Combat master VS combat genius

"Fine, whatever is that all, anything else you need?" Asked Marko exasperated.

"Might need some ore's, not soon though so you might forget about that for now, I might think of something else to add by then." I spoke as I scratched my head.

"Okay then, I'm out talk to you later bro."

"Talk to you later."

I didn't even notice that I arrived at dojo by the time we finished talking, this place always brings back memories and some remnant pain in my body.

"Yo master, I see this place is as empty as always, that should mean you are still charming as always." I yelled out as I entered the dojo.

"You brat, it's been a while since you last visited, which waters spat you out this morning?"

"Well I thought I could at least try and pretend being filial and check upon you, seems like you are doing fine even without me around, and here I thought your old stone heart already got cracked by me."

"Still spouting nonsense I see, come over here let me give you a good beating to teach you something about respect toward your elders."

"My respect is just fine; it's your smelly beard that's itching to play games with poor me again."

As I answered a figure slowly appeared from stairs. As it appeared not too far away in front of me gust of wind rushed in my face as smile slowly spread on my face while I dodged to the right.

"Tsk, still refusing to use your fists, let's see if I can make you use them."

"No matter how much you grumble I'm not using them even if you break me all over again." I answered as foot rushed at my face, I crouched to dodge it and leaped backwards to dodge whatever strike might come following after, which was of course futile because as soon as that foot passed a spear like fist came rushing at my chest.

I chuckled at this sight, every single time for every single person this old man has to start smashing people around without much reason. There really are not much people who would like to join a dojo when first thing they get when they enter this dojo is a fist flying at their face.

"Old man this attitude of yours is what keeps your customers away, tell me when was last time someone wanted to train in this dojo?"

"Oh last person was a smelly brat with screwed up head and sharp mouth, his head is full of good for nothing stuff but he has a knack for using his body right, a pity though, he is a damn Siscon."

"I see, so no one came after me, doesn't that tell you something?"

"It tells me kids nowadays have no respect for their elders and are so wimpy that they run away at first obstacle in front of them."

"Oh come on master, its age for leisure why do you expect of people to come to a place where they only get beaten up, it's your picture of the world that's gone wrong."

"Men have to be able to fight, doesn't matter if it's peace or war its men's obligation toward his body."

"You can't teach people how to fight by beating them up master; no one is sucker for pain that much."

"Why can't I? Look at yourself I taught you well didn't I, now stop dodging and let me give you a good beating."

"I'm different, I'm I genius student taught by genius master, and who knows I might even really be a sucker for pain, but I still have enough reason in this head of mine not to stop dodging when a fist is flying at my face."

Yeah, never once did he stop trying to smack me ever since we started talking, this could be called my usual routine with master every time I come to this dojo.

"Stop acting like a monkey flying around the room and act like a man and properly use your fists the way it was intended."

"No can't do master, you know I can't use these hands, they are used for holding my little sister, but my legs on the other hand…" I spoke as an evil smirk formed on my face, with a leg sweep I retaliated swiftly and sent a barrage of kicks toward now airborne master, he used his hands to block my first strike and used his hands and my leg as leverage to leap over me, I can feel rush of wind at the back of my head so I used one of my movements from my footwork technique to evade.

"It's that same monkey technique, what was its name, if I remember correctly it sounded like some child game."

"Oh you mean Ghost dancing under summer moonlight? Yeah it's a movement technique my friend thought me, quite convenient isn't it? Saved my head from being bashed by you quite of few times."

"You could be such a combat genius if you just stopped playing around and used your fists for once, such a pity…"

"If you think I'm not good enough you are welcome in beating some sense into me, I might be wrong but it seems you haven't landed a single strike on me since we started…" I shouldn't have said that, once I realized what I said I sensed heavy pressure on me, it's like sitting in the dark and knowing that there is a wild beast sitting somewhere in the dark waiting for a chance to pounce.

"Brat, you think you are something just because this old man goes easy on you huh, let's see if there is some might behind that stupid arrogance of yours."

I hastily used every single technique I knew in dodging, to someone outside it might seem like I'm jumping around randomly like a fool but if I don't I know I'm in for a treat if I don't. This is master's masterpiece of combat, it's a technique he developed over the years in mercenaries, and he calls it "The great Hunt". Now I can't see nor hear him, I can't even sense his presence anywhere around me but I know he is here, like a mountain lion waiting for a fresh kill.

I turned around as I felt him tap my shoulder. "You lose kid; go now make some tea let's have a proper talk."

Tsk, I'm really envious of that technique, he never wanted to teach me how he does it, he always responds with "Far too young and soft" or "Grow some hairs first" in response every time I ask him to teach me.