Utter Domination

KJ turned and he looked slightly annoyed, "I don't think I am anything, I am only me, nothing else. A lot of people in this world live in false realities they make in their own minds. They believe them to be true without even knowing the facts of it all."

"Here, I'll give you an example. You don't even know me, you just met me, yet you believe you know why I do the things I do. You believe these either because you think they are true or because you want a reaction. All in all, there's no reason to react at all. It's not true so there's no need to react, however… I'll give you a reaction, I just don't know if it's one you would like."

The other man swung his arm out once KJ got into his range of attack. His hand swung and he tried to backhand KJ across the face. KJ slightly leaned back and dodged the attack effortlessly.

He came over the right with an elbow and clipped the man on his nose. He rose his face in confusion, "How dare you harm my face." As he raised his face a distinct difference could be seen. His nose was now crooked, it was now curved heavily towards the right, he kind of looked like big bird from sesame street at the moment.

He raised his hand and covered his nose as he noticed what happened. He was pissed as he lunged his hands towards KJ in an effort to claw at him, "I hope you know you're paying for this."

KJ didn't give him any breathing space. He grabbed the man's outstretched hand and bent it backwards. The man didn't care for the pain as adrenaline was pumping through him. KJ was going to stop here but as he saw the man continuing, he did as well. KJ started with his pinky and moved to his other fingers.

SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP aaaaaaaaaand SNAP

The man threw his left fist at KJ and then he noticed it. All of his fingers on his hand were bent and contorted. His fingers were practically bent so far back that they were facing him. As he noticed this he focused more on his hand, with the adrenaline gone the pain took its place.

He screamed in pain as he dropped to the floor while clutching his wrist. He had never faced a potentially permanent injury before. This time he would learn a lesson.

KJ's expressionless voice rang in the air, "I have no further issues with you, don't find trouble with me and I could care less about you."

Old man Taihe waved down KJ because he was beginning to leave. "Young man thanks you for taking care of this by minimizing damages. Other men would act far more aggressively because they see an old man and believe I am senile and incapable of much. However, you have shown wisdom and even showed appreciation for my daggers that many see as scrap. Here take these before you leave."

KJ turned as he heard whistling in the air. Old man Taihe used a bit of his spiritual energy and sent the daggers flying over to KJ, letting them land gently in his palm. "Take them as a gift. I don't know all the secrets in those daggers as they were mostly made by my master. The only thing I did was give it a name, nonetheless, he said I was a co-creator. I hope you master them diligently; I wish to see them soar in all their glory. No need for payment, I'll take this fellow to get some help with his hand."

KJ spoke as he put the daggers away into his pouch, "Thank you Taihe, hopefully, one day I can show you the true power of these daggers."

Taihe: Farewell, I hope to see you soon

KJ: As do I, as do I.

And with that KJ vanished into the streets of the marketplace and darted back to his home.

KJ: Kabal speed up we're heading back. I didn't expect to get any flying daggers, I need to inspect this right away.

Kabal: I have a few questions for you as well, hopefully, you can answer them once we get back.

KJ: I was planning on meeting the king again, but these daggers were out of my plans

After a bit of travelling, they finally got back to their house. As soon as they entered, they got together and sat at the wooden table. KJ pulled a chair out and sat down. Kabal went passed him and brought a bottle of aged whisky out of the cabinet.

Kabal: Ayla gave me this bottle as a gift, even though he can be quite wary of us he still treats us well

KJ: What do we need that bottle for?

Kabal: Drinking of course. It's nice we can sip on it leisurely, also it's gonna be a long talk.

Kabal poured the finely aged whisky into his glass filling it a bit below halfway. He gestured to KJ with an empty cup, "drinking it straight like always? Or do you want a chase."

KJ: You know me, and you know alcohol, I'll let you decide.

As KJ finished his sentence, Kabal was already pouring it straight into the glass. He dropped a bit of ice into each glass and finally took his seat.

Kabal took a big gulp and set the glass down, "KJ, I love you brother but you gotta tell me, what the fuck is goin on?"

KJ let out a small chuckle as he took a sip, "damn if you wanted to know so bad you know you could've just asked me, right? Ask me anything, you know I don't really keep secrets. Where do you wanna start?"

Kabal swirled the ice around in his cup, "well for starters, how do you know so much?"