TRANSCRIBED BY THE ONE BEYOND

This story begins on April 4th, 1744. A purely mortal being was born, average in every way, even his parents. His father was an artisan and his mother was a stay-at-home wife, as all were at that time. However, that young life would train to become far more than average, he would become stronger, but at that moment he was as weak as any other baby, and later he was as weak as any other kid. 

“Give it back!” A young boy, just barely ten years old and just 142 centimeters or in the imperial system 4’ 8”. He had brown hair and wore a simple dirtied white shirt and brown pants. The item he was asking for back was a simple rope he was rope skipping with. “Why should I, pup?” the much older boy who took his rope growled rhetorically, “I’ll tell your father!” the younger boy shot back. The obviously rich boy, with his clothes being far better than the standard, wavered for a second at the threat, tossed the rope back to the younger boy and walked away slowly, trying to seem calm. “That was incredible!” Another boy who had been watching said, “You could have helped me out” The first boy said jokingly, after all they had been friends since he was born since their moms were friends. “I was going to, but it looked like you could do it by yourself, Sir David!” The other boy said, the first boy chuckled. 

2 Days Later

David felt his bones ache as he was thrown against the wall of a house made of wood and daub. “Go away!” David tried to yell but his throat wouldn’t work, all that came out was “G-ah-aw-a-a-y” “What’s that, weakling?” one of the boys who had gotten together to beat David up asked rhetorically. 

The boy who David had threatened walked over to David, who couldn’t move, and grabbed David by his hair and lifted his face off the ground. “You’re so weak I could have gotten you by myself.” With the hand the older boy had on David’s hair he slammed David’s face into the floor. “If you tell my dad about this, he’ll have you executed for lying, after all I’ve been at my piano class this whole time.” The boy who had just broken David’s nose said, smirking as he walked away.

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 David walked into his house with a broken nose and a couple of fractures, he went to a local river to wash his cuts off. The cuts and broken bones stung but David managed to move. He went to his room and laid on his straw filled bed. David immediately decided to stop feeling bad for himself, he got off of his bed and left his house to the river, which was ice cold nearing winter. He washed off his blood ignoring the pain and ice coldness. It was at the moment David decided that he would become strong enough that bullies wouldn’t dare bully him or his friends, he ran home and cut open his loose sheeted bed with a sharp rock he had found and grabbed some straw out of it and tied it to itself like a crude tatami mat, except made of straw. He ran outside and grabbed the longest stick that he could carry easily and set up the straw tatami mat in a hole that a fox most likely dug and filled the hole with dirt to hold up the straw. He repetitively hit it with the stick, testing each angle to see what was most effective. 

David hit the straw mat until there wasn’t a single ray of sunlight touching the ground, suddenly an eruption of anger came from the young boy, he swung his stick at a tree in a nearby forest. Suddenly, despite David being at least 30 meters away from the tree, a whoosh of air came from the stick. The tree fell like an axe had cut it in half. The stick splintered into a million pieces. “Woah!” David exclaimed, wondering what had happened, and more importantly how it happened. 

David woke up. He wasn’t sure if the tree cutting was a dream or not, but he had a pounding headache. David leaped out of his slightly deflated bed and went outside to the tree, which was gone. ‘I probably imagined it’ David thought, though he could’ve sworn the tree was there before. David found a new stick and started practicing again, he even tried to cut another tree, but it didn’t work. It never worked, until one year later.