Scene: Training Grounds of woods
The morning sun was high, casting a warm glow over the training grounds. Derek stood in the center of the field, his chest puffed out, feeling renewed confidence. His stance was strong, his movements sharper than ever before. Today, he wasn't just going through the motions—he felt like he was finally making real progress. With every swing of his practice sword, Derek could feel his speed and power improvement.
Derek: (muttering to himself, grinning) "I've got this. I'm gonna crush the Gunxam."
His movements became more fluid, his strikes more precise. For the first time, Derek truly believed he had a chance. Sweat dripped down his forehead, but he didn't mind. He could already picture himself standing in the arena, victorious, with everyone cheering for him.
Off to the side, Jason sat cross-legged, deep in meditation. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady as he focused on controlling his Teja Shakti—the mystical energy that flowed through all living beings in the kingdom. Unlike Derek's physical training, Jason's routine required intense concentration and inner peace. His muscles were relaxed, but a faint aura of blue light shimmered around him as he honed his control over the powerful energy.
SFX: The soft hum of Teja's energy vibrates in the air around Jason.
Derek couldn't help but glance over at his master from time to time, noticing how calm and composed Jason always seemed. It annoyed him a little. Here he was, sweating and pushing himself, while Jason just sat there, perfectly still, without a care in the world.
Derek: (under his breath, irritated) "Must be nice to just sit there and look all mystical while I'm doing all the hard work."
Jason: (without opening his eyes, smirking) "I heard that, you know."
Derek: (startled) "What the—how do you always do that?!"
Jason: (still meditating, his voice calm) "It's called focus, Derek. Maybe if you spent less time whining and more time honing your skills, you wouldn't need to push yourself so hard."
Derek glared at him, but Jason's eyes remained closed, his smirk growing slightly. Derek couldn't tell if he was being serious or just messing with him again.
Derek: (grumbling) "You know, Master, not everyone can be as annoyingly perfect as you. Some of us have to train hard to get anywhere."
Jason: (chuckling softly) "Oh, is that what you're doing? I thought you were just flailing around and calling it training."
Derek's jaw dropped in mock outrage, his hands balling into fists as he stormed over to where Jason was sitting.
Derek: (mock shouting) "Flailing?! Do you think this is flailing?! I'll have you know I've been practicing my sword technique all morning, and it's been going well!"
Jason: (still calm, his smirk widening) "Sure, sure. And I'm sure your enemies will be impressed with how well you flailed your sword at them. Like a 5 times cummed weak Cock"
Derek fumed, his face turning red. It was always like this—Jason never took him seriously. He was constantly teasing, making snide comments about Derek's training, and it drove Derek crazy.
Derek: (offended, crossing his arms) "You know what, Master? I don't have to stand here and take this. I'm going down to the city and hit the girls and got a beautiful showty for me."
Jason: (finally opening his eyes, his tone amused) "Why not, let's go, I am ready from the day I was born."
Derek: (glaring at him) "You're not going, Master. I am going alone and I don't need your accompany."
Jason: (grinning) "Of course. Go on, then. Try not to get into any trouble while you're out."
Derek: (smiling in a very teasing voice) "Hey System! I need one hot big botty African showty for 1 hour at a discount."
Jason: (irritated and annoyed) "Go from here, otherwise I will change my mind."
Derek scowled, turning on his heel and storming off. Jason's laughter echoed behind him as he left the training grounds, fuming.
Scene: The City Streets
As Derek made his way down to the city, his mood began to improve. The bustling streets were full of life, with merchants shouting about their goods, kids running through the crowds, and the smell of fresh food wafting through the air. It was a welcome change from the intense training he had been doing all morning.
Derek: (to himself, smiling) "Yeah, this is more like it. I need a break from all that. That Pervert surely doing that. He loves it whenever I go out."
He strolled through the market, taking in the sights and sounds, his irritation with Jason slowly fading away. But just as he was starting to relax, something—or rather, someone—caught his eye.
Derek: (groaning, under his breath) "That prick.....Not him again..."
There, standing by the entrance gate to the city, was the same kid who had been pestering him the last time he came to town. That kid—the one with the strange obsession with Derek and his "intruder" status. The kid spotted Derek almost immediately and lit up with excitement.
Kid: (shouting across the market, waving wildly) "Hey! You! The intruder!"
Derek: (groaning louder) "Oh, come on. Not again."
Derek immediately turned on his heel and began walking in the opposite direction, trying to avoid another encounter with the persistent child. But no matter how fast he walked, the kid somehow managed to keep up, weaving through the crowd with alarming speed.
SFX: The sound of hurried footsteps as the kid chases after Derek.
Kid: (grinning, running up beside him) "You're not getting away that easily!"
Derek: (annoyed, speeding up) "Fuck..Why do you always do this?!"
Kid: (laughing as he keeps pace) "It's more fun this way! You keep trying to run, but I always catch you!"
Derek sighed heavily, trying to shake the kid off by zigzagging through the crowd, but no matter what he did, the kid was right on his heels. Finally, after what felt like hours of trying to escape, Derek gave up and stopped in the middle of the street, panting.
SFX: Both of them breathing heavily after the chase.
Derek: (out of breath, glaring at the kid) "Why... why do you always hang around the entrance gate? Don't you have anything better to do?"
Kid: (also panting, but grinning widely) "I'm training to be the best soldier in the city! One day, I'm going to protect this place, so I've got to stay sharp and catch intruders like you!"
Derek: (scoffing, wiping sweat from his brow) "Intruders? I'm not an intruder. You know that."
Kid: (still grinning, unfazed by Derek's annoyance) "Doesn't matter. I've got to practice! Gotta be ready for anything."
Derek eyed the kid curiously. He wasn't sure whether to be impressed or exhausted by his boundless energy.
Derek: (sighing, shaking his head) "Aren't you supposed to be in school or something? How are you going to be a soldier if you don't even go to class?"
Kid: (proudly) "I don't need school. I'm going to be the best soldier in the city, and I'm going to do it my way. School's not going to teach me how to catch people like you!"
Derek: (rolling his eyes) "You're not going to catch anyone if all you do is hang out by the gate all day."
Kid: (grinning mischievously) "Oh yeah? Let's do it again. You hide, and I'll catch you this time for real!"
Derek: (offended, crossing his arms) "No! I'm not playing hide and seek with you again! I've got more important things to do. (Like a gentleman) Kiddoo, that's our game, we are grown and have some responsibilities"
Kid: (pouting, trying to look innocent) "Come on! It's just for fun! I'm getting better at it!"
Derek: (deadpan, turning away, furious and irritated) " Hey, You are dumb or what? Don't you get what I am telling to you? "
The kid continued to pout, but Derek was already walking away, determined not to get dragged into another one of the kid's endless games. He had enough on his plate without playing cat-and-mouse all over the city.
Scene: The Training Grounds, Near the City
As Derek made his way through the quieter parts of the city, something caught his eye—a familiar figure moving with precision and grace in one of the nearby training grounds. It was Charles, practicing alone. His sword cut through the air with impressive speed and strength, each movement carefully calculated.
SFX: The sound of Charles' sword slicing through the air, the soft thud of his feet against the ground.
Derek stopped in his tracks, watching from a distance. He could see the intense focus on Charles' face, the way his body moved with a fluidity that spoke of years of practice. For a moment, Derek felt a pang of envy. Charles always seemed so composed, so... perfect. But as he continued to watch, something else stirred within him—something far more dangerous than jealousy.
A slow, wild grin spread across Derek's face as he watched Charles.
Derek: (whispering to himself, his grin widening) "So... this is what you've been up to. I'll show you soon enough, Red Carpet (Charles). Just wait."
Derek's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and something darker as he turned away, the gears in his mind already spinning. Charles was a powerful competitor, but Derek had plans—plans that would make sure he wasn't overshadowed by anyone in the upcoming Gunxam. His smile looks evil and funny.