A Talk Between Three Men and a Training Plan

POV Change - 3rd Person

"Hah~!" a tall, supremely muscular man with wild red hair was sitting at a table with two other unusual men, let out a refreshed breath after he drank the tea in his hand. His eyes were in a crescent shape as he put the cup back down, obviously enjoying himself.

One of the men was short man who looked incredibly old. His skin was wrinkled and looked similar in appearance to the bark on a tree. He had slicked back silver hair and peculiar white eyes with black sclera. He didn't seem very strong because of his age, but there was a powerful aura surrounding him that spoke of his power and authority.

The last man of the trio was a gigantic man with tan skin and long blond hair and a full blond beard. He seemed to be getting on age as his face had wrinkles here and there, though not to the same extent as the previous man. His eyes seemed to be covered by shadows and were unable to be seen, yet flashes of blue every now and again showed that his eye color was clue. The red-haired man was tall, but the blond man was easily over 2 meters tall and incredibly broad. Even with such an imposing build, the carefree smile on his face spoke volumes that he was a nice and friendly old man.

Suddenly, the red-haired man looked toward the wrinkled old man, a smug smile on his face, "Old man Erioh, this is as good as the tea last time, where do you get this stuff?" he asked in an innocent and mockingly sincere way.

The wrinkled man, Erioh Kure, grit his teeth and the cup in his hand creaked as many subtle cracks spread over it. Glaring, he gave a reply to the red-haired man.

"Don't push it, Yujiro!" he gave a stern, low shout, "That was tea worth countless Yen, and yet you stole it from me right before my daughters wedding! I promised it as a gift, and yet I made myself look like an idiot when I couldn't gift it!" he shouted, raging as the blood vessels in his black sclera went bloodshot.

Yujiro, the strongest creature, simply laughed, "You've always been too much of a family man, Old man. If you didn't have such things holding you back, I bet you'd be even stronger," he mused before picking up his cup again and downing it, "Ahh~ What a fun fight that would be!" he smiled savagely, but was interrupted by a snort from Erioh.

"I'm strong because of my family, brat. Not that you'd understand a thing about family. You live only for fighting," Erioh shook his head. He wouldn't mind this man if it weren't for how bloodthirsty and sadistic he was.

Well, that's a lie. He didn't mind that. Some of his family were like that and he still loved them. What stopped him from liking Yujiro was the fact that the man didn't let himself get tied down, nor did he care for his family in a conventional way. Instead he usually made their lives harder.

Yujiro didn't say anything to refute Erioh which made the old man sigh.

"Speaking of family, one of my kids met your granddaughters," Yujiro said which caused both the old men to cough on their tea, spitting it out in a comedic way. The gargantuan man leaned over the table, his eyes in between a curious gaze and a glare as he looked at Yujiro.

"Which kid? That Baki lad?" he asked, his voice deep, befitting his size, yet also even and smooth.

Shaking his head, Yujiro gave a slight smile, "No. Another one called Yukiro. One I have high hopes for," his voice morphed into a more savage tone as he spoke about his hopes for Yukiro, causing both Erioh and the other man to feel sorry for the child. Yet their worries were soon overridden by bigger worries.

"Will he hurt Miu?"

"Will he hurt my little Karla?!"

Two questions, yet the sentiment was the same and it caused Yujiro to smirk with disdain before shaking his head.

"That kid? He's probably physically stronger than them and his technique is making progress despite being pretty crude...but he won't hurt them. He knows who they are, and he doesn't attack people who don't provoke him," he took a breath, watching as the other men's expressions calmed down, before smiling wickedly "But if he does attack them, just take either his mother or sister hostage and he'll surrender himself. They're his weak spot!" he let out a laugh before pouring himself some more tea.

The giant man, otherwise known as Hayato Furinji, Miu's Grandfather and also the Elder of the Ryozanpaku Dojo, looked troubled at what Yujiro just said, mainly because he'd already guessed that Yujiro had done something similar, "Yujiro, you haven't...?" he asked, hoping he was wrong.

Yujiro replied with a snort-like laugh before a wide smile spread across his face, "Of course I have!" he shouted, excitement filling his voice, "Once I told him that, his strength started skyrocketing! Protecting others can serve as wonderful motivation...revenge can serve as an even better motivation...but I'm satisfied with his progress, so I won't push him that far," his smile shrunk into a smaller one, before he started sipping his tea again.

"Yujiro..." Hayato started, yet he stopped himself and changed the subject. He already knew how Yujiro was, he'd fought with him over the past few decades and had gotten to know the strongest creature...he could only wish that the child, Yukiro, could keep his father entertained. "...Let's get this fight over with, we've had enough talk," Hayato said before standing up from his chair.

Yujiro smiled wildly once again, before taking his feet from off the table and standing up, a red aura spreading outward from him and distorting the air.

"Finally!" he shouted before he started to stretch his body.

Erioh just shook his head before putting down his cup and standing up as well.

. . .

POV Change - Yukiro Nishimiya

Exiting the Ryozanpaku Dojo, I felt completely drained.

Those two sadistic bastards...they really know how to push a body to it's limit without inflicting any kind of damage. During the stretching exercises I genuinely felt like I was about to die.

'You have higher potential and a stronger baseline body, so you need more intense training!' was all the two of them would say when I questioned the training methods...bunch of asshats. They are right but it doesn't mean the training didn't hurt. God did it hurt.

I can still feel the ache in my joints and muscles even now.

The end result was worth it, however. Mainly because they came up with a way for me to train even when I wasn't at the Ryozanpaku Dojo.

Because of the density of my muscles, most conventional ways of exercise just wouldn't work on me, so Akisame and Kureha really had to scrape at their medical genius minds to find a way for me to be successfully trained. But they weren't medical geniuses for no reason, and they soon came up with a way to work my muscles properly:

Pit them against one another.

The biggest and hardest training for me, would be to force my muscles to temper one another, making them push, grind, pull, and bash into one another like wild beasts, practically turning my entire muscular system into a battleground. My muscles would grow in strength, endurance, and durability under the constant pressure, which would only make them grow further. It was a constant cycle.

As I didn't have the muscle control to do this on my own - yet - Akisame and Kureha came up with specific poses that would help. It was kind of like Yoga, or Calisthenics. Once I got into the position, I would have to flex the muscle group assigned to that position, and the tempering would begin.

There were dozens upon dozens of positions and every single one of them tempered a muscle group. Big or small, it was targeted by one of the positions/stances.

This exercise was also made to start the process of remolding my body's muscle into Pink Muscle, rather than the White or Red Muscle it already was. With Red Muscle being related to stamina/endurance, and White Muscle being related to explosive power/strength. Pink Muscle was the perfect balance.

Of course I couldn't just rely on these peculiar positions to increase my strength, I still had to go back for other kinds of training that the two sadistic old men could think up. Even if conventional training couldn't really do it for me, their training was by no means conventional.

I also had to go there to get my specialized diet off of Kureha, as food was the building block for any strong person. According to him anyway.

Though I wonder how I'm gonna explain that to mom?

...Haah~ I'll probably have to tell her I've joined a Dojo and that this is the diet I need to eat. Hopefully she doesn't panic too much. I hate it when she panics.

Stopping such thoughts, I walked in the direction of my house, knowing that I had to get back so I could go and pick up Shouko with mom.

. . .

Getting back didn't take too long, especially with how quickly I recover stamina I had enough energy to run home after getting halfway home.

"Yu-kun! Let's go then, we need to pick up Shouko-chan!" mom shouted softly from the hallway and I got up, finishing off the sandwich she'd made me when I got back.

"Okay, coming!" I shouted in reply before downing my orange juice and running to the front door.

When I got there, I saw my mom looking at me with a smile and soft eyes. As I slowed down in front of her, she bent down to pick me up but when she tried to pick me up, she let out a breath of strained air as she lifted me a few inches off the ground, "Whew~! Yu-kun, you're getting really heavy, you know?!" she said in a strained force before finally giving up and putting me down.

My dense muscles and bones made it so I weighed much more than a normal 5-year-old, and it was to such a point that a normal working woman like my mom couldn't really lift me anymore.

Putting on a fake pout, I looked up at mom with a grumpy expression, "That's a rude thing to say, mom!" I said, acting like I was offended or something.

Hearing me, my mom panicked a little and went flustered as she tried to remedy the situation.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Yu-kun, I didn't mean it--Maybe mommy's just a bit too weak to lift Yu-kun..." she trailed off when she saw my mischievous smile, a smile of her own coming across her face as she let out a breath of relief - she was probably genuinely worried about her son developing a complex about his weight - she looked at me with a face of mock reprimand and continued, "Since when did I raise such a mischievous boy, hmm?" she mused before standing up and opening the door and pushing me outside toward the car.

Smiling, I walked toward the car, followed by my mom. The mom I loved dearly.

. . .

As I sat in the back of the car, on the way back from Shouko's elementary school, I had to deal with Shouko hugging my arm like I was some kind of teddy bear.

I didn't mind it. I loved my sister. Yet...sometimes it could be a bit too much. Hopefully she grows out of it. I don't mind occasionally snuggling with my sister - she was a little bundle of cuteness, after all - it's just that it happening all the time could be slightly annoying. Though I'd never stop her from doing what she wants. Guess that makes me a siscon, huh?

Suddenly, a board was put in front of me, [What did you do today, Yu-kun?] it was Shouko's board which she communicated through. She was deaf after all. Despite how I constantly told her that I didn't mind her slurred speech, she never spoke. Even when I learnt Sign Language, she always used her board, telling me that she didn't want me to trouble myself.

Looking toward my right, I saw her curious and innocent hazel eyes looking up at me with eagerness. Smiling back at her, I spoke while also signing my reply.

"I met some children my age. One of them had a grandfather who owned a Dojo, so we all went there to visit. I met some nice people and even got a teacher for martial arts," I said, to which I felt the car shake slightly as my mother gripped the wheel a bit too tightly, "Mom? You okay?" I asked, Shouko following my worried eyes and writing 'You okay?' on her board and flashing it at our mother.

"D-did you say you want to learn martial arts, Yu-kun?" her voice was a bit shaky and from what I could see, her skin had gone pale white.

"Mhm," I nodded my head, sounding out a sound of affirmative. Her skin went slightly paler before returning to it's usual rosy splendor.

"Don't push yourself too hard, Yu-kun," she said, instantly seeing through my reasoning for why I was taking up martial arts, but she carried on without stopping, "How much do I need to pay them?" she asked, back to her normal self.

"Nothing. I showed them my strength and they took me on for free as their disciple," I lied, purely because I couldn't say that they knew I was Yujiro Hanma's son, and the one who was training me had his eye taken out by Yujiro; that it was all because of indirect revenge, could I?

Before she could reply, however, I asked her something.

"Can I take up piano lessons, mom?" I asked with an innocent tone. Why did I want to be a pianist? Wouldn't that be a massive waste of my time? Maybe, maybe not. But it was something of an innate desire of my past life to be able to play the Piano. I wouldn't put that my effort toward it that it would get in the way of my martial arts training or my physical training, but it was something I wanted to do.

Hobbies are healthy, after all. I can't purely do things that rely on revenge and hatred. It would wear me down.

Plus it does help that Shouko really likes the feel/vibration of the piano. As a deaf person, she doesn't get to enjoy much in terms of entertainment via sound but music is one of the things that she loves. She can't hear it per se but she can feel the vibrations and 'listens' to it in that way. That in and of itself is a form of hearing. Classical music is the most calming to her when compared to things like pop or rock which are fast and jarring.

Hence why I wish to learn the Piano.

I'm a siscon. Sue me.