Chapter 1: Training
A/N:
Hi, I am really looking forward to writing this story, I got my ideas from a film that I have just watched, I have great ideas and can't wait to hear your opinions… please enjoy!My story started when I was 14, my parents were separated, I was about a third of the way through my martial arts training, my sensei, sensei wetfor was pleased with me. He should be, all I did day in and day out was train, my mother was now an alcoholic and my father was in debt by 600,000 dollars, that's what gambling does for you. I did no schoolwork and, well, only went to school when the social services came around. I figured that I should be black belt in no time. I was medium build and my muscles were growing every day. Lucky me! Well, not lucky enough…
On an average day just past noon I sat in the cafeteria, bored. The social services had come round two days ago and my father thought that it would be a good Idea if I went to school for a couple of days, just to keep Susie, the social service officer, happy. When I was sat I realised why I didn't go to school, because it was boring, all you did was sit down and listed to some old guy talk about fuck all.
It was 3:30pm and the bell rang for the end of school, finally! I couldn't wait to get home and carry on my training.
About half way home I herd a siren, I guessed that it would be a police siren because of the rough area, or maybe an ambulance, but I was wrong. The sirens were fire engines, I realised when they were all parked outside my house and throwing hundreds of thousands of gallons of water over a burning wreckage, the wreckage was my house!
Both my mother and father were killed, I had no relatives and I was a lone child. They threw me straight into an orphanage.
I spent around a year and a half in the orphanage before I was adopted, another 3 or 4 months in there and I would of made a new record for longest in that orphanage, no one wanted a boy at the age of 15, too much hassle, everyone was taking the children under 4, but the man who adopted me was to become my new friend, my new foe, and my new sensei.
I was flown to France, the alps to be precise, my new sensei was named sensei begreiger or sensei beg for short, he was a hard man and practices from the rising of the sun to the setting of it, and expected me to do the same. He knew that I was a good hard trainer and decided to make a better one, a better fighter.
My first morning he opened my door with a bang, I awoke groaning. "What?"
"Get up kid!" he commanded with a deep voice, it was obviously sensei beg. "We have training to start, I sat up and nodded my head, "you have 2 minutes!" he said whilst throwing a sword on my bed and walking off into the snow. I stared at the sword in amazement and touched the handle. Slowly touching the point of it with my finger I gasped, my finger was bleeding, still staring at the sword I herd sensei beg
"HURRY UP KID!"
I stood up after throwing some clothes on, "My name is not kid, its Zoro!" I muttered and walked out into the snow to join my sensei.
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I hope that you enjoyed it. This is only the beginning, it will get better, and you have my word! I would also like to know if you readers would like short or long chapters! Please review so I know what you think of my new story.
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