"The fight will begin in 3...2...1... NOW"
Less than a second in and the young boy was already defending his dear life, blocking a kick to his face with just young arms. He managed to stop that attack, but that didn't last for long though as there was a sharp kick towards his abdomen which pushed the young 12 year old towards the wall.
The young boy managed to stop himself before he collided at the wall, trying to resist the pain. He couldn't even get a second to take a breath as a series of punches flew to his face, a couple of them bruise his face but he managed to get away from it by ducking to the side.
There was no time to think.
The young boy elbowed the older man - about 21 of age - before stomping on the side of his kneecap, making him lose his footing. The young boy then grabbed his arm, tossing the man over him and onto the floor using his shoulder. The young boy was out of breath a bit, looking up to face the few people that was standing in a row.
They were in a fancy room, decorated with chandeliers, red carpets, paintings hung over the place. It seemed like a fancy guest room, but there were just one chair and nothing else . There was a side entrance to the room where the people were standing, drinking a cup of violet wine and watching quite intensely. Two of them stood out the most however, a tall, 6'1 man with dark hair that was sitting on the one and only chair, wearing a red leather cape. He was looking at the young boy with his purple eyes staring quiet sternly. Next to him was this woman who was about 5'9, wearing a black dress with a violet flower pattern decorating one half of the dress, her black eyes piercing down at the young boy. The young boy was hopefully looking for any sense of appreciation in his fathers pit purple eyes, but there was nothing. For a moment, his father even looked away, focusing on his wife - the young boy mother - just to whisper something in her ears. His mother visibly got happy, smiling before turning back to the young boy with their usual monotone expression.
The young boy got quiet annoyed by that. Not like he could show anymore expression before he was swept off his feet and landed on his back. The young boy groaned, looking back at his parents where they shook their head with disappointment. He knew he had to defeat him. The young boy rolled away, sitting on one of his knee. As he looks up, the man was already charging at him, noticing the next attack was going to be a kick, the young boy leaned back, being lucky enough to dodge the kick. This resulted with the young boy falling onto his back, but he used that to his advantage, he planted his palms onto the floor by his face , putting his knees toward his chest because pushing himself off the floor, extending his legs to dig into the mans abdomen. The man coughed while the young boy kicked off him, landing onto his feet while the man stumbled back, putting his arms over his abdomen. The man gently lifted his lips, smirking.
"Nice hit Master Oda"
The young boy just smiles. "Thank you, it seems your training aren't so terrible as it seems Daizou" He joked.
"Enough chitchat!" The young boy father spat, looking annoyed.
"Sorry Mister Sekai."
There was a snap, leading Daizou to launch towards the young boy, doing a low karate kick towards his face. The young boy wasn't ready, leading him to get hit. But Daizou didn't stop there, as the young boy was in the air he went in again and punched the young boy in the face at a slant angle, making the young boy to hit the ground at a immense force. The young boy yelped as he collided with the floor, blood leaving his bruise lips. The young boy laid there, struggling to get himself up. Daizou walked up to him, stomping on his stomach. The young boy cried out again, winching with every moment.
"Come on Master Oda..." Daizou whispered, letting his foot off.
The young boy continued to lay there, his body weak. It seemed that his pain endurance still isn't yet durable. He considered giving up, but he couldn't. He needed to win and show to his parent that he deserved to be recognized, to be praised, to be appreciated. He glance up to meet Daizou in the eyes, slightly glaring at him. He clumsily stood up, getting into a fighting stance. Daizou sighed.
"Fix your fighting stance" Daizou commanded in a hush tone, hoping Mister Sekai couldn't hear him.
The young boy adjusted, before lurching at Daizou with a punch. It was poorly executed though as Daizou was able to dodge and land a straight punch towards the young boy stomach. The young boy spat out blood, feeling his energy draining. The punch knocking all the wind out of him. The young boy just stood there, legs unable to move. It was over, he knew himself that he couldn't carry on. He was ready for his father's discipline once this is finally over.
He hoped he didn't have to though.
...
While the young boy was on the verge of unconsciousness, he felt a sudden rush of energy surging through him. He felt light, yet heavy. It was as if he was fading in-between a human or a ghost. It felt abnormal, mystical. He felt his body tingling, as if it was telling him to move, to do something.
And he followed his instincts.
As Daizou was about to remove his fist off of his stomach, the young boy disappeared in thin air. Daizou eyes shot open, looking perplex.
"What the-" Daizou didn't manage to say anything else as he was interrupted by a click behind him.
The young boy was suddenly in the air behind Daizou. With a gun in his hand.
Daizou was baffled, how did he manage to get up there in a second? And where did he get that gun? Daizou looked down at his pocket, realizing that it felt empty... When did he take it?!
The young boy stared at Daizou, aiming the gun at his back.
"Sorry Daizou," The young boy smiled, putting pressure onto the trigger "No grudges hopefully?"
BANG
The gunshot echoed through the room followed by a crack...
That should do it.
Daizou tumbled onto the ground, blood rushing out of his back where the bullet hit him... at his spine.
There was a loud gasp before one of the medics went and lifted Daizou up, carrying him away to get treated. Small claps erupted, leaving the young boy to smile to himself. He finally did it. He didn't know how but, that doesn't matter.
He looked up and faced towards his parent... They weren't even clapping... they didn't even seem pleased or surprised that he did that. They looked at him with their normal, monotone looks. There was only a small nod from his father before he stood up, embracing his wife and walking off.
... What?
The young boy was now angry. He slams the gun onto the floor, wanting to storm towards his parent. However, as he took a step, he felt weak. And soon enough, he fell onto the floor. Unconscious.
