paying for my treat

Unexpectedly, he calmed down and agreed to stay for the next five days as payment for his treat.However he was yet to find out that the five days of his stay was going to hold an important change in his life, little did he know that this old man was the world acclaimed master of kung-fu and the martial arts world.

Though no one had ever seen him in real life they still believed he existed and that no one could get a training session from him. He was extremely hard to come by and preferred to stay out of the world's reach.Never would he have thought that out of his tragedy will there be a pleasant surprise.

Still unknown of the old man's abilities he calmly agreed to stay for the agreed time extension.He entered the small room again to get himself settled, still thinking about the mystery of this old man and how he had been able to make all of his wounds disappear overnight was something baffling.

Midnight

"knock, knock, knock"then came the creaky sound of the old wooden door opening the old man walked into his room and immediately poured an icy cold water on him,what are u doing on my bed came the old man's cold voice.

"who exactly are you and what were u doing in this mountain "

"where are you from and what brought you here".

He awoke from his slumber and looked at the old man sheepishly without talking,only after some time passed did he open his mouth to speak

"I'm a boy and as you can see I'm I don't even know where I'm",. still carrying out his anger at the old man for pouring such icy cold water on him.Though he was arrogant,he still showed some sense of gratitude within his voice making the old man look at him suspiciously..."come sleep on the floor I don't share my bed with anyone "

...unwillingly he came down and laid on the cold floor.

Why don't tell me your story,how did u get here....the old man sounded sincere enough for him to believe either they both got along very well, so let his guard down and was ready to tell his story to the old man when suddenly there was a gush of wind blowing in the room. He looked at the old man with a suspicion written all over his face..I will tell you my story after the storm and "he starts laughing".I will let you in on my story but not tonight maybe tomorrow.

Hearing this the grumpy old man gave up because he knew that deep down there was something about this boy that kept pulling him close.. though he was old at about a hundred and twelve years old he could feel that he didn't know anything at all compared to the boy.

Next day....

Before dawn broke,the old man was already out of bed and about his chores and before sunrise he was done Preparing breakfast.As they were eating the old man kept staring at him.. "Mmmmm, are you going to tell me your story or not?" only then did he raise his head to look at the old man with his mouth stuffed he could only blurt out.. "you want to know my story??... something seemed to fall out of place....

If you are eager to know my story then here you go.....

Mmmmm, actually....