Kutama

Chapter one - beginnings

As the rain poured from the grey sky, a boy with shaggy black hair stood their on the grass, staring at the tombstone that read 'Daisy A loving mother'.
"How well did you know her?" An old man with a long beard and in a coat asked,
"she was my mum, " the boy replied, looking over to him,
"You must be Buta, " the old man said, getting his attention
"Yes, that's me. How do you know me? And who are you?" Buta asked,
turning to the man the old man said, handing Buta a piece of paper.
"Here, take this if you want more information."
Buta reads the paper as it reads for him to meet the old man at the old grey tree on lobotnington Street. Buta chuckles thinking it's a joke, but when he looks up, the old man vanishes in confusion he looks down at his hand.

The next day, Buta is at the tree waiting for the old man. Ten minutes later, the old man arrives,
"So you've decided to know more, haven't you?" The old man says, walking up to him,
"Yeah, now why do you want to meet here?" Buta asked,
leaning on the tree.
"Step aside, and I will show you," the old man said,
lifting him arm in front of him with a face of concentration,
"Kutama Pole!" He yells,
As a pole made of pure gold formed in the palm of his hand. The old man then stabs the tree,
"Hey!, what did the tree ever do to you?" Buta asks
The man then starts to draw lines violently and circles off the tree bark,
"It is done," the man says,
The man then starts to spin the pole in his hand round and around over and over until it is so fast you could barely see it,
The old man yells
"Concentration level ten!" Then he yells,
"Kutama ability... portal!",
As he then stops the pole from spinning in front of the trees markings. The markings then fade away and start to spin around to form a portal in the tree
"WOAH!" Buta exclaimed, stepping back
"Okay, be real, who are you, and what is this!" He yells at the man.
The man breathes in,
"Okay, I will explain everything if you follow me," the man says,
He then walks through the portal with Buta following him.