Heroes Of Legend
Chapter 2
Today we focus up in the moutains. We see a small shack deep inside these mountains known as the Spirit Mountains. Inside this shack, we see a boy and a man, training martial arts. The Man was wearing white training pants, along with a white training top. He had gray fading hair, and slightly mad look on his face.
The boy wore training pants, along with a long sleeved green shirt, rolled up along his arms, underneath a white T-Shirt with a red horizontal oval in the middle of the chest area. He had spikey white hair, with a serious look on his face. He also had his hands bandaged, leaving no skin on his hands showing.
"Good, now kick with all your might!" Spoke the man.
"Yessir!" Exclaimed the boy.
Later, the went outside, and started training with rocks and boulders.
"Punch! Punch with your thumb inside your fist!" Ordered the man.
"Yessir!" Exclaimed the boy.
The boy punched the gigantic boulder, which then shattered to peices. The peices skattered around the boy and the man.
"Good. You are almost ready. Next, I want you to show me your spiritual move." The man spoke.
"Yessir, but, how do I find my spiritual move?" The boy asked.
"You must meditate, the move will come to you. Sit down now and let your mind wander. In 2 hours, meet me at the peak of the mountain. Do not leave this spot until you are certain you have found this move. Understood?" The man asked.
"Yessir understood. But, what happens if I can't learn the move in time sir?" The boy asked.
"Then you will surley die..." The man asked.
The boy just stared as the man walked towards the peak, leaving him behind.
"Better get started..." He said sitting down, and crossing his legs.
He closed his eyes, and let his mind drift. The background had a dark, shadowish texture. Inside his mind, a mental image of the boy was seen sitting down in his meditational state. Other mental images shot passed him. He saw himself training, punching rocks, sitting underneath a waterfall, and wrestling 3 bears at once. Then he saw the man that trained him. Other memories of the man and him training together. Words then popped up, reading "Father".
Suddenly, another mntal image of the boy showed up, smilling in a evil way.
"Whats wrong? Afraid about whats gonna happen?" The mental image spoke.
"Shuddap! I can learn this. I can finish my training!" The boy spoke.
"Come on. This is useless. You know you're gonna die, you should just leave while you have the chance." The mental image spoke.
"I will not! I'm not running, i'm gonna enter that tournament!" The boy spoke.
"And what? Loose the remainder of your hands? You know what happened last time." The mental image spoke.
"SHADDAP! Its not going to happen! I'm better than what I was before!" The boy spoke.
"Bye-bye hands! Ha~ha~ha~! Your hands~ Your hands~! Your hands will be gone! Your body will be smush! And your bones will be broken!" The mental image sang.
"ENOUGH!" The boy screamed.
The mental image vanished, leaving the boy to himself.
"Thats it!" The boy thought to himself.
The boy then got up, noticed the time, and started heading for the peak.
A good ten minutes later, he reached the top seeing the man waiting.
"Are you ready?" The man asked.
"Yessir..." The boy replied.
Alright. Your final task, is to, fight me." The man spoke.
The boy looked up in shock, as the man looked back with a serious look on his face.
"A true martial artist should be ready anytime. We begin now!" The man spoke.
The man then lunged himself towards the boy, kicking and punching at him.
"Whoa, whoa!" The boy cried dodging the man's attacks.
The man threw several punches at the boy, some missing some landing. He also mixed in some kicks, hurting the boy. But the boy retaliated, using some rock shattering punches, and boulder breaking kicks.
The boy and the man went at it. The two soon found themselves locked in front of each other. Both struggling to break the lock, in order to attack the other.
"Now! Use the spirit move now!" The man yelled at the boy.
"Yessir!" The boy yelled out. "Hope this works..."
"BONE BREAKER!" The boy cried out.
He grabbed the man's arm, spun him several times, tossed him in the air, and position himself before the man fell back down. Once the man fell right infront of the boy, before hitting the ground, the boy threw a bone breaking punch into the man, causing him to fly 30 feet in the direction he was punched.
"DAD!" The boy cried out chasing his father.
The boy found his father lying on the ground, painfully groaning.
"Dad...sorry..." The boy cried out.
"That...was...a good one..." The boy's father spoke.
"Are you alright?" The boy asked.
"I'll be fine, I've had worst injuries." He said standing up. "The was an exellent move son, but next time I want you to use more force, I could tell you were holding back." He spoke.
"Yessir." The boy replied.
"I think your ready, I want you to leave tomorrow morning, and find your way to the tournement. You have a month to get there, so make haste son." He spoke.
"Yessir, thank you dad. I promise to win that tournement, and bring pride to our name!" The boy spoke.
"No, not to our name, but to your name son. Your name will be remembered throughout our family, our generations, and through the hall of fame in that tournement." He spoke.
"Yessir. I will do my best!" The boy spoke.
"Come on lets go inside. You need some dinner and rest." He spoke.
"Yessir." The boy spoke as the 2 headed down the mountain towards the shack.
The next morning, the boy set out with his supplies in his backpack. The father waved the boy goodbye, seeing him walk down the mountain.
"Goodbye, and goodluck...Slash..." The father spoke.