Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2012 12:22:02 GMT -5
? ? ?:Hajime! Strike not with your brute strength alone. Strength alone will not win you anything. Speed and power!
The sound of a voice could be heard scolding someone, the scene opening to a young Hajime standing before a wooden training dummy standing at least three feet taller than him. The five year old with his fist up, knuckles battered and bruised.
Hajime: It hurts. I don't know what you want from me? What am I suppose to dooooo?
The whine in the voice could be heard shrieking out to the father. The man pulled out a lash and struck him at least six times against the flesh to cause red throbbing welts to appear.
Father: One day Hajime. You will have to face a demon greater than any other. Yourself. You must take your training seriously my son. One day these techniques, the one's I show you now will be used for your own defense to protect yourself, from yourself.
The man lowered down to the child turning him towards him and putting his finger on the boy's chest and pressing firmly there. His eye's looking into his own.
Father: You must reach deep down inside of yourself and grasp your inner power. This physical pain is only here because you've not mastered yourself yet. The reason you cannot tap into any magical ability is because your mind, soul, and heart are not one. But you must be fast. For when you do grasp this power, you'll be faced with something of great power that you've never expericed before. Without any ability here.....
His hand came up to his head and pressed firmly against it.
Father: You will fall and shall become fodder for the earth to feed from your flesh and bones. You are a Aoi and you will not allow such to happen. If you do, I shall come and meet you in the after life and whip you so hard that the flesh from your bones will fall off. Do you understand?
Tears were swelled up in his eye's as he nodded slowly to his father. The father nodded back to him.
Father: Good. Now strike with speed and accuracy!
As the time went by, the same little boy could be viewed striking the same training dummy, growing and easily striking the points in which his father had showed him. No longer where there any sounds with his strikes as his fist hit the training doll, however small impact area's could be seen up and down where his fist had landed.
The sound of a voice could be heard scolding someone, the scene opening to a young Hajime standing before a wooden training dummy standing at least three feet taller than him. The five year old with his fist up, knuckles battered and bruised.
Hajime: It hurts. I don't know what you want from me? What am I suppose to dooooo?
The whine in the voice could be heard shrieking out to the father. The man pulled out a lash and struck him at least six times against the flesh to cause red throbbing welts to appear.
Father: One day Hajime. You will have to face a demon greater than any other. Yourself. You must take your training seriously my son. One day these techniques, the one's I show you now will be used for your own defense to protect yourself, from yourself.
The man lowered down to the child turning him towards him and putting his finger on the boy's chest and pressing firmly there. His eye's looking into his own.
Father: You must reach deep down inside of yourself and grasp your inner power. This physical pain is only here because you've not mastered yourself yet. The reason you cannot tap into any magical ability is because your mind, soul, and heart are not one. But you must be fast. For when you do grasp this power, you'll be faced with something of great power that you've never expericed before. Without any ability here.....
His hand came up to his head and pressed firmly against it.
Father: You will fall and shall become fodder for the earth to feed from your flesh and bones. You are a Aoi and you will not allow such to happen. If you do, I shall come and meet you in the after life and whip you so hard that the flesh from your bones will fall off. Do you understand?
Tears were swelled up in his eye's as he nodded slowly to his father. The father nodded back to him.
Father: Good. Now strike with speed and accuracy!
As the time went by, the same little boy could be viewed striking the same training dummy, growing and easily striking the points in which his father had showed him. No longer where there any sounds with his strikes as his fist hit the training doll, however small impact area's could be seen up and down where his fist had landed.