THE MONSTERS OF ELBIB AND TRAINING BEGINS

Chapter 6: The Monsters of ELBIB and Training Begins

After their intense discussion, Ojjisan clapped his hands.

"Alright, boys. Let's start your training soon."

Ronan raised his hand curiously.

"Grandpa, what type are you?"

Ojjisan smiled proudly. "I'm a Mobilizer."

Dante's eyes sparkled. "Wait, so you can summon creatures?!"

"Ah... not that impressive," Ojjisan chuckled. "I don't have much flow in me. I can only summon two creatures."

Ronan leaned forward eagerly. "Show us!"

Ojjisan took a deep breath and shouted, "ELBIB!"

In an instant, the air darkened. From shadows near Ojjisan's feet, two ominous figures emerged. One had the face of a bull, two horns twisted outward—one on each side of his head. The brothers stood tall and menacing.

"This is Ban," Ojjisan gestured to the darker, more serious one.

Ban's deep, dangerous voice echoed.

"Master... may I kill them?"

"NO!" Ojjisan scolded immediately. "They're our friends."

The other creature—goofy-looking with glowing eyes—trotted over to Ronan and Dante.

"I'm Dearg!" the monster beamed.

Dante jumped back in fear. "W-what is that thing?!"

Ronan, more curious than afraid, asked, "Nice to meet you! What's your name?"

Suddenly, Dearg grinned and grabbed Ronan, slamming him down into a brutal Attitude Adjustment like John Cena.

"AHHH! MY BACK!" Ronan howled.

Dante's jaw dropped. "Yo, that was awesome!"

Ojjisan sighed. "Sorry... Dearg watches too much WWE."

"SCREW YOU, DEARG!" Ronan shouted and threw a punch at Dearg's face. Dearg responded by tackling him, and the two began wrestling like kids.

Dante turned to Ojjisan. "Hey, are there other flow types?"

"There are two more," Ojjisan nodded. "But I don't know much about them."

Ban, standing silently, added, "They exist... but even I know little."

Dante frowned. "Ehh... mysterious."

Ojjisan clapped again. "Alright! Training begins now. Ban and Dearg will train you both."

Ronan groaned. "Why do I get the wrestling pig?"

Dearg laughed. "Come on, let's see if you can keep up!"

Meanwhile, Dante offered his hand to Ban.

"Let's work together."

Ban nodded. "Very well. Let's begin with flow control."

Ban stood behind Dante. "Empty your mind. Let the energy flow like water. Breathe deep. Feel your body merge with flow... Close your eyes, firm your hand…"

Suddenly, a spark flickered around Dante's fingers.

"Huh?! What's this?" Dante gasped, staring at the tiny bolt of electricity.

Ban's eyes gleamed. "You possess Thunder Flow."

Ronan's jaw dropped. "THUNDER FLOW?! I wanted that!"

Dearg cackled. "Haha! You got Ice Flow, buddy!"

"SHUT UP!" Ronan snapped back.

Dante focused again. More sparks danced along his palm. The lightning crackled with a sharp zzzap.

"Good," Ban said. "Keep training. Repeat this again and again—until it becomes second nature."

Both boys started training seriously. Ronan created small patches of ice, his breath visible in the air. Dante's body flickered with bursts of lightning, his hands glowing.

Ojjisan watched with a proud smile. "Looks like they've begun."

Ban folded his arms. "These two have potential... especially Dante."

Ojjisan nodded. "He is the Chosen."

The sun set as the two young warriors locked eyes, their fists meeting with a thunderous crack—lightning and ice colliding in harmony.