4 CHAPTER 4: TRAINING COMBAT
'Fist arts training commence'
rang a mechanical voice inside Taylor's head as soon as he lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. He jolted awake from his bed and looked around and realized it was just his dream.
' Shall I go and sleep with mom and dad'
as soon as that thought strikes his mind, he blows that away,
' No. Even if they are there to comfort me, they couldn't help in my dreamland so I have to face it. That too, I was the one who said to them, I will sleep alone.'
It's about a week after his birthday, he didn't go to school and spend his time at home. After that day's nightmare, he doesn't have any more nightmares like that, so he thought he should sleep alone and give his parents some space. Even he didn't know why he is acting mature for his age but as that thought struck him. He came to his bedroom to sleep alone.
'A man has to live by his word',
he lay down on his bed and closed his eyes with a manly thought.
'Fist arts training commence'
again he heard the same mechanical voice, but Taylor didn't open his eyes this time, he just tried to ignore the voice and sleep.
As he tried to ignore it, something unbelievable happened.
Different from his previous dreams in this particular dream he was standing on a platform in the shape of the circular disk which he couldn't see the end. The platform was grey in color. From the place, he was standing, the sky was divided into two sides. The left side sky was white and the right side sky was black while the platform has a grey color. Not knowing what to do since he couldn't see anything out of order. He moved, thinking the surroundings would change like his previous dreams. But to his surprise, he could move.
' Yes, I can walk. Hurray.'
'But now, where am I to go'
When he was debating about what to do, a mirror appeared ten meters before him out of nowhere. He moved towards the mirror slowly, while shouting 'anyone there'. He cautiously moved towards the mirror and looked at it, after seeing his own reflection he breathed out a sigh of relief,
' Thank god. Nothing bad happened'
Just as he relaxed for being lucky, the god he thanked played him because two people came out of the mirror. To be more precise the reflection of him that was inside the mirror started moving out of the mirror. They looked the same as him, a clone, but the difference between them is that one person is purely white while the other is black and both of their faces, don't show any emotions. They looked similar to a doll.
The white guy moved to the left and the black guy to the right of the platform that was separated by the line. Then they started punching out their fists just the martial arts masters and started practicing their own fist art.
That was the thought that came to his mind looking at them and by recalling what the voice said.
' Fist Arts'.
As he was shocked by their sudden appearance and due to fear he stood there not moving an inch. Seeing them doing their own work he stood there and did nothing, just looking at them cautiously.
' If they turned towards me, I should run away. Yup. Run, run.'
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When he wakes up the next morning, he didn't feel tired because of standing there the whole night not moving an inch in the dream world. He didn't say about this to his parents. Since nothing bad happened in the dream, he doesn't want them to worry about him unnecessarily.
' the two dolls, just do their work. For me no problem' having this thought he went to school.
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Upon seeing Taylor enter the class fatty Edward ran towards him,
"Boss I came to your birthday party, but I couldn't see you. They said you were hospitalized due to food poisoning. How are you?."
'so that was the justification grandpa used to finish the party and send everyone away' thinking that Taylor just laughs it off.
" I am fine fatty, don't worry"
"But boss I don't believe it," said Edward looking seriously at Taylor's face.
"What! Why you don't believe it? "
asked bewildered Taylor.
'when everyone including the school chairman believed that excuse, why is he not believing it'
"Boss you are Invincible to me. How can you get food poisoned? No way. It's a complete lie" said Edgard with a resolute face.
Looking at that clear innocent eyes Taylor had a bad feeling,
' is he making fun of me'
"Fatty you ...."
" Yes, boss"
" Nothing".
said Taylor. he has a lot of wild imaginations in his head,
'due to Jessica's betray, I'm just paranoid '. 'fatty is a good guy'.
'yes, he won't make fun of me. hereafter only fatty and me. Duo squad'.....
Even though the conversation ended Edward didn't leave Taylor alone, his curiosity knows no bounds...
Due to Edward's continuous nagging,
Taylor: " I went to space to celebrate my birthday with my alien friends"
Edward: " Cool Boss. Next time when you go take me too. Please "
'haha. This fatty is definitely making fun of me.'
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Again that night he stood at the same place and those two guys are doing the same fist arts.
'Don't those guys feel tired, doing the same thing'
But more than that, this is the 1st time the dream is repeating itself. So something has changed.
Not knowing what to do. He just stood there.
'I am bored. How long Am I going to stand here.' thinking for some time, he came up with an idea.
Taylor walked toward the white guy slowly, being ready to run at any time, and started to strike a conversation.
" Hi, dude. I am Taylor, may I know your name? "
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.....
Even after his continuous nagging, the white guy didn't even flinch, he kept on punching. So he moved towards the black guy and said,
" Hi, dude. I am Taylor, you see that white guy is putting on airs. Not even responding to me. But you look like a good person, so can you... "
He didn't finish what he was saying because he can see it, it's crystal clear the black guy is the same.
So he just stood there again dumbfounded.
'So there is no way out of this situation'
Since those guys didn't respond, he called for the mechanical voice many times, at last, he even scolded it, nonetheless, all ended with no response.
'still no answer.' he thought.
He came to a sudden realization, that this is the nightmare worst than the things that happened before. The dreams before came and went like a cloud. But now this dream is continuing for the second day. How long will it continue?.
No one could answer this question.
Not the mechanical voice.
Not the mirror.
Not the two guys.
Just as he thought about the two guys, he looked at them again.
He looked at the white guy for a minute and the black guy for a minute.
Then he moved towards the white guy and stood facing him. He started doing the same thing the white guy is doing. Repeating the same moves.
This is fun...
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Next morning
Taylor wondered,
'how long did I do the same thing, repeating the white guy. Anyways it was fun.'
So from that day onwards he followed white guys moves for two months. After two months of constant practice with the white guy, he reached the perfection in that fist arts, he was happy about it. But the white guy is not so much happy about it, because the next second the white guy started attacking him with relentless attacks of his fists.
For the next two month, Taylor was beaten black and blue by the white guys, he lost countless times,
" Finally..... Finally, you damn white guy"...
Yes, finally Taylor won the white guy, after repeated failure, he finally mastered the fist arts in battle and overwhelmed the fight.
'Failure leads to success'
After his defeat, the white guy changed into white smoke and entered into Taylor's chest. Then he got some information in his mind,
' White Tortoise Fist Arts - perfect balance of defense and attack'
"hahaha... heheheh..."
Feeling content with himself, laughing foolishly he turned towards the black guy... "Next is you... "
He repeated the same process but because of the battle experience, he gained from fighting the white guy, He learned fist arts from the black guy in one month and defeated him in one month taking only two months to absorb the black guy.
' Black Dragon Fist arts - heavy attack power'.
After realizing how things worked, he stood before the mirror again.
'Sword Arts Training Commence'
ringed a mechanical voice.
After that two guys carrying sword came out of the mirror and repeated the same process as their predecessors did. They started practicing continuously.
He doesn't know when but there was a weapon rack standing beside the mirror. In the rack, he saw a sky blue sword hanging. He moved towards the rack and took the sword. Holding the sword in his hand, he tried different poses for sometimes. After feeling satisfied he moved towards the black guy and started to learn the black guy's sword arts.
He dreamed it will be easy to learn the sword arts since he learned the fist arts in six months.
But the reality is always harsh, it took him 2 years to learn the sword arts.
'Spear Arts Training commence'
4 years.
'Bow Arts Training commence'
1 ½ year.
'Movement Training commence'
1 year.
'White - Holyness
Black - Darkness
To not break the balance Enter 'Fantasy World' to merge them'
"What Fantasy World? Where is that?..... " Taylor asked.
'Cold as ever. For nine years not even one of my question is answered '
