Nomad - Luke's Journey of Life
Chapter 1: Nerima 1
Luke Nomades grunted as his father's fists struck against his guard. He cursed as he was forced back, then shifted his foot back for more leverage.
"Good, son, your strength is growing still. Keep your mind clear."
With a wince, Luke finally deployed his ki field, fists striking against it now. This gave him the freedom to strike with an open palm, blasting his father back.
"Good job, Luke. I never taught you that one," his father complimented. "You've passed the basic Path tests."
"So that means - huff - I get to learn on my own?" He dropped the ki field.
"Yes. It's time you inherited the birthright of the Nomades clan."
"The Spirit Cannon?"
"No. That you must learn on your own. I mean the gear every Nomades carries with him. The Spirit Cannon hasn't been used since ages ago."
"Then why did you tell me about it?"
"Because I know you can learn it. The man to start teaching it lives in this very city. He isn't a part of the Path, but he knows Ki techniques."
"How come you can't teach it to me?"
"Because Ki can only be used in certain generations..."
"What aren't you telling me, Dad?"
"I can't tell you. That's one of the things you must discover for yourself." Luke's father gave him a stern look, then softened. "Your next destination is the Tendo Dojo."
"And after that?"
"Anything. Let your heart and the Path guide you. The gear I'm going to give you means you can survive anything on this Earth, short of the Poles." With that, he stepped into their house.
"The first thing every Nomades has is the Nomades Staff. What I haven't told you about it is that it doubles as a fishing pole and a bow." The staff extended six feet and. unlike the training version, had a reel and string attached, along with steel tips.
"The second, the shield. Strike a knife against the inside and you'll get sparks. The spikes will keep it level. It's like a moving firepit." The shield was completely black, with a Greek 'N.' Three spikes extended out from the front.
"The cloak. It's heavy, and the hem can be untied to make it longer. Drape it over the Staff, it's a tent. Tie it between trees, it's a hammock." The cloak was grey and hooded, with a heavy hem.
"And the knife. Everything can be done with this knife. Put Ki in it and it'll stop bullets." The knife was double-edged and black. The handle fit easily in one hand, and the blade extended an even foot. Except for the clear crystal core set into the blade, it was completely black.
"This is all you need to live a Nomades life. And now, it's time. Farewell, my son."
"I guess you'll go back to travelin', huh? Farewell, to you too, Father."
With one last test now over and the legacy of the Nomades family having been passed on, Luke Nomades sets out for the Tendo dojo, his first stop on a journey that will last his whole life. How will he affect others' lives, and will he find happiness? These are the questions that can only be answered in a story.
The story of Luke's Journey of Life.