A few days later, Black Mist was training with the training doll, trying to at least crack it to start. When Hope visited, he helped him with the doll's mobility so that his foster son would train his speed.
Black Mist found it very hard to keep up, and he was constantly being hit with slaps of the doll. Since it was metal, the pain was more painful than painful! Still, he beared the pain to get stronger.
"You're...not...gonna...best...me!!" he snarled through grunts of effort. He kept aiming blows, but none landed. He roared in frustration!
"Calm, Black Mist," the voice sighed. "I have told you over and over again. Anger clouds the mind."
"Does it look like I care!?" he growled. He once again aimed a punch at the doll, but his arm was swatted roughly away like an insect that wasn't worth killing.
Then, it stopped. It only lasted for two hours, but it didn't feel like enough! Nothing was enough!!
"You glutton."
"What?" Black Mist breathed. He clenched his teeth. "Were you reading my mind!?"
"I called you a glutton, and no, I did not read your mind. You were voicing your thoughts."
Black Mist grumbled and felt his bruises. "And why am I a glutton?"
"Simple. You crave fighting too much."
Black Mist sighed. Yeah, he craved fighting, but he just wanted to get stronger. Wasn't that his goal? To get stronger than all the maggots in this shit town?
"You want to get stronger, no?"
"Yeah. I'm not gonna deny that."
"Tell me, what are you going to do with that strength?"
He froze. That was a thinker. What was he going to do with the power?
He could only think of one thing.
"I'm going to protect the orphanage."
The presence was taken aback. "Defend the orphanage? Even though your foster father betrayed you be leaving you here?"
Black Mist scowled. "Yeah. I mean, it's not as bad as my real father. He left me here with nothing to defend myself with and hasn't shown up since. Think he may be ashamed to show his face?"
For once, the voice paused in hesitation.
~.Barian World.~
Don Thousand still had his finger on the button, so Black Mist could hear his hesitation.
The Dark Number was right. He had always left his creations out there with no overlay units and no weapons. Why was he realizing this just now?
Finally, he answered. "I am sure he is."
Black Mist sighed. "Well, I want to meet this bastard. I want to see how he's like."
Don Thousand watched as his son got up again for another round.
~.Number Realm.~
Black Mist got up again for another go. He didn't care if he was too weak! He once heard that the body worked best under pressure.
~.~.~
After more and more hours of frustration, he finally landed a kick. To his surprise, the metal cracked just the smallest bit. Black Mist smiled and attacked more. More and more cracks appeared! Yes! He didn't care if the metal was weak; this was at least a start! He could break this metal if he tried hard enough!!
~TO BE CONTINUED IN FINAL STAGE~
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Teen Years
Fanfiction(Sequel to Number Childhood) Black Mist has grown into a teen, and he strives to be the best. While he trains himself vigorously, the gangs are getting worse. He vows to himself that he would beat those gangs into submission. He starts getting issue...
