A boy was sleeping, in a small dorm, a table beside him on which laid a sword. The boy woke up, "It's hot" he said, in the usual deep voice people have when they wake up. He got up, went to the table, picked up the sword and went out and to his horror, he saw a fire. He looked to his right and saw three fully grown men, dressed in all black. "The fucking black faction" he thought, as he unsheathed his sword. The men launched at him, all with their swords unsheathed, the boy swung his sword, a red jet of light followed the sword, the men were beheaded. The boy ran, went down a flight of stairs, and to his utmost horror, the building was all burning, he saw at least 50 men, all dressed in black, killing the people in the building. Behind the men's sword followed a jet of what seemed to be yellow mist. The boy ran, at what seemed to be superhuman speed. He jumped over a wall which seemed to be at least 15 feet tall with ease. He ran and ran, until he saw a man, dressed in red and black, 'I don't know who you are but you don't seem to be from the black faction, I'll give you some advice, move out of my way if you don't wanna die" said the boy in an angered tone, the man did nothing but smile. "I'll tell you one last time, get out of my way." spoke the boy, now louder. The man reached for his sword, the boy did the same. But before the boy could even react or touch his sword, the man was now holding a staff to his neck, bewildered the boy tried to speak but nothing came out of his mouth, as the man struck his head so hard that he couldn't maintain consciousness.
Next thing the boy knew, he was in a dark and gloomy cave lit by torches, laying down on a dirty rag. "So you're awake", spoke the man dressed in black and red," Name's Hyasu", "What's yours?" asked Hyasu. "I don't care who you are and I don't want to tell you my name" said the boy. "So you're gonna be tough" spoke Hyasu as an unsurmountable amount of pressure lay upon him. "Still don't want to tell me your name?", in absolute agony the boy spoke, 'Z-Zen'. "Aha, so I did get the right boy", spoke Hyasu as the pressure lifted. "What the fuck do you want from me?" spoke the boy in anger. "Oh, not much", "just become my pupil". "Nah, I'm good" said Zen, now in a casual tone, "I've already got a master, I don't need you.". "I think I asked you to become my pupil" said Hyasu as, once again the pressure lay on him, but this time was different, the pressure seemed like it would be the end of Zen, It hurt, it was agonizing, Zen let out a scream, as the pressure lifted. "So, what will it be? Become my disciple or die right here?", spoke Hyasu in a terrifying way. "I think it will be the former" said Zen.