What would you do if you were saved from almost dying, by a cranky old frustrating man, one very dark, gloomy awful night?

Watching a very old man beat up six-men with his bear fists.

Smacking them around as if it was nothing more than foreplay, theres you staring on in shock with your mouth hanging open in surprise, because you couldn't even Fathom how an old man had done it in the first place.

The only thing I did was look at my own hands, thinking.

"Would I be able to hit someone's head.

He Made it look like he was smashing a peach.

It looked so easy as eating pie to him.

Then there was that twinkle in his eyes, while he was bating them.

I've never seen someone look so peaceful just by taking a life.

Then he turned to you with a cheeky grin and asked.

"how was it?

I jumped staring at the old man flabbergasted, then at the messy, tumbling blocks that were all groaning on the ground.

But all I could do was stay silent in shock, as he took the last life.

Though my mind was blank with amazement, my greedy look took everything in with new eyes.

This was what I wanted, and the old man could tell.

I was thinking, maybe you should be granted one big wish?

Then a big grateful smile should enter his eyes back in return.

 "I should have been really grateful, not selfish, right?

"Even If you were given a second chance.

But once I looked into his crazy old eyes, speechless. I was dumfounded.

His quest was a little ridiculous once I found out his harsh conditions.

My poor little heart dropped dieing all over again, sinking to the ground, Like I was having a second heart attack.

"Now. Could I say it's too late for me to refuse such, offer.

I puffed out my cheeks in frustration, glaring at the old man.

With a final decision, I grinned, knowing my life wasn't going to be easy with this old chatterbox.

This was what my intuition told me. I was full of energy, the excitement ran all the way to my bones, with this new life ahead of me, I went in full throttle.

"Oh boy, I was so wrong.

"What a torturous Lesson that was, a big mistake on my part, stupid must have been written on my Forehead by my Master's grin.

I had this ugly gut feeling, that it even made my toes curl up in fright.

A lesson learned very well that first day.

"Well, truth be told, I was too eager.

I went in guns blasting, getting myself beaten up by the old git every day.

A lesson that was set deep into my blood an bones.

That taught me not to be cocky, even to my elders.

I went face to face with doors, floors, even hard brick walls.

knifes that were sharp as playing cards chipping away at my skin, over and over again.

Like they were tearing apart paper.

There must have been so many dented doors, leaving weird improvements left by me and him.

But he didn't care, he was head deep on training me.

"Oh Man. I even got a headache when his hard fists hit my face suddenly. Knocking me into space, my body spinning on the spot. Surely, I should have been one hell of an ugly duckling by now.

Maybe, I should have stayed on the streets instead of getting rescued.

But with his tender care my health healed over time.

To tell you the truth people, there must be something wrong with my brain.

"Am I right?

But do you want to know the biggest secret that I've had to keep all to myself.

 "I'm so frustrated with this shocking piece of news.

Because he also told me that I can't even tell you.