Warning(s):
- Talk of Blood
- Slight Description of Injuries
- Background Killing of Skulkin
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[M/n] despised Wu's teaching at times. He strongly believed that the old man was putting Lloyd through lessons even the other ninja would struggle with – and all of them were nearly adults.
Lloyd was at the bottom of the pyramid, channeling his superstrength – something that inherently came with being a Master of Earth. Forced to balance on his hands, he had begun trembling 10 minutes into the exercise.
"Focus," Wu ordered, pouring himself a cup of tea. "In order to bear the fate of Ninjago on your shoulders, you must first learn to bear the weight of all of us."
Zane was stood on Lloyd's feet, holding Kai and Jay on his shoulders. Cole was balanced atop their shoulders, holding Wu and [M/n]. All of the ninja were looking at each other as Lloyd slowly grew more and more unsteady.
"Focus," Wu repeated.
"Sensei, I'm starting to think this was a bad idea," Jay hissed.
"Yeah, Sensei, he's just a kid," Cole agreed.
"In order for him to succeed, we must all trust one another."
"This is not an exercise of trust," [M/n] hissed. Before he could elaborate the wall of the dojo was smashed inwards by a wrecking ball. Lloyd lost his balance and all of them were sent crashing to the ground.
[M/n] had barely touched the ground before he was climbing back up to his feet to go find Lloyd. The boy was a little dusty but ultimately unharmed.
"What was that?" Cole asked, rubbing at his shoulder.
They found a constructor and foreman, wearing hardhats, staring back at them in shock. Dareth came flying out from the back rooms, freaking out.
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!!!! This wasn't supposed to happen until tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow?" The Foreman turned to the construction worker. "Let me see that order." The worker pulled out a wrinkled set of papers from his overalls and handed them over. Reading over them, the foreman nodded. "Oh, yeah. My bad. Sorry ‘bout that. We'll be back tomorrow afternoon."
Scowling, the worker grumbled as he turned to signal the man controlling the wrecking ball to pull away.
Dareth buried his face into his hands, absolutely miserable.
"Uh, Dareth, what is this all about?" Cole asked, gently resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Well, I fell behind on some of my payments and some developer named “Darnagom Enterprises“ is buying the entire block to put in some stupid frisbee-golf course. They say if I don't come up with 50,000 by tomorrow, the dojo is gone," Dareth explained, tears gathering in his eyes.
"But, we already lost the Bounty. We can't lose the dojo now," Jay cried, hands flapping anxiously.
"My trophies. Oh, my fakes trophies!" Dareth sobbed, breaking down as Cole held onto his shoulders, unsure of how else to help.
Lloyd leaned closer into [M/n], worry shining in his eyes.
"Wait a minute. "Darnagom"? When you rearrange the letters, it spells—" Zane began.
"O grandma?" Jay asked, interrupting Zane.
"No! Garmadon!" Kai realized.
"Right," Jay giggled nervously. "That would make more sense."
"Um, my dad is behind this?" Lloyd asked, voice soft.
"If he destroys the dojo, where will we train Lloyd?" Cole asked, still trying to comfort Dareth.
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Querencia
Fanfiction(n.) A place where one feels safe, a place from which one's strength of character is drawn. [M/n] Caelestis has no memory of who he is, relying entirely upon Sensei Wu to fill in the gaps. With knowledge, a history, skills, and a willingness to kill...
