Blackout.

With all of my might, I threw a punch that pushed my father back a few feet. He looked at me confused, but he fixed his facial expression and put an excited look on his face. He seemed like he was actually going to fight back for the first time in my life. My body brewed with nothing but excitement. This new power enabled me to fight to where the strongest man I knew was taking me seriously. We went back and forth with blows for a few minutes, each of us holding our own, I could clearly tell he was using close to half his full strength, but this was better than the tenth he used to use against me. It was cutting close to five minutes; I was sweating bullets, and I knew my time was coming to It's end. My punches became as weak as an ant, my movement became sloppy, I needed to put everything into a punch and finish this. I charged my fist and focused on my movement; I Looked at him and saw my opening. That's when I ran up to him as fast as my frail body would allow and swung my fist past the place where he usually blocked and landed my final blow. This blow knocked my father to the ground, the damage to me was much worse, I fell to the ground and coughed up blood. My body not being adjusted to the spirit wasn't able to handle the aftermath of losing the power, with a combination of that and my sick body caused mayhem in my stomach, even though on the outside, I only had burn from the matt we sparred on.

Dad: are you okay, Hachi?

Me: Yeah, I should be fine.. I'm sorry for still disappointing you, I lost pretty bad.

Dad: Don't say that, you got me pretty good; I wasn't expecting your final blow to have that much power behind it, you're almost as strong as your mother.

Dad: Im proud of you, son.

When he said this, it reminded me of what my mom said during the trial. Was she really proud of the new heights I've reached? Suddenly my body hurt, with the same throbbing pain I felt after I got home with the girl. I still didn't know where she was. I didn't really want to stop; I felt something charging threw my body telling me to keep going, yet I couldn't move. My mind was slowly getting clogged up, it hadn't hit me I still had so much I needed to do. This was where my stress amplified. My body shook, the pain was catching up, something was really wrong with me. I blacked out and faded back in. This cycle repeated for a few minutes. I could see myself in my father's arms, he was carrying me home. Something that has never happened before. This confused me, but I closed my eyes and finally gave into the torment my body was causing me.

I woke up in my bedroom, My pastel purple walls, white sheeted bed and the ceiling fan spinning like one of the roller coasters I used to ride made me feel okay, Nothing was wrong now. When I sat up, I saw my father looking at me with an extremely serious face; I knew something was up.

Dad: I need you to promise me you'll never repeat a thing I tell you to the rest of the family, What I'm about to say stays between you and me.