2 years ago...

"AHHH! It's a monster! Run!" Chaos ensured, when a mysterious being appeared out of nowhere, attacking citizens left and right. "It's Octoclaw man! Run!" One of the civilians, noticing the monster, realized it was a monster that was known as a monster that attacked people every day, in a different city.

Countless heroes have attempted to bring it down, but to no avail, and the monster still roams free, attacking this city as mentioned earlier. And while running away, one of the running bystanders tripped, and came face-to-face with the monster, which made every fiber in his body paralyzed from fear.

The monster raised one of it's tentacles, with three claws on each tentacle, it's signature attack, which brought down many, many heroes, cause many hospitalized people, and caused countless deaths, aimed at the bystander, clawing at his left eye, leaving a scar.

"GYAHHHH! MY EYE! SOMEONE HELP MEEEE!" The bystander fell, flouncing around from pain, yelling, screaming for help, for someone to save him from his inevitable death from this monster, making him another casualty cause by this mysterious being, no...

MONSTER.

As he realized no one was coming to save him, this man, let loose one last scream, signalling the end of his life within this mortal coil... But it didn't occur, no pain, no weightlessness as described by near-death experiences, no- nothing. He was not dead.

"It's okay. I defeated the monster." A voice, sounding so ordinary, had given this person hope. That he wasn't going to die. And that he was fine. "Hey, is your eye okay? The cut is't that deep, try opening it." The voice recommended, in which the person tried, to see whether his eye could still work. And as he opened them, he realized two things.

One, his eye works, there was nothing wrong with it, apart from a bur coming from the moisture of this tears and blood on the wound, on the eye. Secondly, he saw the figure of the man, no- hero, that saved him.

But as this man's eyesight recovered slowly, he asked him, "Who are you?" As even though this person was probably the one that saved him, he still wanted to know, who in the world managed to kill the monster in the first place, whne many others had been injured severely, or killed in an attempt to stop it, yet failed?

And as his eyesight finally returned fully, he saw that the figure was covered with scratches all over his body. "You're hurt!" Said the person, obviously stating the obvious. "Ah, these are just scratches." And he finally saw the face of the man that had saved him.

"Hah, today was a great victory!" His savior said, before saying one other thing, that shocked the person. "Well, now to do my 100 squats the monster interrupted!" Even with all those wounds, the man still had the stomach, no, that was already internally bleeding, the will, to exercise further?

This man, had just risked his life, to save another, and with all those injuries, is still going to further place strain upon his body? Is he a combat masochist? After almost getting killed, and is feeling enough pain to cause another normal person to pass out from shock, he's still going to exercise?

Then, this man had flashbacks in his life. He looked back, to his previous deeds, and saw them all happening. At the age of 4, he was already bullied heavily in school, and so grew timid of other people. At the age of 9, he had stopped being bulled, but at the shame of his bullies being stopped.. by his little sister.

He was so pathetic, he needed his little sister to stop his bullies. And when he reached the age of 13, he didn't do well in studies, but won 100 million yen in a gaming tournament. His parents were not exactly happy, because his results in academics, were actually just your average score of 60/100, but in a gaming tournament, won so easily?

Though they did not say anything about his results, they didn't reject the money it was making, and so kept quiet. His little sister on the other hand, was a different story.

"Sis Akemi, why are you so mad? I've been making more money yearly than even dad does!" He said to his little sister. "Because even with this money, you still can't deal with those bullies? Seriously! You need me to defend you? Doesn't that shame you?"

He still continued to win gaming tournaments from time to time, and at the age of 22, he flunked out of college, and joined a professional gaming league. He sent 20% of the cut he makes to his parents, and 10% to his little sister, to pay for her boarding school fees.

Even now, when he had quit the gaming league and started to make money himself for solo gaming, he sent 30% of his winnings to his little sister, for her to continue to a university. One day, he mailed 30 million yen to his parents, along with a goodbye note, and he was never heard from by them again.

And even with that he makes, he was still susceptible to people harassing him all the time. He was also helpless against monster attacks, as they didn't exactly care much for cash. Or anything else we know of that is even legal, anyway.

This man looked at his savior, and realized, he had been living a pitiful life all along. Defended from bullies by his little sister, stopped being bullied when he got his rough appearance, but deep down, is still the timid and pitifully weak... Akira Yamato. That was his name.

And when he was saved by this man, he wanted to change. To be someone who isn't that easily pushed around. He no longer wanted to be pitifully weak, and live a life of lies. And at this moment, he stood up from his spot. The old pitifully weak Akira has been supressed, this man, is now..

King.

And so, he trained. Like the man who had saved him, he trained. But as he knew better, he knew 100 wasn't going to cut it after sometime. So, in the end, he had this regimen. 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 km run, from Monday to Friday, and leaving his body to rest on a Saturday and Sunday, since he knew, as his father was a doctor, that while exercising, the body requires rest after exercising, as exercising is breaking down the muscles, and building better ones in its place after some time.

So on the weekends, he would rest, but on the weeks later, he would double his regimen. 200 of each exercise, 20 km run, 400 of each the next week, 800 and so on. So despite the rest given in between sessions, the exercise grew exponentially harder. And after he reached the mark of 1,600, he changed it up, back to 100, but with an added weight of 10 kg. The next set, 20 kg. The set after, 40 kg, and so on.

So every month, he doubled his weights, and on the sixth month, he already felt some change. When he checked his body in the mirror, there wasn't any noticeable change. But when he actually fought a monster that one time, a demon-level threat appeared, he had dispatched it easily, by pulling off it's hand, while simultaneously decapitating it with a chop to it's neck.

After, King had changed from just mere strength training, to actual combat training. He studied Krav-Maga, Kickboxing, Muay Thai, and so on from just the internet. And of course, he didn't forget the strength training.

And finally, after on year, the old Akira had truly died. During his training, the old Akira threatened to arise once more, giving him thoughts of, "It's enough, you can at least defend yourself! Go back to playing games, you're getting rusty!"

But he knew, this was a lie. King still was as good as before. He anonymously entered a gaming tournament on a Saturday, and won within 20 minutes each match. And I tell you, a standard Dota 2 match lasts at least 40 minutes to get to level 25, and ending the game uses an hour, at least.

Strength training, so hard he could destroy buildings with a single sloppy punch, added with the discipline and technique from various martial arts, he eliminates Dragon-level threats easily, like the person that saved him before. Okay, that was a demon level threat, and he struggled, but still, yeah.

And now,the old Akira was nowhere else to be found. He was gone. And from the ashes, arises a phoenix. King was strong now, but little did he know, he still had an ardous journey ahead of him.

The Path Of The King had begun. And it is paved with countless bones, of his enemies.

Okay, so this fan-fiction isn't actually mine, someone I know knew about my account, and asked if I could help write out his idea for him.

Actually no, this was my idea. I'm not getting paid. Nope. Nothing happening here. Anyway... enjoy this chapter of The Path Of King, Built upon Blood and Bones!

Seriously though. Not selling out. Totally my idea. Not getting paid...

*Whispering* $2 per story, accepting stories!

Potato, what are you talking about?

Nothing boss! Just.. writing. Good writing.. writy writy write.

Sure... sure. I've got an eye on you.