[Piccolo spent a majority of his time training and practicing his other skills rather than focusing on his newly gifted shinki abilities. This was probably a mistake on his part and he was currently attempting to rectify that fact. Much to the detriment of the spirit butterflies.
There were several wingless butterflies now crawling awkwardly along the ground, their wings clipped from miscalculated borderlines.
Making a borderline wasn't all that hard for someone as skilled in controlling his energy as Piccolo was. Unfortunately, he was better at attacking things than corralling them and--maybe he just didn't get the exercise at first and attacked the butterflies on purpose? The determined look on his face was kinda hard to read beyond the obvious concentration in his gaze.]
II. Physical Training
[Eventually Piccolo tired of training with his shinki ability to create borderlines. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as using his other fighting abilities was. So he wandered off from the area with the butterflies, leaving several decimated spirits in his wake, and found somewhere else to practice his other skills as he preferred.
He did his best to avoid the white-robed shinki grabbing anyone and everyone to help with his measurements and calculations. Piccolo wasn't all that interested in such things. He also didn't need any of the training equipment other than perhaps a sparring partner, which the non-moving dummies didn't provide very well to him. His time spent performing a few overly practiced movesets against a still dummy target was short lived to say the least.
The green shinki eventually made his way outside into an open area. There he set targets of his own--typically a certain flower or post off in the distance--that he aimed carefully at before unleashing a devastating energy blast. He used only a fraction of his power to keep from blowing up more than just the immediate surrounding area of his target but it was still impressive to watch a flower basically disintegrate in a cloud of dust and earth that flew up from the blast.]
III. Wildcard
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There were several wingless butterflies now crawling awkwardly along the ground, their wings clipped from miscalculated borderlines.
Making a borderline wasn't all that hard for someone as skilled in controlling his energy as Piccolo was. Unfortunately, he was better at attacking things than corralling them and--maybe he just didn't get the exercise at first and attacked the butterflies on purpose? The determined look on his face was kinda hard to read beyond the obvious concentration in his gaze.]
II. Physical Training
He did his best to avoid the white-robed shinki grabbing anyone and everyone to help with his measurements and calculations. Piccolo wasn't all that interested in such things. He also didn't need any of the training equipment other than perhaps a sparring partner, which the non-moving dummies didn't provide very well to him. His time spent performing a few overly practiced movesets against a still dummy target was short lived to say the least.
The green shinki eventually made his way outside into an open area. There he set targets of his own--typically a certain flower or post off in the distance--that he aimed carefully at before unleashing a devastating energy blast. He used only a fraction of his power to keep from blowing up more than just the immediate surrounding area of his target but it was still impressive to watch a flower basically disintegrate in a cloud of dust and earth that flew up from the blast.]
III. Wildcard