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Marvel: LOTM pathways

When Mark Tingen a 23 year old man, a seemingly ordinary individual from Earth, transmigrates into the body of 17-year-old Leon Pentance in the Marvel universe, his life takes an extraordinary turn. Awakening to newfound powers as a Sequence 9 Apprentice from "Lord of the Mysteries,". However, his new life as a budding adult is far from typical as he grapples with removing certain people from the picture and maintaining his social life, while harboring the secrets of a mysticism.

MorbidCuriosity · Anime et bandes dessinées
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8 Chs

Combat and money

Over eight transformative months, Leon Pentance immersed himself in a symphony of combat and finance, his life woven with threads of mastery and subtlety. As the early rays of dawn painted the skyline, he strode into the dojo, his determination unwavering, his senses acute.

Mornings were a ritual of dedication and growth. The tatami mats whispered beneath his bare feet as he stretched, honing his body for the day's rigors. Danny Rand's guidance unfurled new layers of technique. Strikes and counters flowed like poetry, each move a brushstroke on the canvas of combat.

Leon's training unfurled like chapters in a tome of martial prowess. Wing Chun's elegance embraced Muay Thai's ferocity. Footwork, precision, and power became the foundation of his artistry. Every technique honed his form, etching a mark of mastery onto his soul.

The dojo's air became charged with energy during sparring sessions. Against Danny Rand's students, Leon tasted defeat, absorbing blows and learning the bitter truths of combat. But defeat was a catalyst, not a deterrent. Each loss fanned the embers of growth within him.

Days melted into weeks, and something extraordinary began to unfold. The rhythm of his movements transcended the realm of mastery. Strikes flowed seamlessly, blocks were timed to perfection, and evasions became dances of strategy. He became a symphony conductor of battle.

Meanwhile, his financial ventures paralleled his physical evolution. Stark Industries yielded a remarkable 25% return, Oscorp Industries manifested a 20% gain, and Roxxon Corporation surged with a staggering 30% increase. His initial $20,000 investment bloomed into $19,000 of profit. , Stark Industries had yielded a remarkable 25% return on his investment. The initial sum of $20,000 had transformed into an impressive $25,000, leaving a $5,000 profit in its wake. Every decision he made, from the dojo to the trading floor, bore the signature of his analytical mind.

Within the dojo, Leon's evolution rippled through his sparring sessions. He engaged Danny Rand's students, once struggling, now commanding the arena with a newfound prowess. As his techniques crystallized, his adversaries marveled at his growth. Skepticism gave way to respect; admiration painted their eyes.

The younger students whispered among themselves, their voices tinged with awe. "Have you seen Leon? He's gone from a noob to master in such a short time." Their gazes shifted from curiosity to intrigue as his abilities bloomed.

Amidst his rise, Leon's evening hours became laboratories of fusion. The power of "Door Opening" merged seamlessly with his combat repertoire. Obstacles became nothing more than fleeting notions as he traversed space effortlessly, blending his power with the lessons of the dojo.

"Spirit Vision" offered him a new perspective. Beyond the corporeal, he glimpsed into realms unseen, discerning emotions and auras that painted the world in shades beyond the ordinary. His ability to unlock locks evolved into metaphoric triumphs, as he unraveled not just mundane barriers but the complexities of life.

One evening, as the sun set over the city, Leon sparred with a newfound intensity. Danny Rand's watchful gaze followed the duel. The seasoned master observed his student's metamorphosis. A knowing smile graced his lips, for he recognized a prodigy in the making.

With eight months of relentless training behind him, Leon Pentance had emerged from the crucible of combat as a force to be reckoned with. His movements flowed like poetry, his strikes held the weight of mastery, and his calm demeanor masked a mind calculating each move with precision. The dojo had become his second home, a sanctuary where his physical prowess had blossomed, and his financial acumen had flourished.

Yet, among all the students of Danny Rand's dojo, there was one whose prowess dwarfed them all—Danny Rand himself. The time had come for student and master to cross swords. The air was heavy with anticipation as they faced each other on the mat.

Danny Rand's presence radiated like an ancient warrior, his aura a testament to years of discipline and experience. The atmosphere crackled with energy, a silent symphony of respect between teacher and pupil.

As the sparring began, the clash of their movements echoed through the dojo. Leon's strikes were swift, his technique impeccable. But Danny Rand's defense was impenetrable, his counters like threads of destiny weaving through the tapestry of combat.

The spar unfolded with calculated intensity. Leon's moves were a manifestation of his training, a testament to his journey. But each blow that he launched was met with a counter that displayed Danny's mastery. The mismatch was evident, yet Leon's resolve held strong. He absorbed Danny's strikes with the same grace with which he executed his own.

The dance of combat continued, a tale of experience versus potential. Leon's gaze never wavered, his eyes reflecting not defeat, but the unyielding spirit that had carried him through his eight-month metamorphosis. Every strike he absorbed was a lesson learned, every counter he devised was a step closer to the elusive mastery he sought.

As the spar neared its conclusion, Danny's movements shifted, becoming a whirlwind of precision. With a final strike, he disarmed Leon, leaving him standing unarmed on the mat. The dojo fell into a hushed silence.

Danny Rand's gaze held a mix of admiration and solemnity. He extended his hand to help Leon to his feet. "You've grown immensely in these months, Leon," he said, his voice carrying the weight of a mentor's wisdom. "Your journey is just beginning."

Leon's lips curved into a serene smile. He had lost the spar, but in the process, he had gained something far more valuable—the affirmation that his path was one of evolution, not stagnation. The dojo's walls bore witness to his growth, and Danny Rand's nod was the seal of approval he had sought.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the dojo, Leon Pentance stood tall. His calm demeanor held the knowledge that defeat was merely a stepping stone on the road. The echoes of his training and the lessons of his spar reverberated within him, merging seamlessly with his unique abilities.

In the quiet of his home, he meditated, merging his newfound combat prowess with his powers. The power of "Door Opening" became a dance of evasion, allowing him to sidestep attacks with a grace that mirrored his movements in the dojo. "Spirit Vision" granted him insight into his opponent's intentions, painting a portrait of their tactics before they even moved.

And in the stillness, as he exercised the power to unlock locks, he understood that the key to his own growth lay within. He had become a warrior with an artist's sensibility, a fighter with a strategist's mind.

A/N: This is a montage of his training over the course of eight month, Fisk better be ready for this.