Chapter 5

Today, I was forced to go run around the forest again. This time with even more weights. Currently done this for a year now, and its bloody boring. Yet, I must uphold mother's expectations. She has already been lenient from what I heard from her mouth, stating that the weights that I am currently using, she was using them at the age of 2. Like, what type of monster is able to wear 50 kilograms at the small age of 2? The fuck?

Oops, remember me no cursing, we rid of ourselves of that past. Deep breaths me, in and out.

My stubby legs continue to jog across the trail, until I met a bear with wings – a really big one. It looked at me, and I looked back. It stood up on its hind legs, reaching the 12 foot. Air can be seen visibly being sucked in by its mouth and then a "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR." Wind pressure smashed against my body, the bear then started to sprint towards me, with its mouth wide open.

"Oh shit." I'd muttered, "Am I going to fucking die?" I smashed into a tree, the bear was ready to bite on to my body.

"FUCK OFF!" I'd throw a random fist at the side of its head, and the furry sack of meat propelled itself to the side, hitting a couple of trees. "Mother fucker, you pissed me off", flexing my legs, it caused my veins to start exploding out and expand in size. Crack, the earth started to break under the pressure of my foot, I zoomed across the foot and slammed another fist against the stomach of the winged bear. It flung towards the sky and decided to stay up there, looking down at me, with its wing weakly flapping. Blood dribbled down its teeth, with fear imminent in its eyes.

"Yeah bitch, run off." I bellowed at the bear.

It shivered with panic and flew away.

"What a dick…" I spat out some blood and decided to walk the rest of the distance in the forest.

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"What happened?" Mother looked with great care at her son, seeing the bruises on his body and the torn clothes.

"Got smacked, then I smacked it back and it flew away." I'd reply.

She shook her head, "Forgot, you are still child, from the way you act sometimes. Well, could you at least describe what attacked you?"

"It was some big, black bear with grey wings." I'd shrug, going to a seat next to the wooden table. My eyes moved on the top of the table top. Different dishes were placed on top of it, with father in the background cooking up different cuisines. I started eating some with my grubby little hands.

"Sounds like a winged black bear…" she stroked her chin in great thought.

"What an original name..." I'd sneer in sarcasm.

She shook her head once more, "Well it seems to be the perfect time to implement a new training regime."

"Oh, mother please no, no more running with larger weights, I beg of you, I'm sorry for sneering." I jump off the chair and knelt down before her in submission." Please no more, I can't handle it no more, none of the other clan kids do this, why me?"

Mother only laughed at my remark, "Well don't worry, we won't be doing any extra weight training, besides, we are going to be learning some techniques, the art of breaking."

Did I just hear that correctly? Techniques? Something that does not sound both boring and mundane. Thank the high heavens! However, the name sounds kind of dumb. Wait dumb martial art names, am I in a Wuxia world? It would make sense with all the monsters and the use of aura. But the real question is, which one? HMmmmmm… Eh, who cares. All that matters is that I am going to get stronger.

Whilst this was happening, Father just looked at me with pity in his eyes. Why?

"Ok son, first we must learn the posture."

"Yes ma'am!" I mimicked her stature. She placed one leg in front and one leg behind her back. She then shifted her arms in a L shape. Then she punched with her right fist., and then, veins started to pop out, her face turning red with blood- she looked like a red demon. With her left fist, she smacked the air. A sonic boom: the earth underneath her detonated, the air crackled and the trees in front of her were decimated. She stood up and turned to a normal pale colour, "we call this breaking the sound, now aren't you amazed by this technique?"

No matter how you look at it, its just her punching with enough force to break the sound barrier. How the fuck am I meant mimic that?