-Act 2: Is it TelePORTAtion?-

My teleportation… it worked! Wait… where am I? I looked around myself and looked at the huge mob of people around me. The place I was in looked futuristic. It had flying cars, robots giving ice cream to children, and a whole bunch of stuff that made me dizzy. After walking aimlessly for three minutes I got to a line full of big, muscley people. I asked the man at the end what it was for. He was wearing a light blue karate suit with a white belt, sunglasses and a white bandana that only let some of his black hair spike out. "Hey excuse me mister, what's this line for?"

"This line? It's… for a contest! Yes a contest to win a lot of money!" His voice was pure and innocent, and even though I was dubious that he was telling the truth I chose to take his word. "So… what's with the clothes?" I asked the man trying to make conversation. "Something I learned from my son. It's supposed to… make me look cool! Ahaha!"

Again with that pause… "So what's your name?"

"Mine? Well I don't think I want anyone to know just yet…" This guy is so nice it's almost scary! "So… what's your name?"

"Huh? Oh mine. It's umm… Porta."

"Well nice to meet you Sum Porta! Oh looks like it's my turn!"

"Wait!" Ugh my name is not SUM Porta!

"Next!" called out a man in a black suit, red tie, shades, and blonde hair. Ugh, bad memories of Stigma…

"Huh? Oh you mean me? Okay. What do I have to do?"

"You grab the handle and you punch as hard as you can. Depending on how high your score is we'll see if you are eligible to enter the tournament."

"Umm… okay." Tournament… what a strange way to say "contest". Bam! "There all done!"

"Okay, thank you Sum Porta."

"Yeah, yeah." Hehe. Sum Porta… that's kinda catchy.

"Hey Sum Porta! How was it?"

"Oh it's you Mr. Secret Name… I think I did good."

"I bet you did! I hope you and I get to fight in this tournament!"

"Wait! What! I thought you said it was a contest to win money!"

"Well it is! Whoever wins the Tenka'ichi Budōkai earns lotsa money."

"But I don't have any fighting experience… I only know how to win through a trick I know."

"A trick? What do you mean?"

I teleported behind the man who tricked me into entering a Ten-ca-itchy Budohkay or whatever and tap his shoulder. "This is what I mean."

"What? You… That's… you can use Instant Transmission!"

"Wait… I'm not a radio or anything! I can teleport if that's what you mean."

"Yes that's what I mean Son Porta. That means… hey cup your hands together. Then put it next to your waist and imagine putting all your energy inside both of your hands."

"I don't know what this has to do with teleportation… but I ain't got nothing' at lose." I cup my hands together and follow Mr. Mystery's instructions.

"I'm going to say the word "Kamehameha" and your going to say it with me. Then when you say "Ha" I want you to extend your arms as if you were pushing someone, but kept your hands together yet open them up."

"Okay…" I really don't know where this is headed…

"KAAAAAA-ME!"

"KAAAAAA-ME!" My hands feel warm… I wonder why.

"HAAAAAA-ME!"

"HAAAAAA-ME!" What's that sound… it sounds like something's charging.

"HA!"

"HA!" At that second a blue beam traveled from my hands stopped when it hit a tree Mr. Mystery's hand. "Mr. Mystery… what was that…"

"I knew it! Most Earthlings can't manipulate Chi, the energy that flows through our body giving us life, without some type of training. Except, you can!"

"Oh! I understand! This Chi thing is similar to that Chakra thing in yoga. Except this is physical energy, not spiritual!"

"That's one way of putting it."

"But how did you know that I could manipulate chi? How do you know about 'Instant Transmission' for that matter?"

"Oh… well… Hey the announcer is calling all the participants in. See you there!"

What a strange guy… but I guess that in a way he's become my teacher… Mr. Secret-sensei. Well, it's not as catchy as Son Porta. I wonder if he was serious about wanting to fight me? He looks like if he's sculptured out of marble then plated with diamonds… so much for winning this "contest".

"Are you ready to find out who gets to be in our next Tenka'ichi Budōkai!" The same man that was in charge of the machine-handle-punch thing was standing in front of a group of brawny men that really made me think, "Do I even have a chance?". I mean I'm puny and powerless against Mr. Mystery and however else is in this crowd. Believe! Your power isn't the measure of your power! Hearing those words in my head… they were like the victorious vaccine for the vicious virus of doubt. "The eight people that achieved the highest scores on the punching machine will move on to fight in the tournament! Okay! The eight participants for this year's Tenka'ichi Budōkai are…" At this point, all I was really doing was trying to get pumped for the tournament(should I be chosen) and I really didn't listen to the names. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't even known if the announcer was finished saying the names if it weren't for Mr. Mystery. "Hey Sum Porta! Guess we're going to meet each other in the tournament! That is either of us advance. Ahahahaha!" The way he said that it was so nonchalant as if he knew something I didn't or as if he was just so modest that he said it as a reflex. This man… I'm going to fight him and make sure to rip off his shades and bandana.

-End of Act 2-