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The plane finally touches down at your destination, and your body buzzes with an excited energy as you leap down to the ground rather than descend the stairs like any normal person would do. The air here is as fresh as can be, and your keen ears pick up the familiar sounds of warriors running through training drills to perfect their technique. Curious, you find your feet taking you in that direction, eager to meet with legendary heroes from across the entire UNIVERSE that are apparently worthy enough to train here!
What you see is rather surprising, and not at all what you expected. A wiry old man with particularly bushy hair and pointed ears stands there in what you'd generously call a rockerboy outfit, a boombox sitting on his shoulder blasting out some oldschool rock-like song that you've never heard of and aren't even sure originates from anywhere close to Earth. Three individuals with halos above their head run through some exercizes with some particularly massive and heavy looking weights strapped to them, and the old man seems to be trying to hype them up and get their blood pumping while they do so.
"Come on Sarta-chan, you've got this! Just ten thousand more, you're ninety percent the way there, baby!" The old man calls out, bobbing his head to the music. "Mijoriiin, don't falter on me now! Sarta is gonna finish first at this rate!" He encourages the next one. "Tempa-chan, you already know what I'll say to pump you up! But I'll say it anyways, just for you: there's nothin' you can't do if you put your mind to it, son!" He says.
You blink, recognizing the name. "Pardon me for interrupting, but which one of you is Tempa?" You ask, getting everyone's head turned towards you and all movements paused.
"Yooooo! Who's this cool cat?" The old man asks, sauntering up to you while the music plays. He reaches up and hits the pause button once he's just a few feet away.
"Oh, uh, my name's Honta! Wyald Honta! I'm really sorry for interrupting your training, everyone." You say, bowing apologetically. The old man just waves you off when you do so, though.
"No need for all the formal stuff, baby! I like to keep things chill out here, you dig? You can call me Grand Kai, or just Gramps if you prefer it." The old man says. Th...THIS is the Grand Kai? Overseer of the universe?
"S...Sure thing, Grand- Gram- uh..." You start, struggling to decide between your usual formalness and what he prefers. He looks amused at that. "...Boss!" You eventually decide on, a mixture of formal and informal
"Boss, huh?" He asks, stroking his beard for a second. "I like it. Sounds kind of badass..." He nods in approval. "So, what do you need with Tempa-chan, kiddo?" He asks.
>Spill your guts about the whole situation, in full detail! His familial vibes feel trustful to you.
>Tell him only that you need Tempa's psychic expertise, because there's a strange phenominon on your planet you need to look into.
>Get distracted, ask him to train you too!
>Something else...?
