the fighters started to sound similar, the sound soon overtook even the thunderclaps from the lightning that had now formed from the electricity forming from the intense clashing of energy, still punch for punch, not giving in even slightly, the two fighters were continuing to use every tool in their arsenal to get the upper hand, each time barely regaining the edge over the other, until in a moment so small, so instantaneous, just a flicker of a fraction of the smallest concept of a second, Zol had a realization, though it was indescribable, impossible to put words to, he knew it could be felt, as he delivered a finishing move, undodgeable by any standard or measure, and staring still into the eye's of his opponent, he saw... complete and utter acceptance of everything. Obliterated by the fatal strike, there was quite literally nothing left of his opponent, the move Zol had just pulled off was a move many many masters told stories of and thought to be only myth and legend, the impossible to perform blackhole technique.
One has to understand the fundamental concept of a any ability in order to use it, this was a law of this world, what allowed fighters to unlock mysterious abilities, what stood out about the blackhole technique was the fact that to fully understand any technique, which would mean to utilize it properly, one has to be able to feel the aspect of said technique as a fundamental quality within themselves, for elements this is nothing too challenging, to unlock some sort of fire ability for example, one simply has to feel the passion in the spirit as if it was fire, burning beautifully yet dancing majesticly, or water for example, one has to be a nourishing and loving person, flowing in the most natural direction always, giving to all and not particularly caring for themselves. Although one need not devote their lives to these things to have ability, it is the principle of these things themselves that allow the insight into the abilities, the further one's comprehension the further their ability to control the energy itself. To have the ability to wield such a technique as the blackhole technique quite literally means; at that moment, in that fight, Zol understood the universe.