AN- I own Aezon and all corresponding attacks and techniques. If you would like to use them, please e-mail me for permission. This is 400 years after the prologue, so don't get confused. Ki is like a person's spirit energy, but I imagine you already know this. Otherwise, please R&R!!
Chapter 1…Aezon
Aezon woke with a start. It was not the first time he had dreamt of ghostlike beings killing ningens. In fact, the dreams happened so regularly that he was used to the fact of people dying in his dreams.
Time, he thought. What time is it? 5:30. Ugh. Why must I wake so early on a Saturday morning?
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"Morning, mother," said Aezon, coming downstairs for breakfast. "Father still out training?"
"Yes, and no, you may not go with him tomorrow." Aezon had asked everyday for the past month to go and train with his father Although Mother always said it was too dangerous to go and train with his father, Aezon knew better. He had been to advanced training facilities before, including a high-level simulator and the newest gravity room.
"Mother, I'm almost ready to graduate. I'm sixteen, and a well-developed fighter. Even father says I was stronger than he was at my age."
Fed up with his persistency, she compromised, "ok, let's make a deal. If you can win the warriors tournament, you can train however, whenever, and with whomever you want."
"Yes, I knew it! I'll win for sure!" he cried.
"But," she butted in, "if you lose, I will choose what you do for the next six months."
"What?!" Aezon shouted. "Six months? But that's half a years worth of training!"
"Well, I'm glad you can do math. Do we have an accord?"
Crap, he thought. The warrior's tournament is an adult age group. All the best fighters will be there. But I'm probably the best fighter to graduate. I can't lose…and I won't.
"Agreed," he replied.
"Good. And one more thing."
"What now?"
"You're late for school."
"What?!" he shouted, quickly running out the door.
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Aezon could not be late for school. Training there would be critical if he wanted to win the warrior's tournament. And did he ever know that he was late. His best friend Rocky was waiting quite impatiently until he saw Aezon running towards the school.
"What happened? We're missing our Combat 10 class, you know," Rocky shouted angrily.
"I know," replied Aezon, "but I'm entering the warrior's tournament."
"What?!" said Rocky, shocked by his friend's response. "But why would you enter?"
"If I win, mother will let me train whenever and wherever."
"Really?" Rocky knew the Aezon's mother forbid him to train outside of school. "But what are the chances of you actually winning? All the best fighters will be there."
"I know," He replied. "That's what makes me so nervous."
Aezon attended a fighter's school that specialized in combat training, starting at age six through age sixteen. Students who attended would learn fighting techniques, ki control, and combat theory. School was in session six day a week and no breaks except for a two month period in the summer.
Out of all their classes, both Aezon and Rocky liked free fights the best. It was always the last class, with personal training right beforehand. For them, it was the time where they would test their skills against each other.
"Class, by now each of you should have learned a unique ki attack. Today we will practice them while fighting against each other in close range. Find your friend (or enemy) and begin."
"Are you ready?" asked Rocky, grinning as he started to stretch.
"Ready?" answered Aezon, also grinning. "I was born ready."
"Then lets skip the warm up," Rocky said, as his blue ki surrounded his body.
"You were always one to showoff," Aezon jokingly complained, powering up to have his own gold ki surround himself.
"I think I'll go first," said Rocky.
"Fine by me."
"This I call 'Fists of Bombardon.'" With arms outstretched, he closed his fists. Rocky's ki concentrated on his fists, creating a high hum.
"Now let's see how you handle Fists of Bombardon!" Rocky raced towards Aezon, but just as he was about to unleash his furious assault, Aezon dodged by quickly jumping up towards the ceiling.
"My turn!" shouted Aezon. Throwing his arm back, palm upturned, ki focused into a ball.
"Gravitron Bomb!"
"Fool! My Fists of Bombardon will easily parry your attack!"
"Wait! Nooooo!" Too late, as Rocky parried the attack, it went flying towards the wall. As it impacted, the explosion caused the whole school to shake and rattle on its foundations.
"You idiot!" shouted Aezon. "My attack could tear apart this school!"
"Fists of Bombardon!"
"What?!"
As Aezon managed to block the devastating gut punch, another massive explosion shook the school.
"Good going, Rocky," coughed Aezon through the dust.
"I just couldn't resist," answered Rocky, "because I knew you held back."
"Funny," he answered, grinning. "I could have sworn you did the same."
"I say we split before the dust settles."
"Agreed."
