Capítulo 28: Chapter 01: Thunderstruck.
Thomas POV:
I opened my eyes to see a wooden ceiling and the face of an old man with a receding white hair line and a sharp pair of eyes. The next most note worthy thing was the scar under the man's right eye, the sharp eyes were looking at me with a gaze filled with care and concern, a gaze that immediately made me warm up to the old man.
Well, now that I am here, I got to fit in and settle down as Zenitsu from now on.
I could not feel my body, all of it was numb from neck down. I turned my head to meet his gaze, I looked back at him and then at the ceiling again, "jii-chan, I am really pathetic, aren't I?"
"I thought that I had found love when it was nothing more than a bit of admiration, yet I ended up getting myself sold into slavery. If it was not for you, I don't even know what my fate would have been."
"You, the only person who ever tried to care for me despite my tantrums, my ungratefulness, my naivety, yet I never try to live up to your expectations. I'm useless, aren't I?"
A tear drop slips my eyes as I spoke, as I looked into the gaze of the old man as the memories of the previous Zenitsu were merging with mine.
I felt a sharp bout of pain on my forehead and saw that the old man slapped my forehead.
"You are everything you say you are, but if you never give up, you can be everything you want to be. Rest for now, the healer will be here by the sunset."
The voice was stern, yet encouraging, harsh, yet comforting. I knew, that this man did not deserve the fate handed out to him in the canon. This time around, there will be a happy ending for him.
"Jii-chan, the pathetic Zenitsu Agatsuma died being struck by lightning, I leave behind my old self with my old name. The world shall now know of Zenitsu of the Thunder Breath. The proud disciple of the former Thunder Hashira, Jigoro Kuwajima."
I said with a voice that spoke volumes of my will and resolve with the determination to live up to my words.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA, you brat came to the right path after being struck by the lightning, had I known before, I would have tied you on top of the tree whenever a storm passed by. Your name will sound rather lonely with being just Zenitsu, take my name if you will, Zenitsu Kuwajima."
"I never got married, so I guess it's good for me to find a son, at least that way I won't be the last of my name and can face my ancestors with pride. HAHAHAHA, prepare yourself for the training and call me father from now on." He spoke as he turned to me with a face that was clearly showing how happy he was.
Jigoro Kuwajima POV:
Today morning I was training my last disciple, who was the most troublesome disciple I had, he had a talent similar to mine, yet he was unmotivated to train, shying from the pain and fatigue training brought him.
This time the little bastard dared to even climb up on a tree to escape training, but who did he think I was, my name is Jigoro Kuwajima, and I never give up. I will make a swordsman out of this brat even if it is the last thing I do.
Then the thunder struck, the lush green tree that stood straight for decades was now charred black with no leaves on it and Zenitsu fell, I moved right in and caught him before he could fall to the ground and checked him for his breath.
I found him breathing, faintly. I pried open his eyelids to see the brat's eyes turned golden and they were glowing, though it was hard to notice but it was there.
I had no idea on what happened to him but I knew he was mostly alright, even if I had no medical experience but in my career what wound did I not see?
Well, despite knowing that he will be alright I asked the village doctor to pay a visit. He opened his eyes after an hour or so and the first thing I noticed was that his gaze changed. His shining golden eyes might be the reason but there was something else involved.
The brat just had a close encounter with death and I knew that change was nothing impossible after an experience like that. But the changes it brought were almost too good to be true, I did not know what happened but all I ever hoped for him to be like, he became, he finally had that look in his eye, a resolve, a burning desire, the guts to never give up.
He evaluated himself too harshly, but correctly, he did not spare quarters, he faced himself. This was something that every swordsman had to face in their life and he did. He faced himself to recognise his weakness and found the desire to be stronger. In despair, the brat found the spark that kindled his heart, that steeled his resolve.
A feeling of pride and satisfaction washed over me, seeing him dare to leave his name behind I felt something within me, I gave him mine and decided to take him as my son. For a man who pledged his life to destroy the plague called demons, I never had a chance to build a family, for me to have a son was like a blessing.
I made the decision on the spur of the moment, but did I regret it? Not a chance, I was proud of myself and Zenitsu for how much he had grown.
The doctor came in and after an inspection, he said that the brat will be up and running in two days. He even said that it was shocking to see someone living through such a disaster and there was nothing wrong with him other than his body that seemed to have become numb due to excess fatigue.
He said that the lightning strike had a profound effect on his nervous system and it might be a bane or boon which only the time could tell.
POV ends.
A few months later.......................................
Zenitsu would wake up at sunrise and start by physical exercises like running up the mountain and climbing rocks, then with swinging the sword and practicing the basic moves like slash, parry, pierce, guard and the drawing technique or IAIJUTSU the thunder breath was famous for.
Then, after breakfast he would sit down and meditate and then help Jigoro manage the house and prepare lunch. Then after lunch and a little nap, he would practice his breathing techniques under the rigorous mentoring of the former thunder Hashira.
He found that the breathing training was improving his physique and his innate gifts of hearing and physical stats. He also found that his reflexes were slowly getting sharper with time and with the mirror neurons, he was able to perfectly replicate whatever Jigoro would teach him.
Jigoro was floating on the clouds and his smile would never wane these days, the meek little kitten was slowly growing up into a fierce lion.
The more Jigoro pushed Zenitsu, the better he would respond and slowly he was moulding Zenitsu into the perfect demon slayer.
Zenitsu, who was already filial now cared for him even more, the biggest change was Zenitsu never complained about the harsh training.
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