Author's note: Hey guys, I just felt like adding this chapter in between to show the effect of the adult mind on him. His advantage helps him get one over his peers.
--------Karate class---------
After the awkward moment with instructor Max, the class went to the next phase: sparring.
To my surprise, I was paired with Tim, an 8-year-old long-term student of his. Tim, an African descent dressed in white karate attire.
The pairing up initially made me feel Max was being petty. But looking at his serious face made me re-think again.
Though, I learnt a shocking truth- Mark is Max's son.
Wow, a divorced couple joined with my stunt. Talk about a movie-level comedy in real life.
From his perspective, my actions might have appeared childish, which he seems to look aside maturely like most adults, especially with the incident of helping him reunite with his divorced wife.
Even though I knew I was not like every other child. It was yet another hypothesis to test on- the emotional savagery of childhood. Is it applicable even for the reincarnated kids?
"Begin the spar."
As we began the spar, I went ahead in excitement, using the trained form for punches and kicks.
THUD
THUD
THHUD
But Tim adeptly guarded against my punches and kicks, using quick movements to dodge some of my attacks. For the other 6-year-olds in the class, this might be advanced combats because children avoid pain. So, tanking the punches is pretty advanced shit.
Tim has more experience, and it doesn't need to be explained. So, we are a stark contrast.
My inexperience became apparent as soon as Tim started fighting back.
BAM
He gave one punch suddenly which I blocked because of the practiced defence form.
Thinking lightly of these childish spars, I continued to punch back, feeling high from the successful block.
WHOOSH
Well, Tim countered my punch with a swift blow to my stomach. The impact knocked the wind out of my 6-year-old body, causing me to collapse in pain.
GASP
I felt Max rush over to check on me, his concern clear. Making me curse my lack of control over my childish body.
Despite the pain, flashes of the future I had in store for me flooded my mind. I knew I had to push through and continue fighting. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stand up, determined to improve my resilience. Especially my pain resistance.
Because if I can't sustain myself from this, any magic duel might as well kill me. With a shout of self-motivation, I declared, "I can continue."
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BAM
BAM
BANG
As the spar resumed, it was fuelled by sheer grit and stubbornness, with my adult mind driving my childish body forward. Despite my lack of skill and strength, I refused to back down. Instead, I relied on brute force, absorbing Tim's hits and kicks with determination.
GASP
BAM
With each blow, I gritted my teeth and pushed through the pain, my resolve much stronger just based on my adult mind. Tim, initially filled with energy, showed signs of exhaustion as I continued pigheadedly taking the punches.
HUFF
Soon, his attacks became weaker and his movements sluggish. What more can you expect from a child's stamina?
"AHHHH!"
Seizing the opportunity, I pressed on with all my anger. With every ounce of strength in my tiny body, I unleashed a flurry of punches, driving Tim back until he stumbled to the ground.
THUD
"AH,"
With that, I jumped onto his stomach. With him pinned beneath me, I continued to rain down blows, my fists connecting with his body again and again.
BAM
BAM
BANG
Finally, unable to withstand the onslaught any longer, Tim slammed his hand on the ground, signalling his surrender.
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
As the feeling of victory hit me, I got to my feet, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. In the end, I won, not because of skill, but because of sheer stubbornness. It would have been embarrassing for an adult to lose, even if I was influenced by childish hormones. I reminded myself that my body was that of a 6-year-old, fragile but hopeful, with magical growth. Thinking about the spar, I knew that with time, I would improve my skills and strengthen my body.
[First fight: Spar with Tim- A pyrrhic win]
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---A few years later, Arjun is 11 now. ---
—Third person pov-----
The Prasad family sat together in the busy square, eagerly watching the finals of London's under-12 Karate competition.
Amid the crowd's excitement, they chatted about their talented son, Arjun.
"He's truly remarkable, isn't he?" remarked Padma, her eyes shining with pride as she watched her son spar on the mat. "Top of his class, mature beyond his years, and now excelling in karate. We're so blessed. Thank you, God Mahadev, for this blessing."
Eshwar, the elder brother, nodded in agreement, remembering Arjun's injuries from karate sports. "Yeah, he's something else. Most kids his age would've given up on pain, but not Arjun. He just brushed it off and kept going. By doing so, practiced his bandage skills on himself."
Venkat, the patriarch of the family, couldn't hide his grin. "Stubbornness runs in the family, doesn't it? But it's that determination that sets him apart. He's a fighter, just like his old man."
BAM
BAM
THUCK
BAM
As they watched Arjun deliver a series of precise punches and kicks, Padma couldn't help but recall the first day he came home from karate practice. "I'll never forget the look on his face when he walked through that door, bruised and exhausted. But that silly boy had such a big smile."
Venkat nodded, his gaze never leaving his son. "He's not just physically strong, though. He's smart, too. Remember when he won that chess competition? He's got brains and brawn, our Arjun."
"Yes, but he doesn't share much of his thoughts with us. It's just I feel he is too perfect. But, remembering his disorganised room that seems to become a mess in the blink of an eye, I realize he is just a silent kid."
The talks of the family stopped as the crowd changed their tunes.
"Daddy, look at that so cool."
"Wow."
"Incredible."
"WHO,"
BANG
As the crowd cheered for Arjun, watching him deliver a stunning spinning overhead kick to his opponent, the Prasad family's cheers echoed through the stadium.
"HELL YEAH!"
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-11-year-old Arjun-
Standing on the stage, holding the winner's cup high above my head, I felt a rush of adrenaline and victory.
"ARJUN, ARJUN, ARJUN!"
The crowd's cheers echoed around the arena, filling me with a unique sense of accomplishment. As I stepped down from the stage and walked towards my family and friends in the stands, I was greeted with a chorus of congratulations.
"Congrats, Arjun," my mother said, her eyes shining with pride as she tried to check my bruises. "Well done, my boy," my father added, his voice full of admiration. "Good job, buddy," my brother said, his voice hoarse from cheering.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at their words of praise. Beside them stood my instructor, Max, who had been there every step of the way.
"I always knew you could do it," Max joked, a playful glint in his eye. "You were mature for a kid. But too stubborn for your good. But you had a fucking painful punch."
I laughed at his joke, thanking him. I inwardly felt he would never stop mentioning that incident at this rate. Just like that, the punching at my penis became the embarrassing story of both my lives.
Author's note: It's the truth to me./(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
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Hypothesis Thirteen: Using magic changes the body.
We don't know exactly how much. For example, I've noticed I'm more athletic after a month of practicing magic.
Reason 1: By age 11, the body adjusts to using magic, similar to going through puberty. This is known as "Magical Puberty." After age 11, magic growth depends on personal effort.
Reason 2:
Magical abilities grow quickly between ages 11 and 18 due to puberty. Emotional shifts during this time might help in learning magic.
Observation:
After age 18, magic skills grow steadily until death. The increase in athletic ability might be a side effect of these changes. Wizards and witches can reach the same athletic limits as non-magical people more easily, but they rarely go beyond these limits.
In many comics, regular men like Batman can train to become as skilled as Captain America.
Wizards can reach similar abilities faster and with less effort, though most don't because they're lazy.
Note: Physical strength doesn't affect magic reserves or how well magic is cast.