In the serene town of Jalal nestled deep within the heart of Japan, there existed a remarkable ancient temple. This special place was situated in the midst of a wild, lush, green landscape, where nature and discipline coexisted harmoniously.
Under the watchful eye of their master, students gathered in the dojo, their faces a blend of determination and respect, all the students were monks as they were wore similar monk attires yellow and red with no hairs. One student stood out among the rest - Lang, a young man marked by a distinctive Izigan tattoos, all izigans have different tattoo or markings patterns varying on the cosmic color, they are born with this black tattoo lines across their bodies.
Despite his visible tattoo, Lang possessed an exceptional skill in what the temple called Taijutsu, a martial art that blended physical prowess with spiritual energy. Though all the young monks there all had the same cosmic energies of the color yellow except from Lang whose own was blue.
All of them raging from the age of twelve to fifty but Lang been seventeen still stood on top. His abilities were not ordinary; been born out of tragedy. Lang hailed from a wealthy family, yet tragedy struck when his family was brutally taken away from him. It was in this moment of unimaginable pain that Lang's latent powers were unleashed for the first time.
The sheer force of his grief triggered a gravitational push and also a rear one too, seeing the tragedy before him, everyone present in the place was sent flying with the gravitational force young Lang produced. After this incident, his uncle, recognizing the potential within him, took Lang under his care. He was guided to a wise sensei, a master not just in Taijutsu but also in the harnessing of spiritual energy, even though not recognized as an izigan but his knowledge on ancient spiritual energy places him on top.
The sensei, Master Sin su, perceptive and wise, understood that Lang's powers would grow with his pain, and perhaps, even surpass the bounds of imagination. During one of the meditation sessions, Lang found himself immersed in memories that cut deep.
Only his younger sister Mei remained, the sole thread connecting him to his past. It was during these moments of meditation that his master noticed the uncertainty and disturbance within him.
The Izigan tattoo, a symbol of his inner strength, glowed ominously. The master, a beacon of wisdom, warned Lang that allowing his past to control him could unleash powers beyond his control. Lang's existence narrowed down to the protection of his sister, a promise he vowed to uphold.
Yet, his struggle persisted. There were moments when his powers eluded his grasp, moments where the pain of his past threatened to consume him. One day, in a fit of frustration, he lashed out, his tattooed hands glow with an eerie light. It was then that Mika, a fellow student and someone he held dear been the only girl he loved and cherished, intervened.
With a gentle touch, she calmed his raging emotions. Nearby, his best friend Kenji observed the scene. "He still hasn't learned to control that power, has he?" remarked as he approached them. "No, he hasn't," replied Mika, her eyes filled with concern. "He thinks too much.
If he can't let go of the past, he won't be able to control it. ""I understand how he feels about losing the people that mean the world to you. Lang is strong I believe in him. Don't worry, with time he will learn how to live with it. Trust me went I say so." Kenji said with some positive words that Lang captured."I still have Mei and I have you guys as long that is complete I already have a complete family. I still don't have worry. You are my family now." Lang said with complete relieve in his heart."That's the spirit, I like the sound of that." Mika said as she embrace him with a hug and then a kiss. Master Sin su watched from a distance with relieve seeing Lang putting on a good face.
Till Jin one of his personal monk came to his side."do you think he was learn how to control the power of his, for the izigans, it's a rear ability to control raw gravity but still I sense something even more disturbing around him. There is some kind of aura I keep feeling whenever I am around him, some kind of dark presence or something.
We cannot be certain that he produces a positive energy now but what we should know is that negative aura I sense around him should not be his true form. I can't explain it but even now I see that dark energy emanating from him. it will be so vivid for someone who has my abilities. I will keep watch on him." Jin said with clear view as he talked concerning Lang.
"That won't be your task to keep. He would meet someone that would bring him out of that darkness. Lang will see a lot, whatever happens three days from now do not interfere. It was meant to happen" Master Sin su said walking away as he head into the main temple."oh, it's another vision and this one is't going to be good from the looks of things." Jin said still looking at Lang with his friends.
And so, in the quiet corners of the temple, amidst the rustle of leaves and the scent of blooming flowers, Lang's journey continued. A journey of mastering not only his extraordinary abilities but also the art of letting go, an art that held the key to his ultimate control and, perhaps, his salvation. Deep in the quiet of the night, beneath the starlit canopy, Kenji's words hung in the air, a whispered reassurance amidst the uncertainty that surrounded Lang. "Don't worry, with time he will learn to live with it," he said, his voice carrying the weight of hope.
Lang, however, found little solace in those words. "I need to rest. I am tired of this. Why was I born this way? I didn't ask for this kind of power," he lamented, his frustration bubbling to the surface. Mika who was always by his side, ever the optimist, offered her perspective. "As for me, I think you were born with this power for a reason.
The Izigans, I know, I see them as heroes. I think more cosmic threats might just come again, and it will be the Izigans to defend each other," she said, her voice unwavering in its belief. But Lang was far from his usual self; his Izigan tattoo continued to glow ominously, a sign that he had overexerted himself.Fatigue claimed him, and he fell into a deep slumber.
Mika, ever watchful, gently held his hands as they both sat, a silent guardian in the night. In this tranquil moment, Mei, Lang's younger sister, approached, concern etched across her face. "Is he okay?" she asked, her worry palpable. "He is okay, Mei. Come here, let's go and play. Your brother will up soon and he would be back as usual," Mika reassured her, masking her own uncertainty. "Are you sure about that?" Kenji asked, turning to Mika."He was happy and filled up with positive vibes, letting go of what he usually thinks about but he suddenly changed this evening" Mika said in confusion.
She wasn't entirely certain if would awaken anytime soon, his exhaustion profound.
Meanwhile, the night deepened, and Mei found herself unable to sleep. A distant rustle from the woods piqued her curiosity. She attempted to wake Mei, but she was lost in a profound slumber.
Determined to investigate, Mei ventured into the woods alone. As she treaded further into the darkness, her senses heightened. Suddenly she met an unease greeting as something began to chase her, a blood-curdling scream pierced the silence. It was Mei. Lang, stirred from his sleep by the echoes of his sister's terror, sprang to his feet. Instinct propelled him into the woods, chasing the direction from which her screams emanated.
Through the tangled undergrowth, Lang ran, fear lending her speed. Lang followed, desperate to reach her. Yet, in the midst of this pursuit, something sinister stirred in the shadows. A malevolent force, drawn by the fear and chaos, began to chase Lang, turning the tables on the pursuer.
The night, once so serene, now echoed with the cries of a sister, the determined footsteps of her brother, and the ominous presence that hunted them both. In the vivid night sky, he raced with his gravitational powers in assistance, Lang found himself entangled in a nightmare.
A black panther, fierce and menacing, with eyes aflame like burning embers, leaped at him. In a split second, Lang's instincts kicked in, and he dodged the creature's lethal strike. The panther's crimson eyes bore into his soul, leaving him paralyzed with fear.
Just as the panther was about to pounce, Lang jolted awake, gasping for air. The relief that washed over him was immense; it had only been a nightmare. He settled back into his bed, the remnants of fear slowly dissipating, yet a lingering sense of unease stayed with him.