A plot buildning chapter, hopefully its not 2 boring.
Trying a bit more spacing, felt that it let the text breath abit more..
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Before the young girl could regret her decision something extraordinary happened.
As soon as the words “Owh, You stupid fool” left the mouth Julia’s brute of a father one of Kolel’s followers exploded in fury.
“They actually dare to look down on the Purple Giant School!”
“Die! Die now!”
The tall and thin individual usually stationed at Kolel’s right side thought to himself.
He was by no means a student of the mighty and overbearing Purple Giant School but he had followed Master Kolel across countless of land. As a reward for being a trustworthy companion he bathed in the envy and power that came with the privilege. Kolel a lenient yet reckless individual had recruited him from small village miles to the north, where he was bred and born in.
Kolel someone that had never mistreated him, who had given him power and respect, was currently lying down with gushing blood painting the sandy yet pale streets. Something similar had never occurred, by only speaking the name; Purple Giant School the common man had been too terrified to even lay a hand on his noble master.
But now… The shame and the pain, was unbearable.
Hans, the man in question charged with all his might against the terrified girl. Even if her expression conveyed that she definitely regretted her emotional outburst – Hans didn’t care. Moments later he arrived the length of an arm before Julia, the perfect distance to deliver a quick yet powerful blow.
Igniting the power of the third level of the Spirit Profound Realm he released his mightiest of punches. As the brute father realized the intention of the purple robed Hans, he threw himself with all his might in order to cover her body.
But
It was too late, even if Julia’s brute father appeared to possess the strength of two men, he currently only held the cultivation of the first level of the Spirit Profound Realm and could therefore not make it in time. His eyes clenched to the bounds of producing tears as he watched the clenched fist lay impact on the fragile girl’s body.
“Boom”
The fist actually exploded as it impacted against the unprotected girl. As the deadly fist continued to drill through blood and bones, continues sound of terrifying pain escaped the mouth of the now mutilated Julia. The punch carried such might that it actually penetrated most of her body and was only inches away from actually erupting from the other side.
Hans couldn’t help smiling as he witnessed that mysterious red substance quince outwards. As the moment’s progressed Julia’s face turned paler and paler.
White, white of the underworld was what was currently depictured on her small yet attractive face. As the white climaxed to its whitest of colors her eyes that was clenching to the light, suddenly went out.
“Noooooooooooooo!!!”
The brute father couldn’t keep his posture as he fell to his knees crying.
Despair overtook his very being.
“Hahah, that is the result of opposing the mighty Purple Giant School!”
“Remember this people”
Hans shouted with a vindictive yet relieved smile on his face.
Kolel witnessing the demise of his enemies couldn’t help smiling. That smile of satisfaction didn’t last long though, reminiscing back to the previous events his once happy face turned extremely angry once again.
Hans caught the transformation and couldn’t help speaking up to comfort his master
“Don’t worry Master Kolel, let’s return to Purple Giant School and explain the situation”
“I am certain, that filth will experience the pain fullest of deaths”
Light once again appeared in Kolel’s eyes as a small grin grew among the excruciating pain.
“Yes, next time we meet, I will let you experience my pain ten times over!!”
“Just you watch me!!”
The young master couldn’t help letting out a small howl before he once again went back fighting that excruciating pain Honem previously had delivered.
Even Julia’s brute of a father experienced an epiphany. Pain had already turned into disdain, disdain had turned to hatred but not against the Purple Giant School – that hatred would never blossom.
“It all began when that filthy guy came into our life”
“Yes, Yes, everything is his fault”
“I tyrel graveheart herby promise that the pain that I currently feel will be returned tenthfold, just you watch, Honem!”
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Honem was still walking at an astonishing rate down the narrow yet relatively crowded streets of Laky village. The fragile and poorly decorated stores and residences were soon left behind as he was hastily approaching the north gate. Honem was convinced that the troublesome purple robed youngsters were still close in his heels. The social situation that he was put in was too awkward to experience once again. In concurrence with this event, Honem decided that it was time to leave. Even if he had several night’s left in the small yet charming inn, he didn’t have the courage to return.
Since leaving the awkward scene Honem had pondered one daunting question, who is Purple Giant School? As soon as they were mentioned the residence of Laky Village had turned utter terrified. An organization or a name carrying such weight was without a doubt gravely alarming.
“I heard someone say that the Purple Giant School taught that lightning technique. Hmm, troublesome, troublesome indeed” Honem couldn’t help getting rather astonished by this fact. An organization willingly teaching mighty manifestation technique s to someone as weak as this Kolel was very intriguing, yet dangerous.
“Manifestation techniques are usually kept super tight by stingy old masters, but now they actually teach them outright to just about anyone?” This fact was above all annoying. Honem had spent over a year getting a single manifestation technique in his previous life.
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“Master, when will you teach me the mighty Flame Dragon Technique?” A child not older than fourteen was currently lowering his head against the hardwood floor. In front of him was an old man who was happily chewing on some delicate meat. Even if such a casual event took place, the atmosphere carried unimaginable weight in this wooden dojo.
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The old man was no other then the mighty Grandmaster Yuko, the master of Flame Dragon Villa and a well-respected expert of the Heavenly Profound Realm. Grandmaster Yuko was a man of integrity and honor while still carrying the mentality and stubbornness of an ox.
Never in a hundred years had he accepted a discipline. When the young child in front of him had appeared obviously he was no exception. But by displaying unimaginable talent and undying determination – Master Yuki had finally given in.
“Get me some tea first, I am rather thirsty”
By saying this simple yet offending sentence a strong fire erupted in the eyes of the now starring child.
“Master, with all due respect, I have been getting you tea, cleaning your underwear and other menial task for over 6 months now! Please its time!”
Grandmaster Yuki couldn’t help frustration from escaping from his once serene and calm face.
“Nonsense!, these tasks all had grave importance! Once you acknowledge that I might consider teaching you my ultimate technique”
The child obviously couldn’t accept the fact, “But master !”
“No buts!, now go get my tea!” Grandmaster Yuki said with determination rivaling a dragon
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“That stingy old man”
“At least he taught me basic techniques in the meantime” Honem couldn’t help getting sad from the remising of that once horrible year.
Honem continued walking with utmost of haste. Before he knew it he had already passed the threshold of the northern gate. As he continued to walk outside the bounds of the village he heard several sounds erupting from behind. At first he didn’t bother, Honem was too caught up in leaving this rural village far behind. But he couldn’t keep himself from turning around once the sound eventually came into the light
“Hey, you! Stop right there!”
As Honem turned around he caught a glint of an older gentleman around thirty to thirty five years of age. The man was wearing exquisite clothing compare to the norm around here – Fine crafted linen in a black color was covering most of his body and he had what appeared to be a hat sitting atop his peculiar face. His hair that was mostly black with hints of brown was hanging unkempt as it dangled in the wind. He wore a handsome face but was it was clouded since he was currently very out of breath.
“Hey, please wait young master! Please!”
Honem was in a state of panic. Was this man connected to the Purple Giant School? Or was he a sales person? Whatever it was something was off. Honem should have no ties in this world and therefore could only be cautious around people seeking him out.
So in response, Honem turned around and ran..
“No!!! Don’t run!”
“Leave me alone!” Honem shouted as he kept on running.
“I am not with the Purple Giant School!” The gentleman shouted as he was approaching his physical limit
“I don’t have any money! Be gone sale person!”
“I am not a sales person! I swe…” The gentleman had finally lost all strength from exhaustion as he fell to the ground
“Victory!” Honem yelled in his mind
As the distance grew farther and farther Honem couldn’t help turning around. The gentleman that was once rigorous with energy had actually collapsed and was lying face down in the grass. The vast and empty plane gave clear view of the spectacle. Emotions of pity grew with astonishing speed inside Honem’s mind.
“I should probably help him, He don’t really seem like a bad person”
Honem started walking in the direction of the now collapsed and pitiful man. Signs of death were the thought that came to mind as Honem view grew closer and closer. The man wasn’t moving, not even the signs of a man breathing could be seen on the now presumed corpse.
But when Honem was finally was standing right beside the man
– He jumped up against him with the speed of a thousand rabbits and the determination of a mighty being. As soon as his hands finally caught Honem’s poor clothes
“I caught you!!!!”
“BOOM”
Honem that was still unprepared released a deadly punch straight to the man’s chest. The man flew backwards at an astonishing speed before once again pluming against the soft grass.
“Hey!! Why did you hit me!!” The man said as he was clenching in pain
“What do you mean!! You attacked me like some crazy man. How would one normally react!”
“Not punching at least..” The man said as tears of anguish streamed down his cheeks
“I am sorry but you frightened me!”
Almost as being struck by lightning the man suddenly flew back on his legs. Wiped his tears away and put on a bright smile…
“This fellow is weird” Was what Honem thought.. But really he wasn’t sure what the norm was..
“All is forgiven if you let me accompany you, Honem!” The man kept smiling
“Owh, wait, how do you know my name?”
“After watching you disgrace the Purple Giant School in such a graceful yet beautiful way, I just had to inquire everything there was to know about you!”
“You saw that?” Honem was felt rather awkward regarding the outcome of the whole encounter..
“Yes, it was brilliant, beautiful and powerful. After watching that I just knew I had to accompany you!”
“Travel with me?, well I guess it’s okay” Even if this encounter was both weird and awkward – there was something Honem feared even greater,
Loneliness.
“Great!, god is actually on my side today!!,My name is Howl please to make your acquaintance!”
“Owh great Master Honem may I inquire where we are headed?” Howl happiness was very apparent as he was almost dancing around..
“Bhazi Empire, So north I guess”
Howl’s appearance took a grave turn toward serious after hearing those words leaving Honem’s mouth.
“That is a very long way, across oceans, over mountains, rivers and planes. With your current strength I don’t think we can make it all the way, Master Honem!” Howl paused a moment before a small smug smile escaped his serious expression
“Although there might be a solution. Master Honem, have you heard of the Wind Emperor School?”