6 months later. it was spring break I talked my parents into letting me go on a trip and I had saved up enough money to put a part of my plan into action, I was going to thailand the motherland of muithai. In the last six months I did nothing but push my body to its limits every day I got faster every day I grew stronger my old record of 5 miles in 3 mins was a joke I could do 10 in almost 3 minutes. It's funny how getting your ass whooped can give you a new sense of motivation. I also took up a part-time job just to pay for my trip, I would go to thailand hide my true strength and learn as much as I could. After a brutal twenty hour flight I've finally landed in Bangkok the heat here was ridiculous. I could barely breathe it was so hot and there were so many people everywhere but I continued on. calling for a taxi to shuttle me to my apartment that was close to one of the highest rated mt gyms that I had pre researched online. Yea yea, I did my research I needed to do as much training in the 2 months I had as possible. Entering my shabby room at a hotel throwing all of my clothes and gear in a corner I was starting to get excited almost uncontrollably so. I changed into gym clothes ,grabbed my gear and ran back out. I would spend very little time in that room my plan was mt during the day and super secret special training at night to try to further push my powers to their limits to see what I could really do on the mountain Mokoju.
Day one, even though I am much stronger and faster than normal people I got my ass beat because I tried to learn using zero of my special strength or speed I wanted to learn and not show off or hurt anyone on accident. They had me doing pad work all day and in random intervals I would eat a low kick or a pad slap to the head, even with my almost super speed I took quite a few strikes. Nothing hurt but if it was the man in Grey's strikes, ide be dead for sure. I would learn to dodge. Later after the sun went down I left the gym ran to the nearest street vender and stuffed my face, I wonder how there are even more people out after dark this is nuts. Back in my apartment I showered then changed into a skin tight black camo and back out the door . Running at a ridiculous speed across the rooftops in the blink of an eye I was at the edge of the city and already in a jungle speeding around trees and climbing the mountain. Faster and faster I pushed myself I wasn't anywhere near exhausted since I used no strength during training but tonight I would push my speed and strength to see what I could really do.
Day in day out I got better, my skills at mt grew at a rapid pace I was sparring within the second week and by the third week I was technically out fighting everyone. At night my strength and speed grew steadily I was crushing boulders, swim up waterfalls and wrestling jaguars. I could easily make the 5 day excursion up mount Mokoju in 30 minutes or less I was a storm of speed and power. If I ever see the man in grey again he will be in for a world of hurt. Around the 4th week of training my trainer entered me in an underground fighting tournament even though I was really against it. I guess it would be the perfect learning experience and maybe make some quick cash, I guess I would have to skip my special training tonight. After a good meal I met my trainer outside the front of the gym we walked down a few aly ways twisting and turning in the slums. This continued for what seemed like forever but finally we came to a door with the inscription "dragons den" above it and stairs leading down. Descending the stairs you could hear the roar of the crowd grow it grew and grew until it was defining. My trainer whispers into a man's ear then looks at me and in broken English he says " you ready?" I nod and say "ready as I'll ever be." He proceeded to wrap my hands then puts the gloves on. " Watch out for spinning elbows and try to check every kick, if you clinch try to break it and reset". Is the last thing he said to me before I was pushed through a rusty gate into a huge arena floor, lights beating down illuminating the arena people everywhere making bets and yelling then a loud click locking the gate behind me and i enter the ring. Across from me was my opponent he was an average height Thai but he was built like a truck all his muscles looked like they were forged of iron by a black smith. That's ok being shredded didn't mean much. As we walked towards each other the crowd went silent everyone held their breath, the bell rang and a surprisingly slow kick came my way I checked it effortlessly and the crowd erupted. Adrenaline now coursing through me I started keeping a pace moving slightly faster than him while trading kicks and punches dodging and weaving. After a few exchanges I could tell my opponent knew who was stronger he tried to clinch me but I drove my knee into his body, pushed him away and followed up with a low hard switch kick right hook and he went down like a sack of vary heavy potatoes, the crowd went wiled.my trainer appeared on on my left with the biggest smile he put his arm around me and escorted me back out. Welp that was fun, I thought to myself. My trainer shook hands with the same man at the entrance received an envelope. He took some money out probably for expenses then the rest went to me it wasn't much but more than nothing. Days and nights stayed the same except every 3rd night I went to the arena and easily beat my opponents, things were looking good and my summer of training was almost at an end. My last night heading to the arena I had a bad feeling like I had too much luck and something bad had to happen. This time down the long dingy stairs to the arena the normal sound of the crowd didn't Echo, it was eerie. Entering through the gate Into the… into the empty arena starring dead at me was the same man who beat the hell out of me from the bus crash but this time his face was uncovered… he, he had my face. How. He stood tall in the arena shaved head, an old scar above his left eye brow cutting across it. He wore only bright red Thai shorts and his hands were wrapped in rope, his muscles looked like they were forged out of steel cables. The silence from the absent crowd was deafening but I cleared my head took a deep breath and took my stance. "Good" he said softly as he started to flow like a wave crashing into me with heavy kicks I blocked the salvo of opening kicks, he backed me up to the old brick and mortar wall. He threw a lightning fast right hand that I barely got out of the way off but the wall. the wall was gone! turned to rubble with a single strike, it wasn't that impressive I could do that now I smiled and used my own combo. 2,1 lowkick he taped them aside and we moved in sync. It was like we danced all around the arena faster we went soon we started moving so fast a normal human eye couldn't even perceive our movements. So fast every blow landed cracked like thunder and hurt like lighting. Every time he got faster so did I we were on even ground and he began to smile. I landed a hard elbow and knee to the body to disengage he smiled wider and said in my own voice " good very good".
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