《A Certain Asura Discovers His Origin》The Meaning Of Strength
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We slowly descended toward the cabin and honestly despite the word of the overzealous old man Shiroi, I wasn't particularly excited about it. It was dead center of a small clearing in the woods, 10x10 and wooden.
Once we had finally landed Shiroi placed his hand on the wooden door, I immediately felt a wave of searing hot energy attack my skin.
"ARGHHH!!!" The pain was unbearable, I dropped to my knees and threw up the contents of my bowels. My eyes started to close
"Shit, I forgot he doesn't circulate Qi yet so he cant protect himself. Nico, circulate his Qi before the boy dies..." My consciousness finally faded.
"How the fuck did it end up like this" Shoto uttered in a low growl. One stupid decision and a day later he finds himself shackled to a cold damp stone wall. Shoto was in what appears to be a cell underground.
He was alone with nothing but his thoughts. He had to escape, there was no time to be regretful he must collect himself if he wants a chance at life.
Shoto heard footsteps approaching his cellar, from the the sound he extrapolated that there were two individuals; Shoto had always had immaculate senses since he was a child: his vision was impeccable, he could always see further than his peers, his sense of smell was horrifyingly potent and he always had a knack for noticing things other people didn't. As the two individuals inched closer he was able to pick up on their conversation.
"He's naught but a bloody halfling Shiroi, Why in gods name are we keeping him alive!?"an angry fellow yelled defiantly.
"Nico, we cant possibly appose the Emperors orders just because of your whim. This is not up for discussion, now stand at your post and behave yourself I'll be back in 1 hour to switch with you."
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I held my head In pain and disbelief, how had I fallen unconscious so suddenly? What in Gods name happened? He pulled himself out of his thoughts when he heard the methodic footsteps from earlier approach his cell.
"Boy." It was Shiroi. "Boy, are you awake yet?" Shiroi was about to turn around as I had left a ten second interval before groggily replying.
"I'm... awake." Shiroi stopped in his tracks opened my cell door and stepped In.
With a flick of his hand a wooden table and two chairs appeared, the table had a multitude of steaming hot meats and different types of fruit. *Growl...* My stomach made numerous noises watching such a sight.
Had I forgot how hungry I was? I looked down and my handcuffs had disappeared and I was suddenly a free man.
"Sit." Shiroi said gently. As if possessed by his words, I moved toward the table sat down and dug into the feast before me.
After a full ten minutes of stuffing my face, I made a satisfied noise and settled down to look at the man before me, only to see clear contempt on his face.
"Are you...finished? Shiroi said slowly not trying to hide his disdain. "If you are, I'd like to ask you some very important questions. If you can answer mine honestly, then you can ask me anything you would like and I promise to answer to the best of my ability's. How does that sound kid." I looked at him for full a minute and finally gave an answer
"Deal".
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