"Y-You- What? The Force? Right... The Force. The training... Your purpose! Right! Yes!" The man mutters wildly after I ask my question. His face seizing with excitement, wonder and a dashing hint of craze.
I continue to glare at the man, taking wobbly, fatigued steps backwards till I hit the wall behind me. I still gasp for breath as my throat aches, the pressure put on my wind pipe surely bruised it, making it hurtful when I breathe.
"Let me go.. I don't want to be here any more.. Please." I say through breaths, hoping to prey on his deranged emotional state right now. The world hummed in agreement with my thought process, but I couldn't trust it this time around.
I have to trust in myself now.
The man froze hearing my words. His eyes locking with mine before he bursted into a deranged fit of laughter. Inching closer and reaching for my arm. I try to back away some more, wanting to put as much distance between us as possible, but with the wall behind me, I didn't get far.
Taking hold of my arm, the man began to drag me back towards where he came from. His strength was terrifying as even with my weak efforts to escape his grasp, he just broke through it all. Pulling me along as if I was nothing more than a bag of groceries.
'No, no no, this cant be happening... If I was bigger and older, maybe I could escape.' I think to myself, letting the feeling of impending doom wash over me and flood my mind. Maybe the adrenaline from it will give me the strength boost needed to escape.
"You can't go now~ We have much to do! Your training comes first, then comes your job!~ Maybe next comes freedom but we wont know, oh child of god!" The man spoke once again, and through his riddles came a hint at what my future days would look like.
'Are the heroes coming? What about the police...? Surely they got wind of this! I should be found before long...' I confide in myself a lot, coming up with scenarios that would be the most likely to happen.
With our society the way it is, there's no way I won't be saved. It's only a matter of time...
***
4 YEARS LATER - IN A REMOTE UNDERGROUND FACILITY.
"FASTER! STRONGER!"
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Me and Usagi trade blows, me parrying his jab with an arm swipe and countering with an elbow to his solar plexus, but it didn't connect. My mind was in a state of serenity. Complete calm with no wild or useless thought in mind.
This sparring session has been going on for the past couple of hours, and there has yet to be a victor.
Usagi is around thirty years old though, and he hasn't used his quirk yet so I assume he's holding back on me.. Strange.
"..Why are you holding back? This would've been over if you used your quirk." Usagi parries my strike to his temple with ease, taking a step back and placing his foot in between my own stance. He squints and clicks his tongue.
I jab at his throat, wanting to disorientate him, but he catches it and pulls me close while simultaneously throwing his elbow into my sternum, eliciting a loud crack. I'm sent flying as pain immediately takes over my mind, I tumble backwards, only coming to a stop moments later on the dirty hard wood floor.
"How many times have I told you, child? How many times have I told you that The Force isn't a mere quirk? We've been down here for four years. Four. Fucking years trying to train you to perfection, to get you to master and understand your gift, but you... You just keep fucking around!" He grew angrier with every word.
What used to bother me before was something that bounced off me with no effect. His words were nothing more than a feather on the surface of a pond.
"Y-Yes sir." I mutter through a cough, my broken sternum protesting against any sort of movement. The black muscle shirt I train in was glued to my skin with the help of my sweat and the humidity within the room.
His words, while harsh, are right.
"Jeez. You're perfect! The literally embodiment of perfection and yet you throw it away to waste my time down here! Get up, utilize The Force to heal your broken chest and get come here. We aren't done yet. After this, you meditate." He instructs, breaking into a fit of coughs of his own.
I nod but eye him curiously.
He's obviously sick. That much is obvious due to the coughing fits he has every now and then, and his pale, shriveling skin. His amethyst eyes are hinted with a red now, maybe due to age but they lost their shine as well.
Giving him a dull appearance.
He combats his change in appearance with a mask that covers only his eyes. His long black hair trailing down his back, shoulders and ending at the small of his back combat his pale skin. Trying to hide it with hair if he cant do so with clothing.
He picks up a bundle of wooden sticks, turning and tossing one my direction. As they clack against the wooden floor, he sucks his teeth and sighs, turning around to cough into his sleeve some more. I sit cris cross, closing my eyes as I figure healing now would be better than waiting until we meditate later.
Closing my eyes, I'm greeted by darkness. I call out towards the world, towards the vibrations that I've been informed was the existence of The Force. An energy that keeps balance within the world and can provide, those with an attunement towards it, great power. To my call, the Force responds immediately. Swelling and purifying my body to the point of perfect, even putting my sternum back together even stronger than it was before it was broken.
I open my eye and stand up, grabbing my sticks all the while. Sighing when I see that Usagi was waiting impatiently for me, I meet him in the middle of the room for our second sparring match of the day... 'Just ten more sessions to go.' I tell myself, trying but failing to encourage myself.
"Every time I see it I can't help but marvel... You really are a God amongst men. Having such a connection with the Force that it bends to your every call. Truly perfect." Usagi praises, putting me up on the perfect pedestal with the label of God on it.
"Why are you so hell-bent on me being perfect? You've been cramming it into my brain since I was five." I question, finding it a little unsettling to be revered as such. Though, it does sound amazing... Me, a perfect God at the age of nine.
That truly is a wonder, but not something I can't see myself being.
'These training will definitely get me there.' I muse, dropping into position. Ready to receive Usagi's strike head on. He swings his baton straight on, his every move, future and present being relayed to me by the Force, making it easy to read him like a book.
Side stepping his attack, I swing across my body, aiming for his chin with my own batons.
CLACK!
The sticks cash as Usagi easily blocks my blow, sending his own right after towards my left set of ribs. Reinforcing my body using the Force, I quickly bring down my baton in my left hand and parry it, sliding it off and out from my body.
"I call you perfect... I call you a God..." He speaks, side stepping a blow from me aimed at his sternum. "Because that is what the Force says. It cries out that you are it's perfect son. And now that I'm with you... I can see it. I see just what the entity means... You are the personification of perfection!" He exclaims, dropping to the floor as he intends to sweep my legs from under me using his own.
But, having been seen it, I instead step in, bringing my knee to where his face would've been, but he read my moves and instead rolled backwards. Creating distance from each other comparable to when we first lined up to spar.
"Good. You're utilizing your connection with the Force to read me. Now trust it more. Have faith in your life long companion and follow it's intentions with blind faith, the Force will never lie to you. Never." He instructs, taunting me with a finger to begin my assault.
I nod to his words but keep my mind at a place of serenity. Not letting his words effect my emotional state. He taught me that keeping a level head in battle will keep me from making stupid, clumsy mistakes.
He even had me sit down and annalyze some pro-heroes to see what to do and what not to do in the midst of battle. The one thing they all had in common though were their fragile egos and how susceptible they were to taunts. Costing them grave wounds or even a chance to save a civilian.
However, one hero always stuck out from the rest. The number one hero in Japan at the moment always kept a level head, in fact, his appearance would strike so much fear into his opponent that he wouldn't need to do any verbal or mental damage to his enemy.
His presence alone was enough.
'I want that.' I think to myself. 'I want to have such a presence that anyone in front of me will tremble before me.' Such power... That was something only a God could do. But yet, I couldn't do that. Not yet at least. Proving my mortality more than ever.
In comparison to guys like that, I'm truly nothing more than a wannabe. 'I need strength.' I tell myself, unknown to the inner-changes going on within my body. The Force had reacted to my will, giving me a sudden burst of strength.
My eyes widen for a second before my mind calms down from the surprise. I utilize this as the moment Usagi's batons clash with mine, I immediately drop to the floor, surprising him with my sudden physical boost. Swiping at his legs, I aimed to take him down but before my foot connected to his ankle, an invisible force pushed me away.
Sending me flying back to the other side of the thirty meter wide and long room. "Oof!" I grunt as my back hits the stone wall. The underground facility shaking in response.
Wooden sticks clack against the floor, I look up, dazed, and see the outline of my master coming at me. My head slumps from the concussion I most likely sustained. Inwardly, I sigh- 'My body is still a weakness for me... I need to up it. I need to strengthen it.' I tell myself, a migraine assaulting my brain moments later.
"Meditate. Calm the power you've just gained and learn to control it. If you can, siphon more and continue to grow. You'll be doing this for the rest of the day. We'll see what changed within you tomorrow." Usagi instructed, his voice a deep, commanding baritone.
I nod silently.