Needed Change

3 Weeks had passed without any notice of battle, nor human interaction besides being given food.

Azazel had trained diligently, implementing pull-ups into his regime, and switching to one-handed movements for certain practices.

He had to slam the bar into the wall repeatedly, trying not to bend or damage it. But deeming it as a workout for his precision and control, he spent the whole day carving the wall, making the perfect hold for his training.

And with 3 weeks of pure concentration he had made improvements. Although not vast, every bit counted in his journey.

Normally on Earth, training this much could possibly cause injuries, but with a physique imbued with the Hanma bloodline, combined with the oddity of the One Piece body, training so much only garnered positive outcomes.

But the most beneficial thing, was the ability to tap into a state of pure concentration, possibly whenever needed, but definitely while training. He had thought that he managed to get himself classically conditioned, enabling him to tap into this state.

Of course, with such little to do besides train, it was a somewhat predicted outcome. Especially when nearly every moment was spent on training at 100% concentration.

It was as if the momentary thought of training was the conditioned stimulus, and the utter concentration an effect of this, the conditioned response.

But this only affected his training. Weather it could be used for battle, he was unsure.

His organs had most likely healed up now too. Of course, he couldn't peer into his body to check, but the lack of pain was an indicator that perhaps it had indeed healed.

"Get up slave."

'Am I finally getting another battle?' Azazel thought, he was rather excited, but wary of the danger that was to come. It seemed that each time, the conditions of battle got worse.

The guard scoffed, "You're lucky. You are now owned by Lady, Saint Lilly." Cuffing Azazel, he proceeded to walk him out, "Battles will now be the least of your worries."

"Yeah? Well, fuck." Azazel grinned, contradicting his words with his expression, but considering that he was possibly made a handsome lad by fake Bruce Lee, such a situation did not escape his mind. He would have rather taken part in battle, even if chances of death were high, for the strength to endure a difficult life, is much better than living an easy life.

And by battling he would able to reach such strength.

"Shut up, you trash." The guard sneered, slightly sad that he was not able to hurt this slave anymore. Saint Lilly, would definitely punish him if any injuries were to be seen on his body or face.

Clearly noticing the lack of punishment, Azazel grinned further, "Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water. You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You put it into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend." With a sage like expression, Azazel spoke the words from his God.

The guard paused, Azazel following, he then turned to look at the slave who wore an expression that he found foul, "What. The. Fuck."

A crude kick landed in Azazel's stomach, not even moving him an inch, "You've gone crazy fucker, I should purge you right now."

Taking a rather stupid and unneeded move, Azazel, with a shit eating grin, taunted the guard more, "Y-you hurt me! Just wait till I tell Saint Lilly about this! Your fucked ass eater." Gripping his stomach, acting like his was made out of paper, Azazel enjoyed the expressions the guard's face was going through.

The utter look of confusion, anger and sadness, tugged the dopamine in his body. And the possible reason for the guards confusion was the grin he had, betraying his actions wholly.

"Shit! Don't you dare tell her you fucking slave." Bringing his fist back, slightly hesitant, the guard shouted.

"Hahahahaha, of course I won't. I got this injury on my stomach from playing black ops 3 when I was little."

"G-good..." Although the guard was confused, he felt a pang of relief, "You better! Or else." With a huff the guard dragged Azazel, until he reached a lovely looking mansion.

It was truly luxurious. With a huge garden, and great big trees surrounding it, Azazel was rather stumped.

'This place looks... Fucking shit. Where are the training areas? Where are the banners of the great martial god?' Azazel looked around frantically, before sighing, "Ah, that's right. These beings simply don't know yet. I will make sure they do." He mumbled.

"Do not speak anymore. For your and my safety." The guard was clearly nervous, if the slave happened to speak out of order, it would likely be dubbed that he was at fault. The illogical reasoning of celestial dragons knew no bounds.

Azazel closed the invisible zip, covering his mouth, as he was left on the outskirts of the mansion.

The guard walked shakily to the front, where three guards awaited, and nodded, slightly nervous. It was always a fear when one needed to talk to celestial dragons. If they didn't like one simple thing about you, it was possible death.

Before the guards could go in to notify their master, a beautiful voiced sounded.

"Ah, he is finally here!" A young woman, with a voluptuous body, brown hair and deep black eyes, made herself known, coming through the front door. Accompanying her were two guards.

"Quick! Wash him and take him to my room." She seemed incredibly excited, sparing not one moment, and rushed directly inside, making her way to her room.

The guards let out a huff of air, as all feelings of nervousness jumped outside of them, "Come."

One of the guards then took Azazel, who was still cuffed, to the back of the mansion. It was there, he saw a medium sized body of water, contained in a plastic material.

'Of course I wouldn't be allowed inside to get a shower.' Many sighs were seeping from Azazel. But now was the perfect time to escape. He could kidnap the celestial dragon, who now owned him.

Taking a few minutes to wash up, Azazel was given new clothes and restrained with a collar around his neck. One the guard had explained would be able to electrocute him once it received a signal. A signal that would be sent when his new owner presses a button.

They warned him that three shocks were enough to kill, and that he should not step out of bounds. Essentially what they said was, "You are now a dog. A dog listens to orders, or dog will die."

Like a body of still water, calm. Azazel was taken inside. He was then taken up the stairs, and uncuffed. They didn't forget to remind him that he was a dog once again, and said to enter the room once she called. They also mentioned that many guards were around the premises, and some inside.

'These idiots really like to tell me needed information.' Seeing the guards as the perfect retards, who were affected by the god complex their masters had, Azazel was slightly happy. Such weakness that was easy to find would be welcomed by him any day.

"Come!"

The beautiful voice of the lady motioned Azazel to come inside. What he saw did not contradict his expectations.

A seemingly beautiful lady awaiting on her bed, fully naked.

"Only this once, will I allow you to ravage me, my handsome slave." The girl giggled, spreading her legs for Azazel to see.

Coming closer, Azazel took off his shirt and jumped on the bed. He then...

Strangled the bitch.

"Wow this is so fun!" Azazel mockingly said.

"S-" The girl failed to let her voice out as she slowly succumbed to the lack of oxygen supplying her brain, "Guar-".

"Help me, please!" Azazel mocked in a girlish voice, "This handsome slave is strangling me."

The light in her eyes started to fade, her grunts as she flailed her arms accompanying.

"If only you knew some fucking martial arts you wouldn't be in this situation. If only you knew the greatness of Bruce Lee." He sighed.

He could have taken a stealthier route to escaping, which would have been to kidnap her and sneak out, taking the guards out one by one, but why take such a boring route?

"Always be yourself; express yourself; have faith in yourself." Being himself was something he would never forget.

Adapting to a situation was different. But now he did not need to act like a quiet submissive dog.

He would escape and bring Bruce Lee to this world. Bring martial arts, true martial arts into the light. And he would learn every martial art he could, battling any foe he deemed interesting.

He would create a new organisation, with many willing disciples ready to learn the splendour of technique and mindset.

He was ready. And he hoped the world was ready for the changes he's bringing.