Kenichi felt as if his head was about to explode. All of Koetsuji-sensei's psycho-babble about "alternate Earths" was confusing… how could there be multiple Earths in the same place, same time, but different dimensions? The way the disciple looked at things, the universe all had a set order; maybe by some spiritual being, maybe by a God, he didn't know, but what he did think he knew was that there was a set time and place and way for absolutely everything. That was, incidentally, how he comforted himself when he did something wrong (which happened a lot). He would always tell himself, It's just the way the universe is. I was born and raised a particular way by my parents to come to this point and respectively make this decision, as they were by their parents, as they were by theirs, and so on. My choice was perfectly justified in its own way.

Which was why it bummed him so much that a new Earth was created for every decision, which meant that he indeed could have made the right decision those times, and there were lots of other, better versions of him out there on different Earths in different dimensions who did, and whose lives were probably better because of it. Though, the way Kenichi looked at it, multiple dimensions still wasn't possible.

Which was why Master Koetsuji had pulled out a blackboard and written the entire algorithm down.

Which was why Kenichi's head felt like it was about to explode.

Sigh.

He kept his head down as he pulled himself back to his room, still trying to figure out the reasoning behind his master's theory. Kenichi dragged his feet across the floor as he headed into the building that held his room, keeping his head down and tracing the cracks in the wood, which was why he didn't notice a quietly giggling Kensei Ma sitting on the floor in front of the rope up to the barracks, reading a magazine, the route to his room long forgotten. There was a loud crash as Kenichi tripped over his master and face-planted into the floor behind the old man, and an even louder one as Kensei turned around on reflex and flipped Kenichi over him onto the floor on his other side.

The Chinese master blinked, and then registering his actions, helped his disciple up, saying, "Really Kenichi, you have to be careful around here, haven't we taught you anything, boy?"

Kenichi just smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head—more to dull the throbbing pain than out of his habit. "Yeah, well I—!" He cut short and looked up at the frayed rope, down to the sitting Kensei, and sideways to the open magazine lying on the floor. "Hey, wait a second, this was just as much my fault as it was yours, Ma-sensei, you were just sitting there on the floor with a girly mag, you could have easily dodged that and you know it!" Kenichi ranted, slightly glad that all the blame couldn't be placed on him this time.

Kensei smiled slyly, "Well, I—DIMENSION BREAK!"

"What?"

Kensei Ma frantically pointed a finger behind Kenichi. The disciple turned and saw… nothing. "Wh… What is it? I don't see any-" Suddenly, a massive blast of ki energy hit him and Kensei Ma, seemingly out of nowhere. "WHAT?" Was all Kenichi had time to scream, before he was knocked back by the tremendous force. The master and his disciple were sent tumbling backwards. Kenichi's eyesight blurred. The world began to spin. It felt like one of Apachai's most powerful kicks, multiplied hundredfold. And suddenly, everything went black.

Hope you like the very short prologue of my story, guys. Thanks for reading, and please review, because I have no motivation without your critique!