Capítulo 4: 4 years of progress
4 years of progress. Sometimes I am impressed by the human spirit. In my previous life the modern world was destroyed by the sickness of complacency and the poison that is comfort. But in the time I spent training, father showed me that the human spirit persevere in the most beautiful of ways
First things first, every day in the morning 5:00 am, dad and I would practice stretches and kicks. In the beginning I was a little bit awkward, so great was my senses that my brain, accostumed with the normal way of life of 50 plus years of normalcy, was not prepared for the load of information that had to be processed every second of every minute.
Making it so that the first week was more of a torture than training. Dad made me meditate after every training session, to attune my normal perception to the new normal that my quirk allowed me to perceive. He decided that my attunement was more important than the training itself, making it so the progression was slow at best crawling at worst. He did not put me in a gymnastics class in the beginning weeks, the load of information was to much making it so putting me in one would be counterproductive. So in that fashion I and dad trained in the morning and at night when we were at home. The time in between was school and his hero duties.
The fascinating thing was that after a month I adapted, and with it came what I call the the true potential of a human body. Many may say that my and dad's quirk are simple, I say these people do not have any idea of how the world works. I finally understood how reaction speed is important, my body react to stimuli in a way that I found more than impressive,a bit scary to be honest. In all things, may they be a simple call,a twich of muscle, the way the light blinks, all that is fascinating when you look in the context of your body reaction.
Look at one example, after a month of training I was still in the beginning of understanding the mystery of my quirk and was in my home, at the dining table. My mother was putting the dinner for us and in a lapse of judgement dropped the plate with my meal.
That moment,the initial sound that she made,an eep, the light reflected in the plate as it fell, all that was enough the my body to react and hold the plate from my position at the dining table, not that the plate fall much, the moment she lost control of the plate my hand has holding it immediately before even a drop of food was wasted.I even did the spiderman thing to see if I was the new spiderman, so great as my reaction.
After the first month, and with my bearings regained, dad put me in gymnastics. The work that I put in there is different from the work I put with father. How you fall, how to position your body in the air, the control of your muscles in different types of exercises. The grace of doing just the required movement to make a routine. No wasted effort. All calisthenics exercises that did not do any harm to my body in my tender age made it so all of my martial arts training was progressing in a healthy way as well.
And with so I trained taekwondo and gymnastics for two years. The baseball league did not accept kids at four yet. Firstly because of lack of control of quirks, but mostly because the minor league expect a kid who can understand concepts better. Not every kid is smart. Most of them are quite stupid I would say. And that is the voice of experience, being in a class of 4 year olds who nonstop brag about their quirks… let's not begin to talk about that.
At six, I began to play baseball, with two years of training I was a little monster when it came with my body's movements, so I began to play as a pitcher, to train my aim and accuracy. Baseball was fun, let me tell you, when a kid with a strength enhanced quirk trow a ball at you, even with my senses, it is a challenge.
As I was training, playing and having fun, I started to pick up other activities to better my conditioning not all body related. Such as speed reading, the Rubik's cube, and other mind training exercises. Juggling was a good training also, if I did not make it as a hero I can be a professional juggler. Haha kidding, but is fun to juggle.
And now I'm 8 years old, and the amount of progress I made was a sight that would amazed even the harshest of critics. I have to thank the potential of the human body, I don't know if having a quirk made it so your body can be developed better, but I sure not complaining.
I'm now at the yard, father is in front of me and it is a important day. My birthday was a week ago, and having been training for 4 years in this routine is time to up a noch.
"So bub,in those 4 years you established your foundation, it is as the ancients said, 'a good house should never be build in a weak foundation', and now you have the option of chosing any path you want to take, because with your body,you can do anything." Ryuji said with pride. He was happy with his son, he did not expected that his son would show the amount of dedication he showed. He thought that he would complain or shirk his work, but he did all the right things.
"You must now chose what path to take in your martial arts. There is various styles you can chose, the brawler, the counter. All must come from your heart. And from now I will put in competitions to give you experience in actual fighting. But you must figure out yourself. I will not guide in my path of martial arts." The father said seriously. He knew how even if it's hard, his son must create his way of fighting, his quirk maybe similar, but the devil is in the details and he shouldn't put his son in the same mold as him
" Yes father,you don't need to worry. I will make you proud." Sekizan said with emotion, he spent great efforts to get where he is right now, and he will continue evolving.
My father left the yard, leaving me with my thoughts. I know for a fact that he will put me in different types of competition, so I must not stop improving. So I begin to think. Now that I have a firm foundation I have to develop my martial arts in a way that allow me to win against superpowered individuals. I have to adapt my body to be a weapon against characters like all might or other like him. I respect my father but even after all his grind he still is a unknown type of hero. But I have the advantage of having knowledge of an entire different universe with me. This will bring me the edge, I hope, to compete with them.
I never was much of a nerd in my previous life. But I watched one piece, and the first thing that I can think to give me an advantage just with martial arts is the marines rokushiki. The concept of the various moves are possible the more I delve into the intricacies of my senses and the way they react with the world. Take shigan for example, to have a finger capable of piercing another person or even steel. Based on my reaction speed and the quickness of my movements I can, in theory move with enough momentum to pierce another person.
The problem is that if I do that now, my finger will break and this is not the result that is expected. But thinking like this, I can begin to condition my extremities to withstand that amount of punishment with steady progress.
Excited I began to ponder where to begin. I can't begin piercing stuff right away, so what type of exercise I can do to slowly increase the durability of my hands? And with this thought a type of obscure training came to mind, rice conditioning.
In my past life, martial artists pierce their hands in grains of rice or sand so to through the microabrasions that the grains would make in their skin this made it so their skin would become more though and resistant to damage and impact.
I, satisfied with the memory went to the kitchen and got a sack of rice. And begun to test my hypothesis.
In the beginning I did not felt anything. But half an hour of stuffing my hands in the rice I began to feel. And through this I thought. Just the skin is not enough. And thought of those masters of karate that punched their makiwara to make it so their knuckles have the resistance of rocks.
'man, the road is long and I have a lot to go still'
Sekizan continued to train his hands, piercing the rice with conviction. Thinking of other methods of getting stronger.
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