Scene: Mountain Residence - Early Morning
The serene mountain air is thick with the scent of pine, and the early morning light filters through the mist, illuminating the small, yet well-maintained mountain residence of Jason Anghad. The wooden structure blends into the natural landscape, with its rugged beauty complemented by the towering trees and cascading waterfalls in the distance. But inside the humble abode, things are far less tranquil.
Jason, seated lazily in a chair by the window, is treated like a king. His muscular frame, tall and imposing, looks completely at ease as Derek Onisek bustles around the room, tending to his every need. Jason lifts his hand, beckoning for another glass of water, and Derek is already there, obediently offering him what he asked for. Jason watches in mild amusement as Derek runs about, almost feverishly, taking care of even the smallest tasks.
SFX: The clink of glass, the shuffling of footsteps, and the soft rustle of cloth as Derek moves quickly across the room.
Derek isn't just doing the normal chores; he's doing everything. From washing Jason's clothes—including his underwear—to polishing the swords hanging on the walls, to even making sure Jason's room is impeccably neat. Jason glances around with a slight smirk, clearly enjoying the kingly treatment, though there's a hint of confusion mixed with his satisfaction.
Jason: (thinking to himself, quietly amused) "I don't know why he's doing this... but I'm not about to complain."
He leans back in his chair, watching as Derek hurries past him, cleaning everything in sight. Jason raises an eyebrow as Derek even begins folding some freshly washed clothes. Underwear included.
SFX: The soft rustle of fabric, the occasional creak of floorboards, and the faint murmur of wind outside.
It's a strange arrangement. Derek, normally so lively and mischievous, has taken on the role of a servant with uncharacteristic zeal. He's doing everything without complaint, even indulging Jason's increasingly frequent and wasteful uses of Teja to rent girls for pleasure. Jason, though unsure of Derek's sudden dedication, is more than happy to bask in the attention. He smirks to himself, leaning back even further.
SFX: Jason stretches, his bones cracking softly. The soft sound of fabric being folded, and the click of dishes being arranged.
Scene: Meditation and Training - The Next Morning
The next morning, the soft glow of dawn spills into the room, and Jason, sitting cross-legged on a mat, begins his daily meditation. His body is still and calm, his breathing deep and rhythmic as he focuses inward, tapping into the flow of his Teja. Meanwhile, Derek is outside, training furiously. The sound of his movements cuts through the still air, his grunts of effort punctuating the otherwise peaceful atmosphere.
SFX: The quiet hum of wind through the trees, the steady rhythm of Jason's breathing, and the sharp sound of Derek's training strikes against the wooden post.
Derek moves with intensity, practicing the Drought Blade technique, one of the most difficult patterns to master. His blade slices through the air with deadly precision, each swing leaving behind a faint shimmer of Teja energy that crackles in the air.
SFX: A sharp, electric whoosh of the sword cutting through the air, followed by the crackling sound of Teja's energy discharging.
Derek has been at it for hours, perfecting every movement, every stance, until he feels the technique becoming second nature. The sweat rolls down his face, but he doesn't stop. Not even for a second. He's determined to perfect this technique before the Gunxam Exam—determined to prove himself worthy.
As Derek completes a final sequence, his sword glows with a faint, blue aura before striking the wooden post in front of him. The post shatters in an explosion of energy, the wood splintering in every direction as the force of his attack causes the ground to tremble slightly.
SFX: A loud crack, followed by a deep thud as the post collapses, dust kicking up into the air.
Jason, still in meditation, opens one eye at the sound, glancing over at Derek. He watches as Derek stands during the destruction, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. Jason raises an eyebrow, impressed despite himself.
Jason: (grumbling, breaking his meditation briefly) "Not bad. You've improved."
Derek wipes the sweat from his brow, turning toward Jason with a small, satisfied grin.
Derek: (breathless but proud) "You're damn right I have. I've been training non-stop. Perfected the Drought Blade today."
Jason doesn't respond right away, his eyes narrowing as he watches Derek. Something about his dedication catches his attention, but he can't quite put his finger on it. Instead, he sighs and stretches out, standing up from his meditation mat.
Jason: (casually) "You've been working harder than usual, Derek. What's this about? What are you trying to prove?"
Derek walks over, dropping down onto the grass, still breathing heavily from his training session. He wipes his face again and glances up at Jason, his green eyes serious for once.
Derek: (firmly) "You're my Master. It's my responsibility to do this. I need to be ready for the Gunxam Exam, and I need to be strong enough to prove that your training hasn't gone to waste."
Jason raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.
Jason: (gruffly) "And what does all this have to do with you doing my laundry? Washing my clothes, cleaning my house—hell, even dealing with my... extracurricular activities?"
Derek shrugs, leaning back on his elbows.
Derek: (grinning slightly) "Well, you know... that's part of it too. It's all about dedication, right? You're my master, so I take care of things. Besides, you've got enough on your plate. No need for you to worry about the small stuff."
Jason chuckles softly, shaking his head. He still doesn't fully understand why Derek is going to such lengths, but he's content to let it slide. After all, who wouldn't enjoy being treated like royalty?
SFX: The soft hum of wind through the trees, the sound of Jason stretching his arms, and the faint clink of metal as Derek rests his sword against the ground.
Scene: The Next Day - More Training and Frustration
The next day dawns just as beautifully, with the mountains shrouded in mist and the sun slowly rising behind them. Derek is already outside, training hard once again, his movements precise and deadly. The crackling of Teja's energy follows each strike, and the sound of his sword cutting through the air is sharp and focused.
Jason, meanwhile, is seated nearby, once again deep in meditation. His breathing is steady, and the aura of his Teja surrounds him like a gentle glow.
SFX: The soft hum of Jason's deep breathing, the occasional sharp sound of Derek's sword cutting through the air.
After several hours, Derek pauses, wiping the sweat from his face as he approaches Jason. He's eager, his eyes glinting with determination.
Derek: (eagerly) "Master, I've been training hard. I want to learn more techniques before the Gunxam. Teach me something new. Please."
Jason doesn't even open his eyes. His voice is calm, almost detached.
Jason: (casually) "No. I've taught you enough. Let me meditate."
Derek frowns, clearly not satisfied with that answer.
Derek: (persisting) "Come on, Master! I need more. The Gunxam isn't just about basic skills. I need something more advanced—something that'll give me an edge."
Jason's eyes remain closed, his expression unchanging.
Jason: (firmly) "I said no, Derek. Meditate, and train what you've already learned. That's enough."
Derek, frustrated but unwilling to give up, tries again, pacing in front of Jason.
Derek: (pleading) "Master, if I don't learn more, I won't stand a chance. What if I pressure you? Would that work?"
Jason opens one eye slightly, smirking as he leans back.
Jason: (teasingly) "You can pressure me all you want, but I'm not budging. If you're so eager to fight in Gunxam, go ahead and train harder. But I'm done for now."
Before Derek can say another word, Jason closes his eyes again, returning to his meditation. Derek paces a few more times, clearly irritated, before finally sighing in defeat. He picks up his sword and prepares to continue training.
But before he can strike again, the atmosphere shifts. A figure approaches from the edge of the clearing, shrouded in a flowing white cloak. The figure moves silently, their steps almost ghost-like as they approach the two men.
SFX: The soft shuffle of footsteps, the faint rustle of fabric as the white cloak flutters in the breeze.
Derek pauses, his sword halfway through the air, as he turns toward the figure. His green eyes widen in surprise, unsure of who—or what—is approaching.
Derek: (cautiously) "Who's there?"
Jason, still deep in meditation, doesn't move at first, but the figure in white continues to approach silently. Their presence is almost otherworldly, the air around them growing colder as they draw closer.
SFX: The soft whoosh of wind through the trees, the faint rustling of the cloak as the figure draws near.
Derek grips his sword tighter, his body tense as he watches the figure approach. He glances at Jason, wondering why his master hasn't reacted yet. But Jason finally opens his eyes, his gaze shifting to the approaching figure, a flicker of recognition crossing his face.
Jason: (quietly, almost to himself) "You..."
The figure in white stops just a few feet away, their face still hidden beneath the cloak's hood. The air grows heavy with anticipation as the scene fades to black.