Unknown Fate…

We left off with Mazin and Kevin heading to a secluded sparring location…

"My uncle owns this place, it's his private island," Kevin said with glee, "he'll let us use his arena."

"Wow, that's so cool!" Mazin said with a bright smile on his face.

The two boys blasted off toward the island at extreme speeds.

"Greetings Kevin," a man around Leviathan's age said, "and his friend."

He bowed to them.

"Hey Uncle Friar!" Kevin bowed back to him, and Mazin did the same to be polite.

"I'm Mazin, it's great to meet you sir!" he was still bowing.

"No need for proper introductions, li'l buddy," Uncle Friar said.

"Oh? Okay!"

Kevin piped up, "Can we use your arena?"

"Of course you can, but I have something for you both first..."

He lead them into a room where he opened a cabinet.

"I've been waiting for you to get a sparring partner, Kev."

(A/N: Such foreshadow)

He called Kevin "Kev" because he was a friendly guy and he liked the name "Kev."

He took two gis out of the cabinet and gave one to each of them.

"Wow Uncle! This is awesome!" Kevin's eyes were glowing with excitement, so were Mazin's.

"Now you will both stop calling me Uncle," he said, confusing them, "You will now call me 'Sensei', for I am now training you both."

Kevin and Mazin were up to the task, so they quickly changed into the gis.

Sensei waved for them to enter a room.

"I have two choices for you boys," He continued, "Use my arena, or use my dojo?"

As he said his dojo, he opened the door and it was a massive room with every essential to get the best training, leaving the two boys in awe.

"There are 1 million levels, you will not finish within 1 year," Sensei stated, "This will take you both at least 5 years to even reach level 750,000."

The two boys were like a fusion, "We'll use your dojo!"

(A/N: They said it at the same time, that's what 'like a fusion' means)

"Good choice, now you'll start tomorrow!" He also said, "But you won't go home for the night, you will stay here and sleep in this room."

He opened a door and there was a room with 2 extremely comfortable beds and enough space to have a few cabinets or something.

They both freaked out.

"You start at 22:00 and end at 03:00," He said proudly.

The two children ran into the bedroom and fell right asleep…

The Next Morning…

Kevin woke up before Mazin and walked out into the kitchen, since he planned on making breakfast for them, but he walked in on Sensei flipping a pancake.

"Good morning Kevin, where's Mazin?"

"Asleep." Kevin was half asleep himself.

"Breakfast is almost ready, get Mazin up."

"Okay," Kevin walked into the bedroom and shook Mazin, telling him to get up.

Mazin was dreaming about fighting the Tuffle General.

"C'mon bud, wake up."

Mazin dreamed that the Tuffle General punched him in the gut and blasted him to death, telling him that he was a weakling, just like his father.

Mazin woke up shouting, "NOOO!" He was breathing heavily.

Sensei bursted into the room, "Who was it, where are they!?"

"I dreamed that I was killed by the Tuffle who killed my father..." Mazin looked a bit down.

Kevin and Sensei hugged him.

"Breakfast is ready," Sensei told him, "I made pancakes, waffles, hash browns, eggs, bacon, and french toast, whichever you prefer."

"Pancakes!" Mazin lit up almost instantly.

"I've always been a waffle guy," Kevin said as they entered the kitchen and ate breakfast.

Much wait, such hate…

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-Kevin and Mazin