Self-Destruction

"Master He-El, please train me with everything you have!" Nail's voice was sonorous and resolute, his expression firm. Seeing that even in his old age, the Grand Elder still had to produce descendants for the continuation of the Namekians, Nail felt heartbroken that, as the only combat-type Namekian, he lacked the strength to protect his people. "You? I can't use everything I have." He-El turned around and looked down at him. There was no disdain in his gaze; he was merely calmly stating the facts.