After closing the journal, Tafari took some time to understand its contents.
'Demons and Devils in our world?' He repeated in his head while trying to understand.
'What if such creatures were to run amock in our city? Wouldn't that be a complete genocide in the making?'
Taf suddenly was covered in sweat, and all his limbs shivered with the mere thoughts of seeing such beings.
The cultivation world is so cold, cruel, and heartless that a person can throw away all sense of love for power. I may not know 'Love', but seeing such couples like Old man Ming and Mrs Ming should be powerful.
To sacrifice the ones, you love in such a way that seems ordinary. Can such beings be described as humans?'
These thoughts all raced through his head as he thought of the pitiful Carlos and Fang.
'If I were to enter the path of cultivation, I need to use this story as a guide. I will never let myself be so blinded as those in the journal.
I'll let this be a lesson learned, not through my own eyes but yours. If this world is cold to me, I will have no choice but to be the inferno that burns it to smither.'
The more Taf imagined, the more he firmed his resolve to move forward in the future. In his eyes, the world became a place filled with mystery and intrigue.
'How many stories are out there to be told, I wonder. Will the adventures I take in the future be ones that are read just like this one?'
Taf grinned from ear to ear as he envisioned the unfolding scenes.
'Imagine the grand tales of Sir Mouse."
With that picture in mind, he drifted off into dreamland as a smile graced his face.
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When the next day arrived, Taf awoke with excitement. On this day, he went to one of the highest buildings to watch the sun's rising.
'As you rise, so will I. You and I will be the same. from the dark to become the most brilliant scene that eyes dare gaze at directly.'
A look of determination shined on his face as Taf made his resolve.
'Today l will learn all Old Man Ming's arts.
Hehe!
I can't wait to see what I learn from him. How awesome was he last night?'
Taf recalled the night before, and wonder displayed on his face. In some ways, Old man Ming had become his hero.
'That old man is one of the strongest men around.'
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After the sun had set, Taf and Old Man Ming faced each other.
"What I will teach you will be beneficial for life. You will be able to use some of these skills In your time of need."
Old Man Ming stated as he looked on the youth before him that had a curiosity plastered all on his face.
"When it comes to training, I will not be the usual old Ming that you know. I will teach you to be ruthless. Thus, I need to be just that to you."
He stated with a firm tone that Taf had not heard before. Although he was surprised by the words for a second, Taf understood the meaning. To reach a certain level, you have to work hard and push your limits.
Thus the training started on that evening under the tingling of the stars. For every mistake, Taf was punished until it was right.
Old man Ming held back slightly with every hit until he felt it was time to step up the difficulty.
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The lesson continued daily. Taf was taught how to be stealthy when one needs to be.
Also, the art of poisoning your target as frontal combat is not always necessary to accomplish the desired result.
Complementing this were the multiple fighting techniques that old man Ming had learned.
Like this, the days became months in the blink of an eye.
In these months, little Sue finally had her wedding and got married to the scholar. That day was a joyous occasion that went on in the night.
Old Man Ming had tears as he saw his little girl become a married woman. In his arms was Mrs Ming, as she always was bawling her eyes out at seeing her little one now grown up.
Tafari also wished his best as little sue gave him a gentle hug. It would also not belittle Sue if she did not give him a good scolding.
That was a moment of laughter as everyone smiled when they saw the girl acting like the big sister she always wanted to be.
Before anyone knew it, the months then became years in the blink of an eye.
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On a high building, there stood a youth with short brown dreads on his head as he looked on the city through his brown eyes. He had a slender build and hardly resembled the child of the past.
This youth was Tafari, four years had gone by, and he was fourteen.
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To be continued...