The Disciples

Chapter 11

Third P.O.V

Azril had finished his training with his mentor, the Grandmaster. Ever since he came to the Mortal Kombat world, all he wanted was peace and something that will distract him from life's work. University and work had been hell for him. Coming here was something he did not expect but accepts it anyways.

"Azril?" the voice of his mentor called. Getting up, he went outside to see his mentor gazing at the horizon. The young man sat next to him. Silence was louder than than the howling wind or their breathing. Both master and student didn't say a word. Then, Sub Zero cleared his throat.

"How are you feeling," he inquired. After surviving three fights, he was surprised but impressed at the same time. His disciple had bruises on his face and his limbs. He will not forget how one of the other disciple basically violated his dignity with his 'attack'. He could not imagined how is he friends with Johnny Cage's disciple.

"Fine, Grandmaster," Azril assured his mentor. "I can handle them. We may be friends but I know their weaknesses. Wasn't expecting Bryan to pull a dance on me if that's what you're wondering."

The Lin Kuei master only nodded. He handed him a cup of green tea. Azril gratefully took the cup and sipped. Ironic as it sounds, he's more of a tea drinker than a coffee drinker despite working as a barista. But he's glad in his group of friends, Riana also shared his beverage preferences. Coffee is a bit too much for him to handle. Nonetheless, he can do foam arts on both coffee and tea lattes.

"From what I heard," Sub Zero continued. "Your friends said you worked at a cafe. Is this true?" Azril just nodded.

"Yeah, not the best job but at least I could earn a bit of cash. Having my parents pay for my school loans is enough for me. So, I got to help them somehow."

"I see," Sub Zero watched his disciple. He noticed how well he is taking this. Taken from home and was forced to fight to get back, he seemed indifferent with the scenarios around him. But he is interested to know about this foam art he does for the beverages.

"Can you demonstrate your art?" he asked. Azril did not hesitate and goes to the kitchen to get the necessary items he needs to make his foam art. He decided to make a green tea latte. He slowly crafted the drink with his skilled hands, concentrating on the beverage without breaking an eye contact. By the time he finished, he served the cup to the Grandmaster.

"Here's a hot green tea latte," he told his mentor. It had the art picture of a tiny dragon. Suitable since the beverage itself was green and white. Sub Zero was impressed. He never knew someone could do this art within minutes. When he drank his beverage, he gulped the hot drink until the cup was empty.

"This is refine," he told his disciple. "I've never had anything like it."

Azril wished he could go back to his room. He felt flustered from his mentor's praise. But he bowed his head in respect. If he's going to survive in the Mortal Kombat world, he'd better gain some favours. And it starts by grinding leaves and roasting beans.

"Now for your next training," his mentor changed the subject. "You would be sparring with Frost."

When Azril saw the female member, he narrowed his eyes at her as she gave him a glare. No matter if he is back home or at the Lin Kuei, anything could kill him. Even within this place he will soon call 'home'.

"I'd rather do the side quests in Fallout 4 than get under Frost's skin," he muttered.

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Bryan pulled his hair in frustration. He can't believed how dense Nash was to not use the balloon he gave him. It wasn't an ordinary balloon. He installed a camera and radio inside and if it blew up, the music and camera can record the activities that were carried out in the surroundings.