Chapter 2 The Hanma Clan

Chapter 2 The Hanma Clan (2)

Day 1

What the hell are these people feeding me!?

It has been just one day and I have already been subjected into the torturous way of this world. This family is very ruthless to it's core.

Who in the world would feed their one day old infant with a fucking poison pill!?

Holy hell this people are insane!

They didn't even let me drink milk or something.

Instead, they fed me a fucking poison pill!!

Day 2

Fucking hell, why do I feel my body becoming stronger. And I mean strong strong, I am no professional infant to say this but I think an infant shouldn't be this strong.

Normally they would have little to no control over their body but how can I already command my limbs to move the way I desire them to.

It must be that god damn pill.

Day 3

At this point I'm not even surprise anymore, I can feel the bones and flesh of my body harden at an abnormal rate.

It feels like I can lift myself up already even though I'm just three days old.

And so I did, with just three days of living here under my belt I stood up.

By the way it has been already three days yet I haven't seen my mother nor my father. All I saw this last day was the servants who didn't even look suitable to take care of a child.

I think they can't even talk, they were literally missing a tongue and their eyes were covered with a bandage.

Day 4

I have consumed that vile pill once again, and this time I think the toxicity was more intense than the last ones.

But who am I to complain when I was the one benefiting.

At this point I'm not surprised anymore, I can already do punches with my feeble body, and I can even kick which is the most impressive.

In order to kick one must balance their body so that they won't fall over or lose strength of their kick, but miraculously I can. With no disbalance or anything I was able to perform kicks and I even managed to do a combo of a punch and kick.

Day 5

How many times do I have to be surprised!?

Just recently, my body convulsed crazily. My body feels like it would explode from all the medicine I consumed. It was torturous that I think any infant that would experience this would immediately die.

But after that painful experience I felt my body once again grow strong.

After that, I stood up with my feeble body. I know it may seem crazy, but I was able to flip. And I think my weight even increased.

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Shenrong Hanma was the father of Ryusen Hanma and the son of the current clan head of Hanma Clan Jajinken Hanma.

With both father and son facing each other while sharing a cup of tea, a barrier of invisible aura surrounded them, as if reality itself is cut off from their space. Then Jajinken Hanma spoke:

"Your new boy. It seems that the purity of his blood is more than expected."

Jajinken spoke with a hoarse voice, under his silk robe was a thin body that was withered by the wind of time but even if this old man was old and may look like weak it was the opposite, this man right here stood at the apex of martial world and rules the Hanma.

"It appears to be so, father." Shenrong intoned in a monotone voice, he spoke to his father with respect because in Hanma Clan there is no familial love there is only strength. You can only be respected here not loved, and Jajinken as the strongest here gets the most respect.

"By the way, how is my Fitz and Kril?"

Fitz and Kril was Ryusen's brother, the eldest was fifteen years old while the middle child was 9 years old. Both of them may be young, but as bearer of Hanma blood they have already been undergoing harsh training that no sane human would dare to imagine.

"Fitz have completed the second gate while Kril is still undergoing the first gate."

"My, my that is impressive. Especially Fitz. When I was his age I was still stuck in the middle way of the second stage but for him to already complete it."

"Ho ho it seems that our family has once again given birth to a monster."

"Good job my son, good job."

When Shenrong heard his fathers praise, he felt a little happy and proud. The times where his father praises him in his entire life can be counted with only two hands.

So for him to hear his father's word of praise he felt a little happy.

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