The earth tremble, as a terrible force quake across the vast forest, terrified and confused all living being within the epicenter of the great rumble.
In a flash, a mountain, stood tall and mighty just a moment ago, suddenly crumble into itself, as a deep indent in a shape of a giant fist appears on it side. The indent carve deeper into the mountain, as the invisible fist continued to go through it, until it pierce through to the other side, leaving a giant hole within the mountain.
The invisible fist, continued on it path, then collided with the sky, as if it has been stopped by an invisible barrier, overcasting the entire earth as the heaven above. Though seemingly as a stalemate, the sky soon began to crack, before shatter and caved in by the fist, revealing the endless cosmos behind the sky, as the fist travel far into the void, leaving behind a large gaping hole spread across the sky, and shards of heaven fall toward the earth.
After a while, the sky began to heal, as it quickly close up it crack and filling the hole. The same thing happen with the mountain and the forest, as things began to restore along the trace of carnage left by the blow of a single fist.
Standing as the center of it all, before the line of destruction quickly healing before him, is a young boy wearing a white baggy dougi, with sweat drenched all over, and a slightly soft and high-pitched voice escape his bated breath. Though his small toned body is packed with muscle, and his eyes filled with determination, his androgynous face is filled with a mysterious sense of vulnerability, and his smooth skin and fair complexion only add onto the fact, making him feel surprisingly delicate and cute.
Standing still in place, with his right fist still raised high, he then slowly put his arm down, and lowered it onto the side of his belly, setting into a preparatory stance with his fists still clenched firmly. At the same times, he began to take deep breath, as he calm down his breathing and relax his body, before turning back toward the tall figure behind him.
“Well done, my son.”
With a deep voice, a face as stern as mountain said word of praise toward him, with a hint of smile clearly visible on his lip and eyes full of pride toward his small son.
“!! It’s all thanks to Father’s teaching!”
In excitement, he bow down sharply into a right corner, his head lowered, as he pay respect to his father, though his trembling doesn’t hide away his naivety, being purely happy upon being praise, as he tried his darn hardest to keep his face from breaking into joy, and his eyes sparkles with happiness.
Seeing through his heart, the father move his giant body harden like stone, and moved his muscled right hand filled with scars gently over his head, his giant hand softly patting his son and rustle his soft black hairs.
“Stand tall, my son, and look straight at me. Hear clearly what I said, for I only need to said this once.”
Hearing such, the son then stand straight and look at him deep in the eyes with his clear pupils. The father then placed both his hands onto his shoulder, and began to clearly speak.
“10 years of hard and arduous training...10 straight years of me watching over you, as you never given up, even despite all the harsh and terrifying trials I have set up for you, diligently training without skipping a day. Constantly training your body, mind and soul to the limit and surpassed it each and every day...your fists now crumble the earth and shatter the heaven.”
“You, my eternal pride and joy...You are now strong and mighty.”
Clearing hearing his praise again, he now can’t contain his excitement, his face crumble into a wide smile, and his eyes shine brighter than ever.
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Seeing such however, the father face became stern again, while still talking. The son also followed suit, noticing that he’s being serious.
“You are strong, however...you’re still young. As you haven’t gone outside this countryside your whole life, you still haven’t experience the vastness of the world.”
“The world is big, and filled with many wonder you have never seen before, with goodness and beauty all around...It’s also filled with untold dangers and treacheries, with being who can pierce the sky with just a flick of their finger, and evil of endless malice exist at every corner you will face...However, you’re now ready.”
“As long as you remember each and every single thing I have taught you, and keep diligently training...You can face any trials lay before you, and will come out stronger and mightier than before.”
Hearing such, his face, young and naive, once again bear the eyes of determination, as he try his hardest to keep his face as stern as his father, ready and excited. Satisfy with the look on his eyes, the father once again pat his head gently, and said with a wide smile.
“Come on, let return to our house and take a bath, we now must prepare you for the journey.”
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~~Few Days Later~~
In front of their small house, the son stand look back at his father with a giant backpack behind his back. On his hand is a letter.
“Son, remember what I said about yesterday?”
“Yes Father...in a month, a tournament will be held on Catubodua, the city of fighting. You have registered me as a participant, and I have to deliver the letter to announce my participation.”
“That’s correct...each year, Catubodua will celebrate the god of the same name by hosting a grand tournament, inviting fighters from all over the world to compete against each other and win the Cup of Victory, the most prestigious prize within the city, and is the same as being acknowledge by the city itself...It’s certain that the best fighter from all over the world will come to test their mettle.”
“Woah, how awesome!!”
Though hearing it before, the son’s eyes nevertheless shine like crazy, as the prospect of fighting against so many people. Satisfied with the look on his eyes, the Father continued.
“Even I would have a hard time fighting against the people there back in the day, so I wouldn’t expect you to win the tournament right away...Nevertheless, I expect you to give your very best against anyone that stand in your way within the tournament.”
“Yes, Father!!”
“Good...One last thing, synchronize with me.”
“!!”
Instantly, a fierce white aura appear on Father, dominating everything around them, as if a press appear from heaven to earth, pushing everything down. On the father’s body, a layer of glistening black scale as tough as diamond appear covering his skin, and his muscle undulate unnaturally, as if a great beast is hidden inside wanting to escape.
In respond, the son then began to shine brightly, outshining everything around them also. The feature of his body disappear, revealing a cosmos filled with myriad of stars deep within. In the center of his chest, a small galaxy slowly spin and shine, brighter than any stars within him.
Seeing such, the father then raise his right arm in front of the galaxy, while at the same times the aura began to gather around his hand, forming a mouth of a fierce dragon. Opening his palm, the dragon shoot toward the galaxy itself,forming a long tail and wrap around the galaxy’s core, forming an orbit and blending with the stars inside.
After that, both the shine and pressure gradually disappear from both of them, while at the same times the dragon, nesting inside the galaxy, come out at the top of the son’s head. After it completely disappear, a small white dragon curl it body on his hand, and yawn with a cute cry.
“Father, this is…”
“Living Martial Art: Dragon Style...You know what that mean right?”
Upon the statement, the son then stand up straight, closely listening to the next word with a serious look.
“With the dragon as proof, I now allow you to practice the Dragon Style...and as such, bear it name. From now on… Martia, from now on you’re Martia of the Dragon Style! Do not bring shame to this name, and good luck on your journey!”
“Yes, Father!”
After that, the son...Martia, bow sharply before his father, before turn around, and slowly move toward the sunrise, his giant backpack slowly goes further away, and disappear over the horizon.
Watching all of that, the father turn his back toward the house, slowly reminiscent. As he goes inside, his body tremble.
“It have been 10 years, from when you’re just a little baby to where you’re now...After all these years, you have truly grown!!”
Instantly, a stream of tears appears on his face, as a manly roar vibrate throughout his house, shaking everything inside. After awhile, he stopped, and clear the tear on his face.
“Martia, now that you’re on your journey of self-improvement, now I must clear my last regret...The last thing I could not have given to you.”
Opening a drawer, he then take out a book, in which it record down a hidden martial art he developed over the years. Looking at it’s title with determination on his eyes, he declared toward the void.
“Wait for me, once I complete this...You will finally have a ‘Mom’.“
Once again reading “The Way of The Womanly Arts”, a silent scream of the soul roar with resolution.
And oblivious to that pointless resolution, Martia began his journey toward the city of fighting, feet light with anticipation for adventure.