TIME SKIP, YEAR X105
"ISSEI! GET AWAY FROM THERE!"
Ddraig was frantic as he snatched the little five year old boy away from a cliff he was wondering towards. This child sometimes drives the red dragon crazy. The boy always wonders off when he isn't looking.
Draig looked down at the spiky brown haired boy with strict eyes. The little boy looked afraid as he knew he was going to get scolded for wondering off again.
Ddraig glared at the cowering Issei. "Issei. That was very dangerous. You can't just wonder off a cliff. You could die."
"I'm sorry dad," Issei said softly while bowing his head in shame.
Ddraig sighed as he saw his son bowing. "How many times do I have to tell you to not bow your head. You are the son of the red dragon emperor for Christ's sake! Lift your head and take pride in it!"
Issei immediately lifted his head and shouted "Yes sir!"
The colossal western dragon pierced him with a serious gaze. "Be prepared Issei. So far, I have been teaching you the basics of reading and writing. But as of tommorow, we shall start your training. And it won't be easy. But I believe that you will succeed in obtaining powers maybe even close to my own."
Issei had stars in his eyes as he imagined having the power close to his father's. He had always wanted to be like his father. He had seen the red dragon obliterate entire mountains into ashes without even breaking a sweat.
Ever since Ddraig had found him in the woods, Ddraig had started to feel something for the child. He decided on the name Issei Hyoudou on a whim. For five years, Ddraig had been taking care of him as if he were his own son.
"I won't let you down Ddraig!" the little Issei declared with determination.
Ddraig smiled down at his son. "I know you won't."
All of a sudden, they heard flapping from a distance. A figure from the sky crash landed near the duo. A giant western dragon stood before them. The dragon had dark red scales, but not as red as Ddraig's, and releases an overwhelming aura of heat from his body.
"Igneel," Ddraig muttered.
The dragon that stood before them was none other than the fire dragon king Igneel. Ddraig remembered the time when Igneel was only a hatchling. In no time at all, he had grown into a dragon whose powers were worthy of being a Dragon King. If only he wasn't arrogant and overly cocky about his power.
Then again, Ddraig shouldn't talk.
"There is meeting between the Dragon Kings today to discuss an important matter," Igneel said.
"And what does this meeting have anything to do with me?" Ddraig asked.
"The discussion is about the strain between human and dragon kind. There might just be a civil war between the dragons soon," Igneel explained.
Ddraig puts on a shocked look on his face as he stares at Igneel "Eeeeh? And you didn't set it off yet? That a surprise."
"Oi! WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?" Igneel yelled with a angry comedic look on his face.
Ddraig laughed. He loved how he could get under the dragon king's skin without much effort. And there's nothing he could do about it.
Igneel realised Ddraigs aim and composed himself, refusing to give the older dragon further satisfaction. "We're meeting today, so we need to hurry. And leave the brat behind."
Ddraig never liked how he kept calling his son a brat. "You know Igneel, you might find a child of your own someday and you'll care and love unconditionally for that child. When that time comes, you'll think back to this day and know just how I feel about how you keep calling my son a brat."
"Yeah. That'll never happen," said Igneel.
Ddraig turned towards his son to tell him that he will be going, but Issei had disappeared again.
"Issei?" Ddraig called. "ISSEI!"
They suddenly heard a laughter of a child coming from where Igneel was standing. Igneel looked confused as he looked around to find the source of the laughter. When he turned around, Ddraig saw Issei clinging to the Dragon King's back giggling with glee.
"Pffft HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Ddraig did his best, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing.
Igneel finally noticed Issei on his back. "Oi! Get off me you little twerp!"
As Issei got off his back and ran behind Ddraig, Igneel huffed with annoyance.
Ddraig composed himself and told Issei that he had to go. "But don't worry I shall be back tomorrow to start your training. So remember, be prepared."
"Yes dad," said Issei. The brown haired boy disappeared into a cave to get some shut eye.
Igneel huffed in annoyance as they both leaped from the ground and took off into the sky and off into the diatance.
TIME SKIP, YEAR X106
"I can't do it Ddraig!"
"Yes you can Issei!"
In the middle of forest near the mountains, a little 6 year old boy with teary eyes yelled at the giant red dragon in front of him. They were working on trying to get Issei to perform a roar. But every time Issei tried, all that came out was red smoke.
"I can't do it. Every time I try, I fail. Face it, I'm pathetic," Issei says, criticizing himself. He sits down cross legged while dropping his head. He had been working on his roar for 3 days and haven't been improving.
Ddraig sighed as he saw his son in his gloomy state. He wished there were some way to help give him a boost. Then, an idea popped in his head.
Ddraig lowered his head down to Issei's level. "Before we call it a day, why don't we give it one more shot? I might have an idea on how to help you."
Issei's eyes lit up with hope as he looked at the red dragon. "Really?"
Ddraig nodded. He clamped a giant boulder between his jaws and put it in front of Issei. Ddraig then explained, "Issei, a roar is a representation. It represents how we feel during two different moments. We roar when we grieve, and we roar when we achieve a great victory. A roar has a lot of meaning. It's what we feel. You need to feel it Issei."
Issei gazed at the giant boulder on front of him. For a normal human, even a grown man, destroying it would be impossible. But Issei has the power to do it. He just has to feel it.
"Think about what you could be, feel the power inside just waiting to burst out," Ddraig encouraged.
Issei imagined the amount of power he could have. What he could do. What he will do.
Issei took a deep breath that expanded his face and stomach.
"That's it Issei! Remember what I taught you! Feel the powers of the Red Dragon Emperor. And ROAR!"
"WELSH DRAGON'S ROAAAAAAAR!"
After be declared his attack, a giant mass of red dragonic magic energy blasted from Issei's mouth. The blast connected with the boulder resulting an explosion that blasted Issei off his feet. Issei shot up from the ground to look at the result of his roar.
The boulder was nothing but ashes now.
"I DID IT! Ddraig! Did you see that?! Did you see what I di—"
Issei then fell flat on his face blacking out.
Ddraig sighed and sweat dropped as he looked at his unconscious son. "We're going to need to work on preserving you magic power."
TIME SKIP, YEAR X110
"WELSH DRAGON'S SOLID IMPACT!"
Issei charged at Ddraig with a red aura coated fist at an alarming rate. Ddraig dodged the punched and his his tail to sweep Issei off his feet. Issei jumped high in the air to avoid his attack. While in mid air, he sucked in a lot of air.
"WELSH DRAGON'S ROAR!"
Issei's roar collided with Ddraig as he used his wings as a shield. Ddraig then did a roar of his own at Issei. As the roar engulfed him, Issei opened his mouth and started to consume the red blast.
"Ahhhh! Thanks for the meal old man," Issei said as he patted his stomach.
A tick mark grew on the red dragon's head. Issei knew Ddraig hated it when he called him old man. He knew Ddraig was still in his prime.
"So Ddraig," Issei said. "When are you going to start teaching me secret art moves."
Ddraig glared at Issei suspiciously. "Who told you about the secret arts?"
Issei scratched his cheek as he looked away guiltily. "Ummm...Aunt Tiamat."
Ddraig sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have let her baby sit him that one time," he muttered. "Sit down Issei. There's something you need to know about the secret arts."
Issei sat down cross legged and looked up at the giant red dragon with curious eyes.
Ddraig then started to explain, "You see Issei, for a normal dragonsalyer, a secret art is a trump card where the consequence of it is only a majority of the users magic power. But you're different. You're a heavenly dragonslayer. You power exceeds that of any other normal dragonslayer. But with that power comes an even more dangerous consequence."
"Ehhh? That's dumb. What kind of consequence?" Issei said.
Ddraig sweat dropped at Issei's retort as he explained, "Well for example, I could teach you a secret art that could destroy an entire continent."
Issei's eyes lit up with stars. "Really?!"
"But the consequence is that it'll decrease your life span at an alarming rate. If you use it one too many times, you'll end up killing yourself," Ddraig added.
Issei froze comedically as his entire body went white from the shock of the added detail. "Ummm... Isn't there a secret art you could teach me that won't end up killing me or slowly killing me?"
Ddraig pondered for a moment. "Well there is one secret art, but—"
"Awesome! Can you teach me? Please!?" Issei looked at his father with the best puppy eyes he could muster.
Ddraig sighed as he looked at his begging son. He didn't have the heart to say no. "Alright."
"YAHOOOOOOOO!" Issei jumped high as he cheered toward the sky.
TIME SKIP, TWO WEEKS LATER
In the middle of a grass field, the spikey brown haired 10 year old boy, Issei, was sitting cross legged with his eyes closed as if he was meditating. He then opened his eyes and shot tobhks feet. He spread his legs and crossed his arms in front of him in an X. He released an overwhelmingly massive red aura that spreaded and rolled off him like waves.
"DRAGON SLAYER SECRET ART: RED DRAGON EMPERORS..."
Issei then brought his arms to his sides.
"CRIMSON PURGATORY!"
Issei then released all the magic power building up resulting in an massive explosion that would have easily disintegrated a small island.
The result of the explosion was a massive crater with Issei standing in the center. Ddraig, who was watching, watched Issei carefully after the explosion happened.
Issei then put on a massive grin. "Ddraig! I did it! I really...did...it.." Issei then collapsed on the ground in exhaustion.
Ddraiv chuckled as he saw his son. "I told you the consequence of this secret art Issei. Doing this move will use up all your magic power and render you immobile for 24 hours. And you probably won't be back at full power for the next few days."
"..."
No response came from the boy. Ddraig sighed as he carefully picked his son up whith his claw and flew to their cave. "Sweet seems boy. You deserve it."
TIME SKIP, YEAR X115
Issei sat on top of a tall mountain near by his cave looking at the horizon. Issei had grown into a fit young man with a muscular toned body. His spikey browm hair had grown longer, but no too long to get in the way, and his light brown eyes had carried a lot more maturity within them.
Issei had no shirt. But he had a pair of light brown leggings he stolennfrom a nearby village. Issei never liked shirts. He thinks they limit hi movements when he fights.
Just then, he heard the sound of wings flapping behind him with his keen hearing. He turned around to see his father Ddraig behind him.
"Issei. It's time," he said emotionlessly.
Issei offered a half smile. "Alright."
He stood up on the mountain, still staring at the horizon. The time has come. He had been training for this purpose his whole life. It a begins now.
The Heavenly Dragon festival.
