On the Morrow,
HWAH* *HWAH* *HWAH*
In the backyard of a small family house, you could see five children participating in different activities.
A boy, about fourteen years of age, seemed to impart combat lessons to two other children. While two other children who looked similar, were reading. To there sides were a stack of books. Their little eyes which held hints of mature intelligence glistened as they took in all the limited knowledge they could from the books.
Adrian promised to train his siblings in the art of combat and other skills necessary to survive this harsh world and he was doing exactly that. Demonstrating in the yard.
The sound of punches and kicks blended with the sounds of heavy breathing. The air crackled as Adrian displayed like a seasoned virtuoso. Vivian and Pierce watched in awe as their brother performed a dance of death intricately around the yard.
Every move of his had a purpose. No movement was wasted and unnecessary movement were done away with. It's been a long time since Adrian last practice his hand-to-hand moves and he was a bit rusted. But as the exercise went on, he regained his confidence. His skills flowed more and more.Showcasing with finesse, moves that had saved his life countless times.
Not long after, the dance stopped. A sweat drenched Adrian turned to his siblings and let out an amused chuckle seeing their expressions.
He could not help but feel a little pride surging in his chest. He shook his head when scene crossed his mind in which. Standing on the crates, Adrian yelled 'Escanor. Lion sin of pride'
Coming out of that thought stream with a violent shake of his head, Adrian comforted his siblings. His words laced with exhaustion.
"Don't worry you'll get there someday. But for now you must learn the basics. Walk before you run".
Their expressions immediately became deflated but they both nodded their heads. Determination surging within them.Adrian continued the tutoring of his brother and sister.
Adrian could not help himself. He adopted the personality of a seasoned character. His lessons echoing forth.
The power of a punch was not just determined by the force or speed behind said punch but, knowing where to strike effectively and how to apply said force to achieve maximum damage to your opponent.
The body though strong, had various weak spots. The ability to capitalize on those spots to cause damage was what made a good fighter. And the weakness of the human body can be reduced through intense training and controlled body building.
The footwork is also an integral part of a combat dance. The footwork tells alot about the experience of a fighter. The ability to keep an effective range from your opponent was a skill to add to your arsenal. Too short a distance could led to mistakes. On the other hand, to far a distance could lead to overthinking.
Skills where important but intellect was almost just as important as any skill.
Above all, consistent hardwork and determination could carry the weakest person and turn them into a monster if they set their minds to it.
The training continued as Adrian corrected both their forms. Offering pointers to help them learn quicker. The training that those of operation shadow had to go through was brutal. Adrian could not teach them that as they were too young. He taught them the watered down version of the training plans.
And when they were done, they freshened up and went about their duties.
Adrian walked into the basement with Pierce, Vivian. The twins, Cindy and Sebastian followed.
Looking around at the basement which had turned to a makeshift Indoor grow room. The LED lights where already fittied upon each of the four foot long vases and were ready to bring artificial light to the future plants.
The room was completed devoid of any avenue of air or light entering into it.
Adrian took some seeds from the bag which he bought them from 'joy grove bar'. He then planted some of them in 'vase 1'.
Adrian found out later that the strain of the cannabis can affect its flowering and maturity time span.
This particular strain of cannabis sold to him by Rowland happped to be a hybrid consisting the strains of, 'lamb's breath' and 'jack herer fast'.
This hybrid was called
While that of the Lamb's breath was about 80%. So with the combination of both these strians, you would get a high TCH level strain which was also fast maturing. It also responded well to finning.
Although it was far less expensive than the top strains like the
Adrian did not plant all the seeds in all of the vases at once. Each vase would be planted in a space of two weeks intervals so as to get yeilds almost every week further cementing a constant supply of products.
Vivian watered the soil which Adrian had already mixed in a specific order according to the recipe he found online with the chemicals he bought.
After all procedures where completed, Adrian switched the light switch on causing the LED grow lights to lighten up the dark room enveloping it in a soft purple glow.
The siblings left after making sure everything ran smoothly. The installed heater was used for temperature control.
Pierce was given the responsibility of taking care of the basement. Vivian was to be the accountant when Business began. Adrian made himself managing director. As for the twins, well let's just say they were having a fun time with Adrian's computer.
Anticipated filled the family as they waited for their products yeild. But all was not in the clear yet. They had to decided where they would like to sell their products.
Selling in the streets were off limit.They did not wish for trouble with the [street tigers] anytime soon. The only option they had was the bars and clubs that littered the district.
When the time comes, Adrian would sought out various owners and ask for their permission.
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*TIME SKIP*
1 YEAR LATER
The seasons flowed by swiftly. In a blink of an eye a year had already gone by. Now, tis the year 2015. Technology was improving a lot. A the world was becoming a better place right?
Wrong. The underworld increased it's influence greedily. The law enforcement were forced into the corner.
In the borough of The Bronx, a gang war broke out between the 'Sunny boyz' and the 'pipers'. Both gangs had a disagreement over a territory rights. Lifes were lost. Some smiled other mourned. The pipers came out on top cause they had support from a big mob.
Moving away from the big city, we come back to our beloved protagonists. The house of the Sinclairs boasted a Seren atmosphere. Birds chirp. The morning dew stuck to the windows as flowers bloomed due to the morning light.
Adrian now fifteen years old, had an appearance makeover. His side hair were shaved and dyed black. Causing him to have a kind off rogue aura about him. He grew a little as puberty hit him. Standing at a honest 5'3, Adrian was quite tall for his age.
Baby fat disappeared from his face showcasing what was underneath. A very handsome person he was.
The past year was hella busy for the house. The cannabis producting was going well. Although they had not sold anyone, the stockpile of the goods were enormous.
Adrian wanted a large stockpile before he went to strike deals with the local bars and clubs in the district.
But it also came with a price. The electricity bills were heavily taxing. Taking care of the bills while also simultaneously taking care of a house of five was not easy.
Adrian took some part time jobs to easen the burden on his shoulders. Their legal guardian came in once in a while to check up on them. Sometimes taking care of either the feeding or the bills otherwise, she ignored them.
The training of his siblings was going splendidly. Both Pierce and Vivian absorbed his teachings like big sponges. Pierce even went as far as developing his own fighting style. It seemed like he found where his 'Sinclair smartness layed'. In the art of combat.
In addition to hand-to-hand combat, Adrian tought his siblings how to shoot a gun.
And yes he, Adrian,knew how to shoot a gun. Being an ex special forces soldier reincarnated, he knew almost all guns from inside to the outside. Handling a gun was not foreign to him.
He tutored his siblings. With toy guns of course. Although not a real gun, it was close enough. He used the toys to train their aim. All they needed to become expert marksmen was to hold a real gun. And Adrian had plans for that.
The twins were not much of a physical help. The only thing Adrian could do was, feed that big brain of theirs with books. Lots of books.
Cindy focused more on the chemical part of things. She was intrigued by chemistry and how it affected the environment. Chemistry books of all levels were consumed by her. She was fascinated by chemicals. She sometimes mixes local chemicals such as liquid soap, salt, baking powder and anything she could get her hands on to experiment.
Sometimes her intelligence scared Adrian. If she were sent to school, she would be a reincarnation of 'Young Sheldon'.
As for Sebastian, he continued in his quiet facade. His every action exhuming grace and flair. He focused more on the mechanical aspect of things. It started with him fixing your everyday appliances, like radios and complex toys to putting together scrap parts to form entirely new machines.
Both the twins choose to pursue a path of their own and the three other older siblings could not help but be proud of both of them.
Adrian decided that the stockpile of products from the basement was enough. Their almost none existant finances weighed down on him. Tomorrow was the day the begin sales. It would be their first payday.
But first he had to convince the bars and clubs owners. Adrian knew it required delicate handling. But he also knew that those establishments were always open for business. For the right price of course.
Tomorrow the rise of this family would truly begin. But first, sleep.