Post by Zen on Feb 7, 2018 21:35:48 GMT -6
Zen pointed his finger to the sky and concentrated. Within a couple of moments a large black sphere formed where Zen had been pointing to. It looked like a giant cannon ball and it was hurtling downwards at a fast speed! It was going to land right on top of a group of shinjin (the usually group that picked on Zen). But just as it impacted it… exploded? The group, and everyone else nearby, was completely covered in black goop. It was… ink? “What the???” Zen’s attendant spoke as he hurried to help those caught in the ink. At this point people were comically slipping and sliding all around. Zen snickered and used this as his chance to escape.
Zen blinked into existence immediately. One second he was on the Kai's home planet, the next he was on Earth. He did feel a bit weak, however. This was by far the longest distance he had ever teleported from. But there was no time to be tired. He had to find a martial arts master! After all, he finally got away from that annoying guardian they assigned him. He escaped the world of the Kais to become a hero. He could see a village off in the distance, so the boy wandered forward.
He set about asking everyone he could if anyone knew of any martial arts masters. Most people payed him no mind, or stared at him in confusion based on his strange looks. Eventually though, he ran into an old woman. She was old and bent. Her skin dark and wrinkled from many hours of work under the scorching sun. Not someone you think would know much about martial arts. But never judge a book by its cover. “Eh?” the old woman answered. “Ah... well my grandson takes classes in the big dojo in the city. If you go there, there’s no way you’d miss it”. “Finally!” Zen shouted, “Thank you!” and quickly he scurried off with a wave to the sweet old lady. “What a strange looking boy...” were the final words from the old woman.
Zen eventually made his way to the city after hitching a ride with an older man. A farmer judging from the product he had in his wagon. And for a while he was completely lost. All the winding roads and new sites. It was a lot for him to process. But these new experiences only bolstered his passion. Eventually he got directions and made his way through the city. He was ready to be a martial artist! The first important step to becoming a hero! Zen finally made it to the local dojo.
In the court yard there were many hopeful martial artists training. From old to young, there were many able bodies moving in symmetry. Letting out shouts as their kiais filled the air and rang out in rhythm. Zen found a quiet corner to sit down and watch them train. This is what he had been looking for. The man in the lead was a massive man. Broad, flat muscles were exposed across his shirtless body. The guy looked like he was chiseled out of stone. There’s no doubt that guy was the dojo master.
The entire class was in neat lines in front of him. They were mimicking his every move. Some better than others. When the class was over and the crowd thinned a bit, Zen took the opportunity to approach the leader of the dojo. Without any hesitating he blurted out, “Will you teach me how to be a martial arts master?!”. “You?” the massive man eyed Zen. “Is it Halloween already?” the man sighed. “I’m sorry little guy but maybe you should come back when you’re bigger. This isn’t a game, come back when you’re a teenager” the dojo master spoke firmly. Zen protested, “B-but I came all this way to learn martial arts!”. The dojo master just raised his hand and shook his head.
Totally dejected, Zen hung his head and walked off the dojo grounds. As he made his way out of town the tears started to flow. “Hey, what’s wrong” a passer by said. But Zen didn’t answer, instead taking to flight. Flying fast out of the town. The boy god finally stopped atop a cliff over looking the city in the distance. He dried his eyes and sat there in silence for a while.
But then something overtook him. The passion deep within set ablaze again. He came all this way and he wasn’t about to give up! He would find another master, a better master! And he would become the hero he dreamed of being. With his new found resolve, the boy jumped up to his feet, balled his fists and shot up into the sky. Zen flew off into the sunset with a new found vigor and quest!
Zen blinked into existence immediately. One second he was on the Kai's home planet, the next he was on Earth. He did feel a bit weak, however. This was by far the longest distance he had ever teleported from. But there was no time to be tired. He had to find a martial arts master! After all, he finally got away from that annoying guardian they assigned him. He escaped the world of the Kais to become a hero. He could see a village off in the distance, so the boy wandered forward.
He set about asking everyone he could if anyone knew of any martial arts masters. Most people payed him no mind, or stared at him in confusion based on his strange looks. Eventually though, he ran into an old woman. She was old and bent. Her skin dark and wrinkled from many hours of work under the scorching sun. Not someone you think would know much about martial arts. But never judge a book by its cover. “Eh?” the old woman answered. “Ah... well my grandson takes classes in the big dojo in the city. If you go there, there’s no way you’d miss it”. “Finally!” Zen shouted, “Thank you!” and quickly he scurried off with a wave to the sweet old lady. “What a strange looking boy...” were the final words from the old woman.
Zen eventually made his way to the city after hitching a ride with an older man. A farmer judging from the product he had in his wagon. And for a while he was completely lost. All the winding roads and new sites. It was a lot for him to process. But these new experiences only bolstered his passion. Eventually he got directions and made his way through the city. He was ready to be a martial artist! The first important step to becoming a hero! Zen finally made it to the local dojo.
In the court yard there were many hopeful martial artists training. From old to young, there were many able bodies moving in symmetry. Letting out shouts as their kiais filled the air and rang out in rhythm. Zen found a quiet corner to sit down and watch them train. This is what he had been looking for. The man in the lead was a massive man. Broad, flat muscles were exposed across his shirtless body. The guy looked like he was chiseled out of stone. There’s no doubt that guy was the dojo master.
The entire class was in neat lines in front of him. They were mimicking his every move. Some better than others. When the class was over and the crowd thinned a bit, Zen took the opportunity to approach the leader of the dojo. Without any hesitating he blurted out, “Will you teach me how to be a martial arts master?!”. “You?” the massive man eyed Zen. “Is it Halloween already?” the man sighed. “I’m sorry little guy but maybe you should come back when you’re bigger. This isn’t a game, come back when you’re a teenager” the dojo master spoke firmly. Zen protested, “B-but I came all this way to learn martial arts!”. The dojo master just raised his hand and shook his head.
Totally dejected, Zen hung his head and walked off the dojo grounds. As he made his way out of town the tears started to flow. “Hey, what’s wrong” a passer by said. But Zen didn’t answer, instead taking to flight. Flying fast out of the town. The boy god finally stopped atop a cliff over looking the city in the distance. He dried his eyes and sat there in silence for a while.
But then something overtook him. The passion deep within set ablaze again. He came all this way and he wasn’t about to give up! He would find another master, a better master! And he would become the hero he dreamed of being. With his new found resolve, the boy jumped up to his feet, balled his fists and shot up into the sky. Zen flew off into the sunset with a new found vigor and quest!
