Rejected By The Sects III

"I stood with my feet slightly wider than my shoulder-width apart, and my toes were pointing directly towards my truck.

I raised Pudin above my head before lifting my chest outwards.

'It's time.'

I said to Pudin before throwing my hips down like a bear in heat.

Every time there would be a bend at my knees, I could feel the size of my bum increasing.

'YES! This is the power of Bear Squats.'

I shouted as a crowd gathered around my truck.

'I wonder what they are here for.'

I could only guess, but who cared as Pudin enjoyed the air high up while I could only hope for these bear squats to fill in the deficiency of talent that my whole being was carrying.

'I only want bigger and thicker cake.'

I shouted as my bear squats went to the unknown depths that even my knees were screaming in anguish.

But, what could I do?

I only had one goal: to join the Big Butt Sect, even if it meant dragging two peaks behind my back all the time.

Just like that, a week passed, and I had gained unforeseen notoriety for two reasons.

Firstly, I was squatting right outside the portal of the Big Butt Sect.

Secondly, In the past week, there wasn't even a tiny bit of difference. My butt was still like a vertical landslide.

Amassed with frustration and the continuous regret of wasting a week, I looked around with glaring eyes.

'Fuck you looking at? Go away, you fools.'

I shouted at the spectators who had been enjoying my failure. Many were holding popcorn bags, while others were even wearing a cola hat.

'This isn't working, Pudin.'

I lowered my hands slowly and looked into my only friend's eyes.

'I am sad, but it looks like you will have to make a sacrifice.'

'Mhuum~'

'Pudin, you are a great friend.'

Pudin was more than ready to help me with everything, but I knew he couldn't have seen my next move coming.

I grabbed Pudin tightly and shoved him in my pants. With his small size, he fit right next to my butt, causing it to look like a peak of some heavenly mountain.

'Mhuu~'

As Pudin cried in the darkness, I could only let out some air to calm his furry self.

'Let's go.'

Finally, I wore the truck key necklace and entered the portal.

A minute later, I found myself outside the portal.

With my pants ripped right around the area where my butt was, I was a spectacle.

Some were even naming me the eighth wonder of the world.

'I am sorry, Pudin.'

I knew the unconscious Pudin had suffered the most.

'It's confirmed now...'

I mumbled while remembering the scene I had just faced for a minute.

The most disgusting minute of my life.

As I entered, I was welcomed with the disgusting tale of Butts.

( Having a big butt is awesome. It helps us stay upright while keeping us tight. It increases our defense just like an iron fort behind a falling castle. Thus, fooling the enemies as they focus their attacks on our butt, thus, welcoming us to annihilate them in the process. )

I tried to raise my eyes as the words came from the sky, that is, the space right above my head.

As I looked up, I found a giant curve falling on me.

It was just the sect leader of the big butt sect, Butter, who had dropped his big ass on my back, tearing my clothes and exposing the fact that I was carrying a fake cake.

Little Pudin was already unconscious after smelling the toxic air, but now he was en route to a deeper and longer-lasting slumber after getting hit by the 'Butt Drop' of Butter.

The last thing that the Sect Leader Butter had said to me before he threw us out of the portal was still ringing in my head.

( You have no talent for butt martial arts. So, Get Lost! )

'Damn! Time to go back to china.'

I decided on my next stop after my four-hundredth or so failure.

This was how I had wasted a whole year while others were already progressing on the path of martial arts.

In China, my suffering increased by another leap.

From the ancient Tang Sect, whose martial artists were unmatched when it came to fighting with hidden weapons, to the silent but deadly Singed Sect, the masters of green poison, I was chased out by them all.

I felt like I was a walking tragedy. A calamity on myself.

'Abandoned by my parent, treated like shit by others. I only have you, Pudin.'

I held the soft paws of Pudin, who had a smug look on his face.

'Mhuum~'

'I know. Even you got selected as a disciple of the Forest Beast Sect.'

I held no contempt that my partner had already become a disciple of a Sect and was now officially part of the martial society.

Pudin had decided to be like a remote disciple of the Forest Beast Sect just to accompany me in my journey to become a martial artist as I roamed the Asian Continent before moving to the African Continent.

From Europe to Australia.

Nothing worked. No Sect could see the hidden talent sleeping inside me.

Just like that, another year passed, and I left for my XXXth destination.

America.

The result was even more bitter.

No talent. No Entry.

That is how another trip ended.

One after another, two more years passed as I went to every country that I could possibly go to just to face utter disgrace from the people of Martial Society.

I had become a joke of humanity.

The was no person in the World who was as untalented as I was. This talentless trait of mine had become a godly trait.

I was probably the only person in the World who had yet to become a disciple of any Sect.

Only one last stop was left.

My last chance to rise.

The only country that hadn't been showered by my extreme handsomeness.

Japan!

Konichiwa, Mina-san!

'Mhuum~'

'I know, Old Pudin.'

I was already practicing my Japanese while also knowing that the language barrier disappears like a fleeting wind whenever one enters the Martial Society. Pudin had pointed out the fact, which caused a massive load of embarrassment to fall on me.

Even he had become an inner disciple in the last two years, so I had to respect this partner of mine who had already reached the seniority stage."

Iwan suddenly stopped as Pudin was already awake, slowly climbing out of his shirt.