13 Korea
A/N: A reader had a great question, and the answer was quite long, so I will try to explain it here for him and everybody else that might have it.
The question concerns Azuma´s second perk.
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I didn`t want a system, too overused in my opinion.
So, I thought about a concept I saw in another novel, From mortal to divinity, I mentioned it in the A/N of the second chapter
This is the easiest way I can explain it.
Imagine a interface in which you have one clear option, and all others are unclickable, choosing his family as stated by the other perk costs 100 points, the exact amount for the one clear option, the exact amount you have. Let us say his next world is DxD, so he chooses to be born in Ria´s family, the family is the clear option. But at the same interface an option says, you can be born with a Longinus, that costs 200 points, which you do not have, so you go to the negative options, this options give you points for choosing them, all of them are clear, one of the options say that the moment you are born Ophis will start looking for you, you choose it, and now you have 1000 more points since Ophis looking for you is extremely dangerous. So, with the new points you can look for more positive aspects, like the Longinus I mentioned or any other thing in the list.
I hope it made sense.
And please give me your thoughts on the original explanation, was I clear in there or should I change it to make more sense.
Thanks
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My trip was uneventful, as easy as mom dropping me in the airport, get in, get out, welcome to Korea, I think to myself.
Although it was weird, they let me enter a plane with a big ass sword, could not forget Tenken at mom´s place. Either the plane regulations are nonexistent here or mom twisted some wrists, whatever the case may be I arrived in Korea without complications.
How do I know Korean? I did wish for talent in languages, and while most my life has been training I´ve had time to learn a few languages.
I arrived at a nice hotel and started searching. The war not only did a number on Japanese martial artists, but it also seems it was like that for the rest of the world. The grandmasters that did not die, either never participated or are in hiding, recuperating, resting.
Finding a grandmaster at this day and age is hard. The ones from canon are not yet grandmasters, all the known ones are in training. And while I would love to meet some of them, like Akisame or Kensei, I need to grow strong, besides in a couple of years I wouldn't need to look for them, they will all be in a nice group together at Ryōzanpaku.
It was a pain finding what I was looking for, I wanted a taekwondo teacher. I pretty much have all my bases covered, jujitsu for close range, grabs and throws, Fūrinji style, for pretty much everything else, but god gave me legs, let use them.
One week after my arrival in Korea and I was still searching, rumors of people doing superhumans feats, myths of people in the mountains, going to every dojo that I could find, anything that may point me in the right direction.
I trashed dojos left and right, thankfully no one there was a master class, at most low class master, there is a big difference there, if a group of high level disciples can defeat one, aka Fortuna, an expert class is easily able to defeat them, not really easily, but while I haven`t mastered either of my martial arts, the strictness of the Kushinada style with the unpredictability of the Fūrinji style makes me one of the most powerful expert classes out there, at least based on what the dojo masters said.
I challenged dojos for two reasons, one, combat experience, enough said, and second, I also trash talked taekwondo at every chance. Grandmasters are incredibly prideful of their art, so although my plan may backfire, it is the fastest way to get their attention.
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And boy did I get their attention, masters came after me on a daily basis, I had to run, repeatedly, but they didn´t interest me, I wanted at least a grandmaster to advance grandmaster to teach me, it may sound condescending, but considering who my previous teachers were, I wanted the best.
I fell in a cycle, go searching, challenge every dojo I find, trash talk, masters appear, run, repeat. That was until my twentieth day in Korea. After running from a couple of masters that had been harassing me for a couple of days, and hiding in an alleyway, a presence made itself known, it was strong, almost at mom´s level.
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"So, you are the boy that has been spitting on taekwondo huh." A voice said, it felt angry, and powerful, full of pride. As much as I would have loved to run right there, he would catch me.
I steeled myself and said to no one in particular. "Could you show yourself?" I asked. "You are stronger than me, but it´s a lack of respect to not show yourself to your opponent." The moment I said that a man appears in front of me. Not that tall, muscular but not ripped, he looks to be in his fifties.
"Pftttt, HAHAHAHA, opponent the kid says." The man pauses, "Kid you are not my opponent, yes you are strong for your age, but it´s too early for you to consider yourself my opponent." The man says, condescendingly, but he was right.
I was not angry, yes, my pride might been hurt, but this was the man I was looking for. Strong, based on his aura, a taekwondo master, or he would not have come to me. Let's see if my stupidity was fruitful.
"Sir, could you tell me who you are?" Respect clear in my voice.
"At least you don´t lack manners boy." he said, his view on me was already bad, if I wasn´t even respectful, my wish for him to teach me would go down the drain. "So, why have you been talking badly about my martial art kid? And before you answer consider it very carefully, you are an expert, I would have killed had it not been for that pin in your shirt." He points at my pin. Looking at it carefully.
What, why? This was a small present that dad gave me a some days before he left, saying it was a small keepsake so I could remember him, since we wouldn't be seeing each other for some years at least... ahhh, bastardly old man, protecting me even if he´s not here.
Let us see if my suspicion is correct. "Why would the pin have anything to do to whether you kill me or not." I ask.
He looks, surprised? Not believing what he´s hearing. "Why you ask? This a pin signals you are someone close to The Elder, and though I´m not scared of him, one, I respect him enough to let you talk, and two, if I did something to you he would probably hunt me down, and that something no one wants in his life."
Seems I was correct, damned old man protecting me from who knows where.
"Answer my question, what´s your relationship with Hayato Fūrinji? And why have you been slandering taekwondo?" He impatiently asks, again.
This makes things easier if he knows dad. I take a deep breath. "Well I´m a direct disciple of Hayato sensei." I lied, people out there knowing I´m his son would put a target in my back, at least now that I´m this weak, besides some of my plans require anonymity and if knowledge that I´m his son goes out, my plans would have to be scrapped.
"Bullshit, Hayato Fūrinji has no direct disciples, stop lying to me, or with or without the pin, I will kill you." It seems he does not believe me, makes sense, dad never took disciples, he only taught some moves to a select few, but it´s better than saying I´m his son.
I slowly raise both my hands. Showing them to the man. I proceed to ask him. "May I show you that I´m telling the truth." I state.
He narrows his eyes, trying to find if I´m lying or trying to do some underhanded trick. When he realizes I´m not planning anything.
Dryly says. "Let me see." Crossing his arms, expecting a good show.
I find myself in a conundrum, it will be hard to prove I´m his disciple, without letting something slip, hinting our real relationship. I have an idea, hope it works.
I slowly back away from him, keeping eye contact with the man, my hands still raised, I slowly turn to the wall, and enter my stance, still looking at him, I see him raise an eyebrow.
With my arms in position I extend my hand, my palm open and only the three middle fingers extended. His other eyebrow rises, realizing what I´m about to do.
I thrust my arm forward, impacting the wall and creating a hole the size of a fist, "Kazoe Nukite" I hear him whisper. I look at him expectantly, hoping the demonstration was enough for him to believe me. I raise my own eyebrow at him, hinting him to talk or do something.
While he seems a little impressed, emphasis in ´a little´. He only says. "So? While surprising that you know one of the legendary techniques, its common knowledge he has taught them to some."
Fuck you man, what do you want from me.
Fine, let´s see what else I can do.
Once again, I move backward, my face hinting him to keep watching, good thing I´m in an alley. I bend my leges and jump to the wall, using as a platform to kick the opposing wall, my legs opened, Van Damme style. As my foot connects, a hole the size of a large table, appears on the wall.
As I land, I look at him, his mild surprise, morphed to full surprise. Fuck it, I already started let finish it. To make sure he is paying attention I point toward him, and then at the wall. Making sure I got his attention.
I enter Ryūsui Seikūken, and position myself in front of the wall with the giant hole in it, I punch it as hard as I can, releasing more debris from the hole, as the small rocks are falling towards me, they seem to avoid me completely, my body moving as little and late as possible that to bystander it will look like the rocks are bending by themselves, following my outline but never touching me.
I look at him again now he looks astonished, he looks at me with a seriousness that wasn`t there before and asks. "Was that Korui Nuki and Ryūsui Seikūken?" I simply nod and smirk a little.
Still astonished he says, "Alright, I believe you, no one is known to have learned more than one technique, the only logical conclusion on why you would know not one, nor two, but three of the techniques-" There I simply raise six fingers, my little smirk a full one by now.
"Wait SIX, you know SIX?..... Yeah okay, you are his disciple, that's for sure, no way he simply taught you six techniques."
Astonishment still in his face. "So why would de disciple of the invincible superman be in Korea, trash talking taekwondo?" he asks.
I smile, point at him then at me.
"I want you to teach me."
