Style

The person I was fighting seemed to be a boy who is boastful about his strength. He knew about me being a girl, so he then said “You are a girl? I will go easy on you so you won’t cry,” I will have a time beating him up.

When the match started, he mocked me and said “What is this girl type of movement?” Even though I was moving in the way I saw how my father moved when fighting enemies. When my father fights enemies, he doesn’t look like he is paying attention to his enemy but instead his eyes are fixated on the enemy while having his brain render out possiblities and theories for the enemy. While he is doing that, he also thinks of a way to counter the enemy.

I was amazed and tried to copy his way of thought and movement. I couldn’t pull it off properly. My brain kept crossing thoughts with other things. I am surprised on how does my father keep his brain focused on 3 things yet think straight.

I decided to evade back to get space in between to try a different approach. I tried doing another thing my father does. He normally after thinking of what he does, he doesn’t really seem to move to hit the enemy somehow. There was this one time where he moved his left arm and the enemies movement suddenly stopped. I wasn’t sure what that was, but I knew if I had to do something. I had to test theories.

I remembered my father said that I have my grandfather’s blood for fighting styles. So I tried to remember what my mother said about my grandfather before she went missing. I remembered she said something like that my grandfather, when he was young, he had the fighting technique known as sound-full quake.

Sound-full quake is a technique known to either fight enemy or used as mobility, but it wasn’t known more mobility since it is very destructive if its used as mobility. I remembered my mother saying that my grandfather didn’t care that it was destructive, he just used it anyway. It can only be used in the palms of your hands since it uses the blood flow in your hand and vibrates incredibly quick. It also has a defect where blood flow to your hands will be quite slow.

I tried of thinking of holding sound in my palms to blast it out. Nothing happened. “Hahaha what did you think will happen, do you think you have a fighting technique? Hahaha what a joke, girls can’t have a fighting technique,” the boy who was sparring me said. That was it, I couldn’t hold back myself. When I was young I tend to fight my father, and I don’t mean as in a bad way, I meant it as a friendly match. I tried something I wanted to do a long time ago, but I was scared that I might hurt my father.

I went in in an attempt to punch him, he dodged it. “All conditions have cleared” this phrase is very suitable right now, I heard it in a show I was watching when I was 11. Then I immediately grabbed his free arm and pulled it towards me. With that I move my body to the right and took my other hand and placed it behind the boy I was sparring and pushed him down. His face was implanted into the ground.

Not soon after he started crying from the force I hit him and for pulling his arm. I kind of enjoyed ‘pulling his arm’, that was the worst pun I made in my mind, I mean it wasn’t that bad. Jokes aside, I was fighting one of the best students. Really? Was I? He seemed nothing compared to anyone I have fought outside of the dojo. My father then said “So you have magic,”

Those few words are the last thing I want to hear. He said that the only reason why he dodged a little earlier is because he saw your magic and it was the scariest thing he ever seen. My father said if nightmare had a part-physical form, it would have looked like that. He then jokes that it he was talking about me, but aside that my magic had a ring of nightmare. I wasn’t sure what he was trying to tell but when I asked him he said I have the magic that isn’t used for fighting, more of a support type. I can give of the image of the enemies most feared thing.

The magic either makes me look like the feared thing or the magic itself manifests into a creature without a clear form yet can be displayed as your biggest fear. It also has different image to everyone based on their fears. It doesn’t really have a weakness unless you have no feared thing, which is impossible since everyone has to fear something, right?

“Another reason why he evaded a little earlier is because he saw your eyes. Your eyes had a burning look, like you wanted to murder him for good,” my father said. He wasn’t wrong, he pissed me off too much by mocking me and saying that girls can’t get fighting technique.

The sensei said the second round will start. So I fearlessly went back on the stage. My magic had to be out since he was getting scared, not to mention everyone else there was also scared. My father didn’t seem to be bothered at all. The boy seemed to be less boastful and more serious. I wouldn’t blame him, if he were to lose again, he would lose all respect from his friends and for that I now have another reason to beat him.

His movements were more straight and his stance seemed to give of more of menacing look, not that it would work on me since I have to see my father defeat enemy time to time. Since his moves were more straight, it was more predictable to me.

He tried to outsmart me by changing his movements right before hitting me, but he immediately backed off when I looked at him straight in the eyes. He looks startled, like he just looked at death itself. Maybe it was my magic changing my image to look like his fears. I wouldn’t blame him, if my biggest fear looked me straight in the eyes, I am running away.

Looking for an opportunity to hit him while he was trying to make his moves unpredictable, I found away to catch him off guard. I tried running towards him with my magic ability activated. He was on his guard and on a stance where there were barely any place to break through. I then stop right before hitting him. His muscles seemed to suddenly relaxed. ‘All conditions have been cleared’, I then did a leg sweep. He then gave up fighting back.

I can feel almost no energy left in my body, has to be from using too much of magic to change my image. My father took notice that I was tired without me saying anything, he rushed over to me and held me before I fell down. I then blanked out.

When I woke up, I looked around, looks like I am in my house. I got out of bed and went around. I am in my room. I then remembered that I was in the dojo and my father caught me before I fell down. I then tried looking for my father. I went out to the balcony of the second floor to hear someone talking. It was the voice of my father and the voice of another person. It sounds like the other person seems to be wearing a mask since his voice sounds a bit muffled.

I wasn’t sure what they trying to talk about but I heard them speaking something about “woman” and “danger”. I am not sure what they are talking about but those 2 words normally don’t go together. I decided to stay on the low to reduce the risk of me getting found out.

When the other guy left, I turn around to face the door of the balcony. Even though I was staring straight at the door. My father suddenly appeared out of no where standing at the door, I didn’t even blink my eyes. It has to be his own abilities.

“Good, you didn’t show yourselves to him, he didn’t hear you that is for sure. You 100% heard what we said didn’t you, I know your hearing is good,” my father said.

4 years later, when I was 17 and my father was around 30 something. I went to school like normal. I for some reason then only remembered that I wanted to ask if they think I am a girl or a boy, but I think how it is now is already good enough. I don’t really want to change anything. Those few words marked the change of my future.

When I returned home, I got the news that my father died. I was surprised someone like my father could die, his moves are incredible and he could move without even being seen. How could he die, if he died then how am I suppose to fight the person who killed him.

For the whole year I couldn’t focus on anything properly, I wasn’t sure what to do now. It seemed like my scores dipped quite a bit for my examinations. After 1 month, I noticed that I didn’t have any money. I then decided to work a part-time job for the time being. I worked at a cat cafe that my father wanted to go when he was around my age. All the cat in that cafe were kind of noisy but adorable in general.

If it is possible, I will try to get revenge for my father. The only problem is, if he could kill my father, he has to have a magic or fighting technique that not even I could think about. Right now I will try to make my life stable.