"Zhen Wang Lei come back here you shit!"
A middle aged, rotund man screams at the top of his lungs with a bat in the air chasing after a young boy with pink hair. The boy turns around and stick his tongue out as he speeds away, a piece of bread hanging from his mouth as he does. Jumping from roof top to roof top he chuckles to himself as he makes a clean get away!
"Those suckers, easy food everytime." his stomach growls and he makes a sour face.
"Oh well, let's find somewhere good to have this!"
Sitting on top of an old run down house, with straw for a roof, he swings his legs and taking a bite from the plain, stale bread. Now that you look at him, he has a tattered white shirt with mud all over, it swishes in the gentle breeze of spring. Hills of green stretching for miles, his blue eyes reflecting the elegantly free sky. Abruptly this peacefulness is declined.
"NOT YOU AGAIN ZHEN WANG LEI!" a woman screeches from the doorway of the house.
"Yeah yeah old lady." The boy says jumping down walking away from the house into the ever darkening path...
The lady sighs and looks back at a man "Since his parents died he's had no where to stay. I feel bad for shouting at him."
"I know but he has to learn not everything is his for the taking." the man says back in a soft but commanding voice.
Zhen Wang Lei pouts as he walks down a path with tree foiliage above his head, blocking the now moon rays, kicking a little stone into a nearby bush. BAM! Zhen Wang Lei bumps into someone and is sent backwards tumbling onto his butt.
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"HEY! MISTER LOOK WHERE YOURE GOING!" he says rubbing his butt as he gets up. The middle aged man looks down at the boy, his eyes widening.
"Hm, kid. Who are your parents?" says the bearded man in a deep voice.
"Parents? Who needs them, I got none and I am amazing already." The boy looks away in a proud manner but slowly he tears up.
"Kid, do you wanna be a martial artist?"
"Like a cultivator? Those guys who act high and mighty and think they're all that just because they can fly on swords." The kid retorts.
"Something like that, but much cooler. You can get anything you want, fame, money, food, women.." The man smirks and looks into the sky with a scary grin on his face.
"Old man, you're kind of scary." Says the kid, mocking him.
"Ahem! Anyway, strength, fame, power. All of it can be yours!" Says the man in a proud voice.
"Hmmm. I guess that sounds interesting." The boy replies
"Of course. Of course!" The man gets on one knee and puts two fingers to Zhen Wang Leis head. A small bit of qi goes from one hand to the other. Zhen Wang Lei feels an information overload in his head, greatly detailed instructions on a breathing technique to cultivate qi! The man gets up and starts to walk away.
"W-Wait! Old man! What's your name!"
The man turns his head and looks at the young be with a smirk before turning away. "Meet me at the martial peak!" he says pointing up at the moon, his cape like coat swaying in the wind.