Prologue part two: preparations for a trip

"Check" says the young man while smirking slightly.

Standing up the young man inspects his kill.

"You were a worthy opponent Bacon Bag, but I win this time" exclaims the young man standing proudly.

"Now, where was I?" says the young man thoughtfully.

Holding his chin seemingly in deep thought,

The young man looks around lazily in search of the train of thought.

"Ahh right, this thing" says the young man after seeing the unmarked book on his hip.

The young man grabs the book from his side and inspects it while holding it with his thumb and index fingers.

"Now what the hell are you?" Exclaims the young man now back in his confused state.

Opening the book and feeling every individual page, smelling it and even tasting one page, came up with the same answer.

"It's... just a book, a blank book it seems, but a book nonetheless...hmmmm" holding his chin he trys to think of something. As he thinks, the air around him seems to become hazy as if he's body is on fire, his cheeks redden and his head seems to produce steam as he goes further into thought.

"Ahh HAH!" Shouts the young man in triumph "It's a MAGIC BOOK, now all I have to do to read it is...use magic." The young man says in a defeated tone.

"Well, guess I might as well try." says the straighting his back and taking in a deep breath.

Bringing his hands out the young man shouts

"ABRAKADABRA!" The young man shouts in attempt to gather up whatever magical power his ancestors have left for him.

It fails

"I don't know what I was attempting there, now I just feel stupid." Says the young man now slightly miffed.

"'its A F¥¢ing grimoire dumbass!"'

"Wha..who the hell is this?" says the young man slightly confused.

"Well besides the fact I might be going insane and currently hearing Voices...It does bring up a good point." Says the young man just accepting his situation at this point.

"A grimoire huh...well then that solves it,what does a grimoire do again, whatever enough of this mumbo jumbo time to cast some magic!" Says the young man excitedly, he grabs the grimoire and does a pose with his right arm out Infront of him, his left arm holding the grimoire open by the bottom middle of the book, and his legs equally spaced out.

With a firm look he shouts.

"FIRE BALL!!"

...

A random tumble weed moves across from him.

Reluctantly the young man says.

"Water ball!"

*Woosh*

Wind blows arcoss of him quite lightly.

The young man now looking solidly deflated

Says.

"Ugh...air ball?"

Nothing even happens now.

"'damn even this is pathetic for me'"

"I'm trying." Says the young man on the verge of throwing a hissy fit.

"'F&#k you, here's 0.0000000539% of my power you pathetic loser™'"

"Heyyy, I'm tryinggg,also what the hell?" Says the young man showing a striking resemblance to an eight year old girl in the first half.

"Well besides the fact one of the voices gave me a percentage of its power, I might as well use it's generously given power, now for part two of my magical power showcase of destruction." Says the young man absolutely tripping balls.

The young man clears his throat and shouts with a reignited spirit.

"WIND BALL!" The young man feels an invigorating felling of power rushing through his vains, as if a lightning bolt of compressed air passes from his heart, to something between his nervous system and his cardiovascular system, something new,

It then reaches his arm, and the finally it exits through his right hand.

WOOOSH! BANG!

"WOO, holy shit, I did that, i-i did THAT, haha...HAaaha...AHaHaahahAHAAHAHAH,

I F?!&ING did that, I'm a damn WIZARD?!!!"

The young man is maniacal laughing to himself definitely tripping balls this time.

The object that the wind ball hit is...well not unaffected, it did clean a bit of dust off it's surface.

"'oh my this guy is more pathetic then I thought he was?'" the disembodied voice says slightly concerned.

------------------five minutes later-------------------

Finally calming down after his episode of mania, the young man check's the damage the spell did.

"It did nothing... infact I think it did worse then nothing, it cleaned it" say's the young man unaffected.

"Well, obviously I need to get stronger if I want to... Not get mauled by a mildly alcoholic squirrel." Says the young man with determination laced with excitement and curiosity.

The young man flips open the grimoire and check's again for any possible change.

"Nothing here...oh wait no it's flipped,

AH HUA, there it is, it's first words"

The young man says after inspecting the item quite professionally.

[One For All:

Spell description: a passive ability to stockpile power trough the generations.

Every actions energy is stored and stockpiled further enhancing the power One For All can output.

Active ability: use One For All's stockpiled energy to enhance yourself and your attacks, give either a multipler to yourself or enhance attacks equal to the amount of energy stockpiled in One For All.]

After a nother session of maniacal laughter the young man gets up say's.

"Sweet, this sounds very cool!" The young man says with a friendly smile.

He looks to the revolten one, the tree that survived his mammoth attack of extraordinary lengths (his own words) and brings out his most serious face so far and declares.

"It's time for some preparations." Says the young man as serious as a murderer ready for his murder plan.

The young man gets closer to the tree and starts stretching his right shoulder in preparation to abolish this revolution.

He straightins his form and says.

"One For All, PUNCH!!" He twists his body in motion with power and strikes the bark with his fist.

Woosh BANG!

"Ouchi, what hell was that, I thought your supposed to say the spells name and swing?" The young man promptly pulls out the grimoire and reads it with his index tracing the words carefully so as to not miss a detail.

The young man smacks his head and says.

"Dumbass, I haven't stockpiled any energy yet, well anyways attempt number two or three or whatever, here we go." says the young man confused with his level of stupidity.

He takes his fist back, and with a mighty yell he shouts.

"One For All, PUNCH!" With No visible indication that One For All did anything he punches the tree, this time actually doing damaging the bark, leaving a dent.

WOOSH! BANG!

"That shit still hurt, oi I think I did something?"

Says the young man not fully convinced.

Inspecting it the young man seems actually impressed.

"Damn I did do something." The young man then strikes a pose and says.

"I can already feel it, the power coming inside of me." The young man says proudly, as he cups his bicep and flexes it.

The young man looks at the tree trunk and says.

"I've got meat, check, I hear the river flowing half a kilometre away, check, and a cool ass power to train, check." The young man say's says as his smile grows bigger and bigger as he continuesly lists of the stuff.

The young man places his hands on his hips and looks up and says.

"It's time for a SUPER Hero training montage qué the music mysterious voices of unknown origin." The young man says as he gets ready to train for the unforseen future.

I need a hero

The young man starts punching the tree one after a nother, each blow dealing more damage then the last.

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.

before long the tree takes it's last blow before being reduced to timbers.

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.

the young man tests out his new found strength on the surrounding inocent trees

And absolutely annihilating them.

I need a hero

The young man gets in a running start, his legs ready to explode at the seams with tension.

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light

The young man kicks of the ground and dashing at speeds no human should be able to achieve, he dash's towards a tree and dropkicks it in half.

Standing atop the remains of a once mighty tree, the young man slightly tired goes down and hears his stomach roaring.

Now eating the corpse of the once meaty Hog, the young man looks at the night sky, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity to it, deciding its a problem of the later him, he finishes his food and goes to sleep.

Repeating this routine for another six days the young man starts preparation for an adventure of a life time.

"Six gallons of water, check, enough Hog meat to last me a week, check, and finally last but not least, super hero montage trained power.

"Check."