4 Training Begins! (2)

Vrãu! Vrãu!

Sinan swung the training saber through the air slowly in his room, completely immersed in his training of the form, Shii-Cho.

Shii-Cho favored a direct approach to combat that strongly resembled that of traditional sword-fighting of the sort still practiced by warriors throughout the galaxy wielding monomolecular-edged blades and vibroswords.

The strikes and broad parries of Form I were quite basic in comparison to the sophisticated Force-empowered maneuvers of other forms. However, this relative simplicity ensured that Form I was viable in a variety of situations if perhaps less effective than a more specialized form.

This form was the first form that almost every lightsaber wielder learned when they were young. Whether it be by Jedi, sith, or a completely different faction, Shii-Cho was an important part of lightsaber combat.

Vrãu!

Sinan held the lightsaber in his left hand, which was his dominant hand, and immediately swung it multiple times precisely, aggressively with minimal footwork then switched back to holding it with both hands, continuing the routine.

He repeated this and a few other basic moves over and over again, his immersion within his craft deepening further.

But...

"My young body is holding me back. My stamina can't keep up with the rigorous training I need to put myself through."

Indeed, Sinan could only do so much while he was so young. Being accustomed to an immortal body that never tires, it was quite a struggle to suddenly be limited by mortal problems.

"Well, nothing can be done about it now. I'll just need to be patient."

And with that, Sinan continued with his Shii-Cho practice every day after mediation.

As time went on and the days, months, and years passed by, Sinan never once broke this routine. Of course, he started school when he turned 6 but by then, he had already learned to meditate passively on the force.

The kids around him started to think he was mute, or just sick because of how blank his expression and eyes were during mediation. At first, the teachers discouraged the children from calling him names but after a while, most of them ended up ignoring Sinan's existence in class completely.

After all, he had excellent grades, so what more could they ask for?

These issues were of course brought up with the nuns at the orphanage by the teachers but they didn't have any way to solve it as Sinan acted the same way at home.

This was the result of Sinan's extreme focus on completing the task at hand. No matter what happened around him, it never got his attention. Even when he found out he was 'quirkless' at age 4, it never caused a ripple in his emotions even once.

Sinan's social life continued to dive as time went on, and more years passed. He had already mastered the Shii-Cho, Makashi and he was almost done with the Soresu form by the time he was nine years old.

His force abilities, understanding of the force, and wisdom continued to grow exponentially with every year that passed.

By 4 years old, he could make a car float.

By 6, he could cause the entire orphanage to shake with such force that it almost crumbled. A side effect of this action caused the orphanage to be rebuilt by the government because they felt that the situation was caused by natural forces.

By 8, Sinan could use Force Speed, force healing, a slightly mastered form of Tutaminis, and Enhance Attribute. And this was only the beginning.

As time went on, he eventually started to study all the aspects of the world around him.

What is Hero Society?

How did it come about?

How does it function?

How many heroes and villains did this planet boast?

These were just some of the questions that Sinan began researching in his free time. After all, when he starts to put his plan in motion, almost everyone on the planet would stand against him regardless of their differences in the past. At that point, he would need to use every advantage necessary.

Currently, Sinan was 14 years old. He was a senior in middle school, namely, Aldera Junior High, and it was finally time to choose where he would go next. At this point, Sinan had already devised a plan that would allow him to stay within the light side of the force and conquer the planet.

"C'MON CLASS! YOU'RE MIDDLE SCHOOL SENIORS! IT'S TIME YOU STARTED THINKING SERIOUSLY ABOUT YOUR FUTURES!"

Sinan immediately toned out his shouting teacher and fellow students when he realized that he wasn't saying anything that important. He sat there at the back of the class with his muscular physique printing through the black school uniform as his short spiky blonde hair blew in the wind.

As usual, no one paid him any mind as he sorted out his plans within his thoughts.

'It has been 14 years since I came here and I've already mastered 4 lightsaber forms, most of the aspects of control within the force, and I started delving into sense. This should be enough to advance into that hero school called U.A comfortably. For me to take over this planet, I need to know my ene-'

"Sinan Grey! Pay attention when I'm talking to the class!"

Sinan's homeroom teacher was looked at him fiercely as he called out to him. The teacher seemed to have had enough of Sinan's lack of concern for his words, which was fair. Of course, the class went quiet as everyone's attention turned to Sinan

But, Sinan didnt even bother responding to the teachers' words as he went back into his thoughts, smoothing out his plans.

"Sinan Grey!"

No response.

"SINANNNN!"

The teacher was almost going red with fury at the current situation. There was never a student in his entire teaching career that was as unresponsive as Sinan. He didn't know how to handle this situation at all.

Ding! Dong!....

That was the bell signaling the end of the school day. Sinan, still in his thoughts, picked up his bag and slowly walked out of the class with the teacher's fiery gaze upon his body as if he didn't do anything.

Unbeknownst to him though, one of the male students went to a certain angry, 'explosive', blonde-haired boy and whispered with a wicked sneer on his face, "Oi, Bakugo. Why don't we give Mr.Mute over there a farewell present when he passes the park this afternoon? Doesn't his smug mug piss you the fuck off?"

A wide smile appeared on Bakugo's villainous face as he made small explosions in his hands.

"Let's fucking kill him."