Inside a temple, two hooded men one slightly shorter than the other are kneeling in meditation in front of each other eventually interrupted by a crashing gong. The two men hop up and go into combat stances. Walking around each other in a circle for a second they finally unleash.
The short one begins the fight with a front kick higher than his head producing blue energy that traces his front kick making a line of blue energy out of his feet. The taller figure steps one leg back and performs a circular block motion creating a blue energy shield blocking his attack.
the shorter does a spinning black flip projecting blue shards of energy. landing he sends two fast well-formed punches and a three sixty ninja kick sending 3 energy blasts less than a second after the combo he projects energy from his feet launching himself in the air. flying threw the air he creates balls of blue energy he turns them into two spears and finally hitting the floor he stabs his opponent with his energy spears only for it all to be blocked threw energy shielding
"You're using your brain too much it's not about tactics it's about being the energy" The tall man says
"as a prince, I should be much stronger let's go one more round," the young prince says impatiently."
"Hmmm" the man looks at him and thinks as he looks into the prince's eyes.
"meditate for two hours, then we will spar I need to talk to your father," the man says
Walking threw a great palace, he finally reaches the king's study. the man lifts his hand to knock on the door to be interrupted by the king saying
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"come in, Borba." the king calls
Borba opens the door. and asks "How did you know it was me"
"heh, when you get to my level, you can decipher and memorize energy fields as easy as telling the difference between the taste of a steak and a muffin." the king says calmly, humble yet proud.
"How's my son's training going," he asks just to make Smalltalk.
"He's a prodigy. I've never seen someone so... disciplined, at least anyone one his age," Borba says almost baffled at how mature he is.
"well, he's been perfect at everything his whole life so doesn't surprise me," King says causally.
"I think it is less talent and more... just willpower and intellect," Borba speculates.
"so enough small talk why have you come Borba" the king says switching to a slightly forced serious tone."
"...It's about your brother," he says changing the atmosphere in the room.
"what about Insanis?" He asks, paranoid.
"He has been acting up again thinks people are conspiring agest him again he shuts him self in his room and isn't eating he's unstable it feels dangerous to even be in the same room as him" Borba says concerned
"My brother used to be the greatest man i know loving brave intellectual and strong what happened to him this" The king says nostalgically sad
"It's this goddam illness it took my brother away from me" he yells starting to get angry
The young prince sits on a round pillow in deep meditation inside a small room isolated from all humans the prince feels his whole body vibrate as he feels a second body rise out of his first body entering the ethereal plane. Everything around him is overlapped with black and white static like a TV channel with nothing on it.
"Is this the ethereal realm," the young prince asks in amazement
"This is the first time I have ever experienced the ethereal realms. This is amazing I just need to work in my astral sight to see so everything is not all fuzzy,." the prince says exited