Post by Mikoto Masrur on Jan 23, 2017 12:09:29 GMT
It all started on one early morning where Mikoto was forced out of bed by his uncle, he was only 4. "Get up brat! Time to start training!" his Uncle Ram shouted. Though Mikoto rubbed his eyes "Train? For what Uncle Ram?" he asked while lying back into the comfortable bed where he cuddle the blanket. His Uncle ram grew angry and snatch the covers up away and pulled him out of the bed. Those large gripping the small head of Mikoto while being dragged outside. Struggling to be set free only to give up within 5 seconds, his massive size and grip was too much for the likes of this pimp squeak. Coming outside the poor 4 year old Fanalis was sent flying towards the dirt and end up crashing onto his side hard. "Time to get your ass in gear boy! If you go-" Uncle Ram paused when Mikoto was sniffing his nose while shedding a tear "I don't want to train. Its too hard! I just want to sleep!" Mikoto replied while beginning to tear up more. "No nephew is mine is going to be weak! You are a Fanalis. You were born to fight and train like your people! You can sleep when you're dead! Now on your feet boy!" Uncle Ram shouted, ordering the little boy. Mikoto stood up wiping away his tears trying to act tough by flexing his muscles but only lasted 5 seconds until he was out of breath "*Huff Huff Huff*" Mikoto panting. "Not like that!" Uncle shouted. Uncle shown a standing pose for Mikoto to see. The stance he shown Mikoto was having his feet slightly spread out taking a side on stance but they were left staggered. The legs were wider than the hips in length, Uncle ram had both feet angled slightly to the side. The knees were facing in the same direction as the feet "This stance boy is to help maintain balance. Your arms and legs are the pinnacle of body force. But we Fanalis are fighters, but our strongest part of our body is in the legs. So today will stand like that for 6 hours and when I return we will have you switch it up." he told Mikoto. Though Mikoto looked confused "How long is 6 hours?" he asked where his Uncle got bent out of shape in a comical way. "When your shadow has moved all around you in a circle and back to where it started." Uncle Ram replied. Mikoto nodded but he still had no clue how long that is, but his little mind was determined even if he had no clue the actual time and effort it would take.
Several hours has passed where Mikoto would been seen passed out sleep by his Uncle Ram. He gave him a hard punch to the head to wake up him. Mikoto rubbing his head with an anime lump on his head. "Old man! Why you do that!?" Mikoto complained "You were suppose to be in the position when I came back!" Uncle shouted. After that for days, weeks, Mikoto had been repeating the same routine and dimsum. Having to practice squatting for 6 hours, which those 6 hours progress to 12 hours. The training went to higher heights when he had to begin training by kicking bamboo trees, and hard surfaces. Training has been harsh but it was making Mikoto tougher. Months passed where Mikoto childish ways was beginning to mold into something more. He begin changing the demeanor to become a Fanalis. The training went on for months; which is consist of carrying boulders up mountains. Walking around with boulders tied to ropes attached to the ankles of Mikoto while going up hike trails. The training was never easy but Mikoto had developed a sense of determination wanting more. Wanting to do more, pushing his limits. A year later had passed where Mikoto had been a warrior in training, learning not just physical training but learning how to hone his mind and body. Bruises from training still mask within the flesh of his memories. It was then more training but training had him going up against wild beast in the forest area for 2 weeks. But it never stopped his training continues to push forward and progress through out his second year and then it all ended when that faithful day happened.
Mikoto had just turn 6 years old where he could be seen working out and training within his home. The first 2 years of training he learn many things and tend to keep on training to be the best fighter of the world. However, it all changes when the town of his people begin it go into chaos. They were attacked by armed men, town and village had been on fire. They was already having rough time in this dark era trying to feed the masses and now being attacked. "T-th-they.....killed....him." one villager stated entering the home of Mikoto's mother. "Who killed who?" Mikoto's mother asked. "Th-the navy....they killed Ram." he stated which Mikoto heard his Uncle been killed by an Navy officer. He went into a state of shock, the man who's been teaching him the last two years got killed, impossible? Stopping his session in push ups he would stare at the villager all spaced out "H-he can't be....dead. U-un-uncle Ram....he...he trained me." Mikoto utter walking up to the villager in a slow motion. His mother grabs him by the shoulder "Listen even the strongest fall my dear son. But we have to go, okay?" She told him but Mikoto eyes begin to tear up but instantly he remembering what he has been taught and sucked up his tears. Mikoto nodded his head at his mother (Villager)"Well there is a ship at the docks....you can't sneak aboard there. But you may want to hurry the navy is looking for all of the household vessel meaning you. Josie." he told her while peeking through the wooden doorway. As the coast was clear they made a hasty run towards the docks while the navy were exterminating their people. The sounds of scream of man, woman and child yelling in pain and agony. Kids were crying, women were screaming for help. But Mikoto and his mother never looked back. They managed to hop aboard the ship sneaking on it where it was a merchant ship that seems to being forced off this island by the Navy. Successfully they made it aboard and instantly hid within the bottom deck.
The life of little Red Lion has officially not ended, this is only where the story begins. See for months they been in hiding among the ship as it sailed through the seas for days on in, there were many times they could have left the ship. But the mother, Josie wanted to be sure they gotten far away from the North Blue. In fact, she never wanted to return. However, they were lucky enough to finally make it to the next big thing.....beyond the Red Line, right next to the Grand Line. The paradise island itself, Sabaody Archipelago they arrived on the very island next to the New World. But that was far as they gotten. They took refuge hiding upon the people and its inhabitant but it wasn't easy since they had no place to live or money. This went on and on for days until the Mother was so fed up that she did the unthinkable she took Mikoto to the auctioning house and sold him. After selling him he to another owner Josie took the berries and left. Mikoto went along with is new "Master" and of course he felt hurt, abandon but yet in a way compelled to do what was necessary to survive. Days later Mikoto couldn't help but think about that day his mother sold him to another man, named Lars Kadeem. He was a man whom buy gladiators, fighters to fight for money. Mikoto had watched them train in the yard for hours but their skills weren't as good as a Fanalis it made Mikoto chuckled to himself to see them lacking the proper skills. "What are you laughing at boy?" Lars spoke Mikoto soon answered "These men fight funny? My people could fight alot better than this." he said. "Oh? Is that so? I normally don't let kids fight but you talking pretty big boy." Lars replied while guiding the boy into the training area "Here. You fight him, you win I'll make you one of mines." he said to Mikoto giving him a nice gladiator short sword just for him. Mikoto taken the wooden sword carefully checking the weapon out (Fighter #1) "Listen here boy. I am not one to fight kids. But you stepping out here means you want to get beaten." He stated with a raspy voice. Mikoto stared at the tall behemoth, whom happens to be atleast 6 foot 3 feet tall. A muscular, and chiseled fighter where he has an angular face and an intimidating look to his personage — easily capable of instilling fear in creatures much weaker than himself; such a look is due to the glowing white eyes he exudes at a constant, making himself look like a berserker — a statement that's not far-off given the way he fights and his somewhat brash, twisted, and destructive personality. Having tanned skin that's darker than bronze, it has various markings etched in — extending to all parts of his body, including his face and feet. The purpose is to serve as an output for the incredulous amounts of energy at his command; whenever he uses one of his transformations or engages his magical talents, they glow brightly — creating an aura of sorts that make him more intimidating than initially perceived. This behemoth has silvery spiky-hair that stands on edge and puffy eyebrows that curved in an unusual manner.
However, this red head young boy wasn't intimidated by such an appearance. Though he didn't say much but gestured him to come and which the man charged with the wooden blade lunging it towards Mikoto. Which he jumped over the blade by a few inches keeping his legs and knee bent up to his chest. His body allowed him to use height difference as an advantage. As Mikoto had been above the blade but at the same height as the attacker, being in a crane like position. The right leg stretched outwards pointing the knee to the face as it collided with the nose. Using not only the strength he had but also using the momentum the fighter had charging forward. And of course the behemoth got sent flying few meters away with a bloody broken nose. The spectators around the house and the training yard were stunned. (Fighter) "Y-y-you damn....brat! How dare you break my nose!?" He yelled in anger and sprinting towards the young boy after grabbing a real sword out of spite and embarrassed by Mikoto. He came back swinging the sword in diagonal angles, Mikoto carefully watch his steps and the swing of the hips. Following those he side step each strike while backing away step by step. Until he side step the last strike, Mikoto place all of the weight within his feet. Where veins were appearing around the ankles down to the feet. Simultaneously, the moment he lift the right foot upwards, before doing so the floor underneath his sole caved in just a bit where it caused a crack. The leg was lift up into a kick to the stomach of the tall fighter. Upon this heavy collision it caused the fighter too go pure white eyed and was gasping for air. Spit flew out and he simply laid on the ground face first with the buttocks in the air. Again......Mikoto shocked everyone there and he simply walked off with his hands behind his head.
(to be continued)
Several hours has passed where Mikoto would been seen passed out sleep by his Uncle Ram. He gave him a hard punch to the head to wake up him. Mikoto rubbing his head with an anime lump on his head. "Old man! Why you do that!?" Mikoto complained "You were suppose to be in the position when I came back!" Uncle shouted. After that for days, weeks, Mikoto had been repeating the same routine and dimsum. Having to practice squatting for 6 hours, which those 6 hours progress to 12 hours. The training went to higher heights when he had to begin training by kicking bamboo trees, and hard surfaces. Training has been harsh but it was making Mikoto tougher. Months passed where Mikoto childish ways was beginning to mold into something more. He begin changing the demeanor to become a Fanalis. The training went on for months; which is consist of carrying boulders up mountains. Walking around with boulders tied to ropes attached to the ankles of Mikoto while going up hike trails. The training was never easy but Mikoto had developed a sense of determination wanting more. Wanting to do more, pushing his limits. A year later had passed where Mikoto had been a warrior in training, learning not just physical training but learning how to hone his mind and body. Bruises from training still mask within the flesh of his memories. It was then more training but training had him going up against wild beast in the forest area for 2 weeks. But it never stopped his training continues to push forward and progress through out his second year and then it all ended when that faithful day happened.
Mikoto had just turn 6 years old where he could be seen working out and training within his home. The first 2 years of training he learn many things and tend to keep on training to be the best fighter of the world. However, it all changes when the town of his people begin it go into chaos. They were attacked by armed men, town and village had been on fire. They was already having rough time in this dark era trying to feed the masses and now being attacked. "T-th-they.....killed....him." one villager stated entering the home of Mikoto's mother. "Who killed who?" Mikoto's mother asked. "Th-the navy....they killed Ram." he stated which Mikoto heard his Uncle been killed by an Navy officer. He went into a state of shock, the man who's been teaching him the last two years got killed, impossible? Stopping his session in push ups he would stare at the villager all spaced out "H-he can't be....dead. U-un-uncle Ram....he...he trained me." Mikoto utter walking up to the villager in a slow motion. His mother grabs him by the shoulder "Listen even the strongest fall my dear son. But we have to go, okay?" She told him but Mikoto eyes begin to tear up but instantly he remembering what he has been taught and sucked up his tears. Mikoto nodded his head at his mother (Villager)"Well there is a ship at the docks....you can't sneak aboard there. But you may want to hurry the navy is looking for all of the household vessel meaning you. Josie." he told her while peeking through the wooden doorway. As the coast was clear they made a hasty run towards the docks while the navy were exterminating their people. The sounds of scream of man, woman and child yelling in pain and agony. Kids were crying, women were screaming for help. But Mikoto and his mother never looked back. They managed to hop aboard the ship sneaking on it where it was a merchant ship that seems to being forced off this island by the Navy. Successfully they made it aboard and instantly hid within the bottom deck.
The life of little Red Lion has officially not ended, this is only where the story begins. See for months they been in hiding among the ship as it sailed through the seas for days on in, there were many times they could have left the ship. But the mother, Josie wanted to be sure they gotten far away from the North Blue. In fact, she never wanted to return. However, they were lucky enough to finally make it to the next big thing.....beyond the Red Line, right next to the Grand Line. The paradise island itself, Sabaody Archipelago they arrived on the very island next to the New World. But that was far as they gotten. They took refuge hiding upon the people and its inhabitant but it wasn't easy since they had no place to live or money. This went on and on for days until the Mother was so fed up that she did the unthinkable she took Mikoto to the auctioning house and sold him. After selling him he to another owner Josie took the berries and left. Mikoto went along with is new "Master" and of course he felt hurt, abandon but yet in a way compelled to do what was necessary to survive. Days later Mikoto couldn't help but think about that day his mother sold him to another man, named Lars Kadeem. He was a man whom buy gladiators, fighters to fight for money. Mikoto had watched them train in the yard for hours but their skills weren't as good as a Fanalis it made Mikoto chuckled to himself to see them lacking the proper skills. "What are you laughing at boy?" Lars spoke Mikoto soon answered "These men fight funny? My people could fight alot better than this." he said. "Oh? Is that so? I normally don't let kids fight but you talking pretty big boy." Lars replied while guiding the boy into the training area "Here. You fight him, you win I'll make you one of mines." he said to Mikoto giving him a nice gladiator short sword just for him. Mikoto taken the wooden sword carefully checking the weapon out (Fighter #1) "Listen here boy. I am not one to fight kids. But you stepping out here means you want to get beaten." He stated with a raspy voice. Mikoto stared at the tall behemoth, whom happens to be atleast 6 foot 3 feet tall. A muscular, and chiseled fighter where he has an angular face and an intimidating look to his personage — easily capable of instilling fear in creatures much weaker than himself; such a look is due to the glowing white eyes he exudes at a constant, making himself look like a berserker — a statement that's not far-off given the way he fights and his somewhat brash, twisted, and destructive personality. Having tanned skin that's darker than bronze, it has various markings etched in — extending to all parts of his body, including his face and feet. The purpose is to serve as an output for the incredulous amounts of energy at his command; whenever he uses one of his transformations or engages his magical talents, they glow brightly — creating an aura of sorts that make him more intimidating than initially perceived. This behemoth has silvery spiky-hair that stands on edge and puffy eyebrows that curved in an unusual manner.
However, this red head young boy wasn't intimidated by such an appearance. Though he didn't say much but gestured him to come and which the man charged with the wooden blade lunging it towards Mikoto. Which he jumped over the blade by a few inches keeping his legs and knee bent up to his chest. His body allowed him to use height difference as an advantage. As Mikoto had been above the blade but at the same height as the attacker, being in a crane like position. The right leg stretched outwards pointing the knee to the face as it collided with the nose. Using not only the strength he had but also using the momentum the fighter had charging forward. And of course the behemoth got sent flying few meters away with a bloody broken nose. The spectators around the house and the training yard were stunned. (Fighter) "Y-y-you damn....brat! How dare you break my nose!?" He yelled in anger and sprinting towards the young boy after grabbing a real sword out of spite and embarrassed by Mikoto. He came back swinging the sword in diagonal angles, Mikoto carefully watch his steps and the swing of the hips. Following those he side step each strike while backing away step by step. Until he side step the last strike, Mikoto place all of the weight within his feet. Where veins were appearing around the ankles down to the feet. Simultaneously, the moment he lift the right foot upwards, before doing so the floor underneath his sole caved in just a bit where it caused a crack. The leg was lift up into a kick to the stomach of the tall fighter. Upon this heavy collision it caused the fighter too go pure white eyed and was gasping for air. Spit flew out and he simply laid on the ground face first with the buttocks in the air. Again......Mikoto shocked everyone there and he simply walked off with his hands behind his head.
(to be continued)
