Chapter 39 - Meaning of art

Marc woke up early as his family engraved in his brain. Not that he hated waking up early as the day will be longer and he will have much more time to do fun stuff. Sleeping too long is just a waste of time.

(A/: Me, the author, loves sleeping so I don't agree with the statement I have written…)

Deciding to be productive and train both his body and magic without waking the beauty up that's sleeping on him. Marc looked at the nearby pillow and used 'Substitution Jutsu' to replace himself with the pillow in a very smooth and quick action. And to his luck, she didn't wake up.

"I actually might have a high talent in becoming a ninja." Marc thought ignoring he's the type to make a ruckus everywhere.

After watching Lisa's facial expressions for a minute to make sure she didn't wake up, he walked outside her house to train in the giant backyard where he spotted two other houses nearby. He was curious who and what type of people they were but he wanted to train before doing anything else.

As for the training itself, Marc was impatient and thought about training some advanced stuff, but he remembered his grandpa's first lesson as it was yesterday.

When Marc turned around, Lisa suddenly opened her eyes and looked at his little but wide back.

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Years back when Marc had his first martial arts lesson

"Gramps. I don't want to train like your old farts. At least teach me something cool if I have to." A little blonde child with round big innocent eyes said to an old man with a grumbling expression.

*Sigh* "Little Marc, what should I do with you? You attract problems better than a magnet. Listen up! This is my most important lesson you always have to remember."

"I fear not the man who has practiced 10.000 kicks one, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10.000 times. You can practice something eight hours a day, but if your technique is wrong, then all you can become is very good at doing it wrong. Get the fundamentals down and the level of everything you do will rise." In Marc's big eyes, his grandfather looked very cool at this moment. His imposing figure lit a fire in his soul that wanted to shine.

Eager to start the training now, Marc said with impatience "Tell me what I have to do gramps! If I have to learn it, I want to be the best," while holding his grandfather's leg and shook it.

Little Marc expected scolding from him, but it never came. Instead, the old man showed a grin.

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"Graaaamps! How long do I have to stay this weird way? It hurts…and it's boring." Little Marc suddenly yelled making his satisfied grandfather, who's sitting a little distance away with his pipe in his mouth and a tea beside him. Hearing the sudden yell, he almost dropped his pipe and spilled his tea. Not even 2 minutes went by before his unruly grandchild is giving him trouble.

"Shut up and just do as I say, or you will not be allowed to leave the premises for the next month!" His grandfather threatened before puffing the pipe.

Like a hot heading boy he is, Marc was about to refute, but his grandmother came out on the veranda and saw the two bickering with each other like always. "Little Marc, listen to your grandfather this time. He's old, but he knows what he's doing. Being a freeloader his whole life gave him enough time to train after all." His grandmother mercilessly said the words that hurt the strong old man where it hurts the most.

"Only this time? I might be getting old but- what? Freeloader? Ugh, it's technically not wrong, but women please save me some face would you? Where's the sweet angel I met back in the old days?" Marc's grandfather thought but didn't dare refute.

"Okay, grandma." Said the little Marc who was standing in position with bend knees and hands together focusing. He was always a good boy in front of his grandmother no exception.

While watching her grandson, his grandmother asked his grandfather with a low voice so Marc wouldn't hear it. "How long does he have to stay like that?"

"He can take a break when his legs give out. ALL power comes from the ground, nowhere else! Because your legs are connected to the ground, they are most responsible for pushing off the ground to generate power throughout your body. That's why we start with a foundational exercise."

Marc's grandmother just nodded and sat beside her husband and watched the sweating Marc. 3 minutes and his legs slowly began shaking more after every second. Rather good for a 9-year-old kid.

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Back to the present.

Marc has been standing in a squat position for 10 minutes now and he didn't feel a thing. "This is too easy now. I have to add some weight." Going to Lisa's shed, he took two big buckets and a shovel. Filled water in the buckets before lifting them on his back with the help of the shovel. Then he bent his knees in a squatting position and stood like that for an hour before adding things like stones in the buckets to add more weight.

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After Marc finished his morning workout, the other people who fell asleep at the table in front of the house woke up. The first one was wake up was Aina who felt a terrible headache. Her eyes were unfocused and it took a while for her to get her sight right. Though when she did and saw the various people sleeping around the table with ink on their faces, she wanted to laugh, but she suddenly thought about her own face. Quickly taking out a mirror from who knows where she saw a nicely drawn pair of tits on her forehead with a thumbs-up beside them.

Aina's jaw dropped before her face began twitching. She nearly yelled out her frustration and embarrassment but stopped as she didn't want to wake the others up so they can see the pair of drawn tits in her face. The first thing she did was to try to wipe it off. It didn't work at all because Marc was lucky and got his hand on one of Lisa's magic items, Perma Pen. It's a special pen to write permanent signatures on contracts. Without using one, a contract will be invalid.

"Ugh" Nina began waking up, having the same splitting headache as her mother. Before Nina could see her, Aina used Transformation Magic to hide the doodle on her forehead before Nina could see it.

When she let out a groggy sound, Nina started a chain reaction. Rofta and Gina started to wake up too.

Nina, Gina, and Rofta looked at each other's foreheads before looking at each other's eyes for answers.

On Nina's forehead was a drawing of a sheep that got fatter and fatter when she raised her eyebrows in wonder. It was a try of drawing Flomo.

Gina had a doodle of a butt that farted. When she raised her eyebrows the butt clenched.

For Rofta. He had multiple doodles of dicks in his face. When he raised his eyebrow the dick- you don't want to know.

They wanted to laugh at each other, but they too realized something when they looked at each other's foreheads.

x3 "Do we all have one?" They thought with raised eyebrows, giving the doodles life.

Nina wanted to know, so she took out a mirror from somewhere as her mother did. When Rofta and Gina saw it, they went behind her and looked into it too.

Their faces went dark with black lines and tick marks, except Nina who thought "How cute," while continually raising her eyebrows.

As for Rofta and Gina, they thought "How childish".

When they were busy appeasing the 'art', someone said "I see you like my art worth millions. They all have meaning, well except Nina's. I ran out of ideas so just used that fat sheep as a model." It was the culprit, Marc who just finished his training. He came intending to wake the drunks up.

Rofta was about to start a brawl immediately when he saw him, but then Lisa came out from behind Marc and asked "They are beautiful, but you said they have meaning? What is it?" Lisa asked curiously and Marc answered with glee.

"The butt one warns innocent young men that girls do fart. It's all a delusion." He said while waving his hand by his ass as if he just farted. Lisa's expression only went blank as she had heard Marc saying that before, but the other girls around were ready to silence Marc with a womanly and threatening expression.

"As for the dicks, it's a simple life lesson. Life's full of dick heads." Marc said with a mocking expression to Rofta.

"Last, the boobs. They are a message to Morgan Freeman(God) that I got his message right and clear." Marc finished his explanation.

They wanted to ask where the boobs doodle is, but Aina quickly moved the attention elsewhere "Then what about the ones on Lisa's face?"

Lisa herself never thought Marc would draw on her too. She wanted so badly to take a mirror out too, but that would reveal she didn't know it was there. That would be too embarrassing for her, so she just looked at Marc for his explanation.

Marc put his hands behind his head and smiled "It means, do not touch!"

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(A/N: I simply can't decide on which black characters I should add to the story. Who do you want to see?)

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