"Once more!" Fresco flourishing his rapier while I lay flat on my belly.
"But father, is it really necessary I conjure up a dialogue when in combat?"
"Positutely my beautiful boy!"
"Ugh" John rolling his eyes.
Fresco then helped John stand up. He walked on the opposite side of the training room."Now again my boy! Come at me with bravado!" Fresco's arms open, welcoming an attack.
"But what should I say? I-I will attack you now you-you ugly?" John say hestitantly.
"Yes, but with overpowering confidence!" Fresco then laughs.
John lunges on Fresco but Fresco easily deflects John's attack.
John stumbled from the force of his father deflecting his blade but was able to catch his footing.
"Focus my boy, strength is not always the power of your force." Fresco changing his open defensive stance to a much more frightening posture.
With a loud and resounding voice Fresco yelled. "Prepare my boy, take deep breaths!"
Fresco now going on the offensive. He moved toward John in inhuman speed but fresco was careful only hitting John's blade. With each hit John's hands became numb and his grip weakening.
Fresco took notice and backed off.
John now exhausted from the assault.
"Free your mind my boy, look beyond." said Fresco. "Remember to breathe."
The air in the training hall now turned heavy.
Fresco advanced "Brace yourself!" he swung his sword in an 180 degree arc causing John to fly off and a the wall.
"Do you yield boy!" John stood up with a determined look, ready for the next flurry of attacks. Fresco instantaneously disappeared and appeared behind John! John didn't stood a chance on his father's move.
As John received his father's flurry of attacks, unable to do anything.
He felt weak.
Angry.
and disgusted with his strength.
Being unable to contain his emotions any longer he yelled in anger.
Until a snap of wood vibrates the entire training hall. John opened his eyes and saw his father's wooden sword broke in half. He looked up and saw his father's face filled with tears, sadness and joy both.
"You did it my son. You inherit my brand."
Fresco proudly pats John's head.
"Soon, you'll be soaring through the heavens."
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Luminous
ParanormalYes, back then John was a just boy, but the need has arise that we inform you, John was never ordinary, what he have been experiencing every waking hours of his everyday might be his normal but we assure you, with such predicaments, you will wish...
