He did not know how long it had been. Time was now meaningless to him. Hours....days...weeks...months...it was all now a blur to him.
With his feet planted firmly on the ice that made the ground, the spiky-haired warrior looked around. All around him, the ice had been torn to shreds. If one were to suddenly stumble across this scene, they never would have guessed that before, the landscape was completely flat. Now, however, spikes of ice stuck out in all directions along the floor, the jagged landscape a clear sign that the once-flat land had been torn up by something. Namely, that same spiky-haired stranger standing right in the middle of it.
Drawing in a long breath and sighing, the man watched the mist of his breath disappear into the air, flicking his blue-furred, monkey-like tail slightly behind him. The last time he had encountered anybody aside from wildlife that he had actively hunted was when he fought another saiyan all that time ago. a saiyan that went by the name of Kain. He had not sensed Kain's energy in a long time, and wondered what had become of him, or indeed what had become of the rest of Eden, for that matter. The stranger had completely shut himself off from the outside world, dedicating his mind, body and soul to training in the barren icy wastelands of the southern polar region.
Sighing again, the man's aura slowly faded into view around him, rising around him slowly and calmly as he resumed his training once again, all alone.
A few days later, or what seemed like days to him anyway, Gareeku's curiosity of what the rest of Eden was like now was slowly getting stronger as he trained, clouding his mind as he continued to try and push himself. It had been so long, the burning desire to see the world again was getting stronger by the hour. It was clear that training would be difficult thanks to his own sometimes-annoying sense of exploration and curiosity.
With a sigh, the blue-tailed saiyan stopped his training, his aura slowly fading away to nothingness as he descended to the icy ground below, having been training whilst up in the air, using his energy to keep him afloat as he trained. As his red boots touched on the cold ground below, the warrior's blue eyes scanned the landscape, before spotted something on the ground.
Walking up to the object, Gareeku then picked it up and shook it somewhat, revealing it to be a brown coloured hooded cloak. Noticing that the garment had become damp from lying on the moist ground, the blue-tailed warrior then summoned energy softly to his hands, his fingers and palms glowing and giving out heat thanks to the ki now flowing through them.
Before long, Gareeku had summoned enough energy to his hands to dry the garment completely. Putting it on over his shoulders, the Krazoa-Saiyan looked back at the torn up terrain behind him and smirked somewhat, before turning back and floating up into air, taking off into the distance as his white aura blazed out into a trail behind him, created a white line across the clear sky as he went.
As he flew, Gareeku tried to decide on where to go. Now that he had indeed decided to succumb to his curiosity and go visit the outside world, he needed to decide on where exactly he was going to go. He didn't even though if the places he had known before his time in that icy wilderness even existed anymore. Oh well, only one way to find out.
It was then that the blue tailed warrior remembered a certain dojo, run by a saiyan named Musashi; an old aquaintance, and fellow T.E.M.P.L.A.R. member, if that even existed anymore. Decided he would make that his first desitation, Gareeku changed course slightly and flew off in that direction, heading for the west of the Great Continent.