《Thundering Dragon》Thundering Dragon: First form, First Art
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Leiming ordered Ban Ban to travel much slower back to camp. He wished to enjoy the scenery, ever since the events occurred the horizon towards the lower half of the planet looked mesmerizing. Enjoying such a scene was everybodys right.
Leiming glanced over at Wenrou who seemed down and gloomy. He nonchalantly inquired 'what's the matter Wenrou?'
Wenrou's head still hung low. He just quietly whispered 'Sorry to have caused you trouble again master. It was my fault..'
'Haha.. is that what your worried about?' The sudden change in Leiming's voice jolted Wenrou from his gloomy expression. He looked up with a curious gaze, he curiously asked 'what's so funny?'
'You've already made me proud, you didn't ask for me to fight your battles and most of all you didn't fight back in anger...' as he said so he smilingly looked at Wenrou. He continued after a slight pause 'if you really did strike him with all that Ki, swelling up in your wrist, you would have exploded your his head along with your hand.'
Wenrou looked a little skeptical at what his master had said. He looked at his fist, only to feel the swelling throb it could make sense in a way. If all of that Ki, came exploding out maybe it's true that his fist would explode. However, he still held his doubts to himself.
Leiming could see what Wenrou was thinking to himself. Reading people's expression is a form of lesson all martial artists should be open to. Noticing that Wenrou still had slight disbeliefs, he scoffed and said 'go ahead and try to punch the air, release all that trapped Ki. See if you still have your wanking hand in a minute. Haha.'
Whatever notions Wenrou had, or disbliefs flew out his mind. He just embarrasingly looked up and muttered 'don't go shouting that everywhere! Fucker!'
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'Ey' watch who your calling a fucker you piece of shit!' Leiming slapped Wenrou in a reflex action.
'Hahaha, sorry master. Forgive your shitty desciple' Wenrou bowed to Leiming, but then Leiming also couldn't hold it in he joined in laughing as well 'Haha. Don't worry shitty desciple your shitty master will teach you everything in time.'
They both continued to laugh calling each other shitty, which made ban ban also join in shouting 'Rarara'
Suddenly, Wenrou and Leiming stopped laughing. Looking seriously at Ban Ban which in turn made Ban Ban worry somehimg was up. All of a sudden the atmosphere tensed up. Leiming slapped Ban Ban on the head softly and said 'Your the only shitty baby here' both Wenrou and Leiming tried to keep a straight face for as long as they could. It didn't last for two breaths time as they both broke into howling laughter immediately after.
Ban Ban was a but confused but seeing Leiming and Wenrou suddenly broke into more laughter which made him more delighted. Also, the word shitty baby sounded extremely funny to him. He swam through the air screaming 'Rararitty raraby'.
As they made there way back to camp, Leiming moved closer to Wenrou. Slapping his wrist and then moving his palm from his swollen wrist back to his shoulder he dispersed all of the trapped Ki.
He slowly continued, as he inspected Wenrou 'The body is a vessel for Ki. You move it through your Meridians, and blood stream. The tendons, bones and muscles act as a canal. It is extremely important that you understand this. In the future don't do anything rash okay? Not if you want to hop to where your going.'
Wenrou only nodded. Leiming got up to walk to his quarters. As he walked further away, he casually mentioned 'get some rest for the laps tomorrow.'
Wenrou's face slightly convulged at that, Leiming quickly added 'In a week I will show you your first Art!' As he was walking away, he moved closer to a stone boulder slightly greater than him in height. Throwing out his left hand he punched the boulder in a straight forward fashion. It looked so calm as he did it. He retracted him arm and slowly walked back to his personal quarters.
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Wenrou looked a little dissapointed. Nothig happened, actually no! There's something on the stone boulder now? He got up and ran towards it in an excited fashion. As he got closer, his excitement turned dull. It was just a small crack?
He casually placed his hands on the boulder, trying to inspect the crack. However, nothing unusal happened... 'maybe the crack was already there?' He thought quietly to himself.
He looked dejectedly at the stone boulder. He turned back to walk to his bed, with his hands in his pockets. He took a few steps to hear an eroding sound take place behind him. The sound slowly started of quietly but eventually grew. It was like insects eroding bark!
He turned round in a wary fashion only to jump out his spot in fear! The stone boulders front side was completely fine, but that wasn't what startled him. The rest of the boulder behind the front bit had completely eroded, vanished! How was this possible?
He quickly walked back over, his steps much faster this time. The crack was still there, the front of the boulder was still intact, but past that part had all crumbled into dust! It was truly scary, his mind couldn't make sense of it at all.
'How is that possible?' He exclaimed in his heart.
After examing the boulder for as long as he could. He hugged it and kissed it, this would soon be his first Martial Arts!
He returned to his bed, but he couldn't sleep. He kept rememberig Leimings movement, imprinted in his kind he began to slowly decipher the secrets of what had happened. As he thought about it, he began to quietly drift of to sleep.
Wenrou had fallen asleep for awhile now. The sky was pitch black. The clouds slowly drifted in the sky, like a set of jewelry adorning a beautiful dark maiden. Leiming could be seen sottimg over Wenrou, the amount of Ki, releasd by Wenrou while he was sleeping was astonishing. When he first saw this event occur was the first night since Wenrou absorbed the world pill, and the dark wenrou had nearly obliterated his right arm.
He stayed still, slowly moving the excess Ki around Wenrou's body ensuring nothing was trapped or clotted. 'His body is releasing the Ki subconciously, his Dantian isn't rotating but it is conciously releasing the Ki. By the looks of it a lot more tonight.' He silently sounded.
He only yawned, the amount of sleep he had sleep since that day was at most three to four hours a day. He slowly looked upto the night sky, so many thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't help shudder as a few words arose in his mind. His face turned grim as the words reminded him of something he had nearly forgotten...
'You will kill someone close to you...' like the slight breeze, the words entered and quickly left his mind. He only subconciously looked down at Wenrou, his only desciple to date.
Although, the words quickly left. The damage was still done, his polite mood had been reverted to a violent aura of thunder and anger. He whispered a few small words in anger as he grinded his teeth 'wait for me to come back and relieve you of those vile eyes!'
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