Book 1: Guns, Love, Roses

Chapter 2 - Meeting Wilson

"I thought all mixed martial arts were designed for that very purpose." He scoffed, fighting the urge to turn around to explain more confidently.

"Martial arts were purely designed for defensive capabilities only." I began.

"As much as it can be used as a show of force, it's very power draws from the idea that one must have a peaceful mind in order to excel in the art that they're performing." I said finally, a strange silence filling the air until finally I had felt something being thrown at the back of my neck.

"Stop being a loser and listening to all that garbage about honour and tradition, that's why you're here, aren't you? Cause you're chosen for the job?" He said as I twisted my body around to pick up the piece of rubbish he threw at me.

"Wait." He said, my arm halfway through grabbing it.

"What do your eyes see when you look at me." The Daifu said, giving me the chance to look up at the person I was giving my life to guard for. As I peered up I saw a man dressed in a soldiers uniform, wearing an olive coloured flat jacket ontop of a long sleeve shirt, a gold necklace so shiny the lights luminating the ceiling revealed its articulate design, it was thin, yet the colour of his dark coloured shirt caused the necklace to look more vibrant than it already was; for if it looked any bigger the Daifu's aesthetics of his uniform would've looked out of place.

"You seem to be looking at my necklace more than my eyes."

"I've been told your eyes are the reason that gives you your source of power."

"And what do they say about the eyes that which I possess." He said, the palace doors opening ever so slightly that the light distracted me from completing my gaze. It was then I realised the Daifu groaned, resting his hand on the thrones armrest as he tapped on it lightly, his jaw stiffened slightly as the light dissipated from view, his face grimacing as with one gesture of his hands, he waved his fingers to the side, the door closing and suddenly three figures forced the doors open, one man in particular who wore a dark grey robe with a band of rope tied around his waist to hold the garment together, white slippers to go with it as he had a toothbrush in his mouth. The way the robe fitted around his shoulders gave his shoulders look bold.

"My liege, there's no more toilet paper in the bathroom." He said, his loss of hair making him look like a monk as he had a large staff strapped to his back.

"This is suppose to be a royal palace. No toilet paper?" The Daifu groaned, gazing up at the ceiling, pondering on what to say.

"I think we flew way too high." He murmured, briefly looking at his new guests then back at me as he tried not to smile.

"I have a mission for you." He said, attention diverted to me.

"I need you to go to the Springs of Youth and tell them Lucy needs wet wipes. Zaheer will escort you to the palace courtyard where the-" The Daifu cleared his throat before continuing.

"I suggest you hurry before the Amazonian demon arrives." Demon? I questioned; were the scriptures about mythical beasts truly real?

"Let's go kid. Time to show you true beauty." He said, causing me to turn around as him and his two companions began traversing to the exit.

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"Are you guys the Royal Palace Gaurds?" I asked, the three adults not bothering to look my way as they paved the way, the Palace Halls looking seemingly empty as the long carpets in a dark green colour made the grey flower styled carvings inside the perimeter of the carpet made it stand out, not making the green floors look like such an eyesore.

"Is that what Luger Zero said?" Zaheer asked, turning his head slightly to look back at me.

"No he didn't." I said, looking around the hall, the windows blaring sunlight on the left hand side as it began illuminating the doors to our right, evenly spaced as we walked further down a flight of steps that spiralled further down, the castle walls losing its brightness as the walls began to dim, the brickwork looking grey