Lightning Is the Only Way

The whole Martial Hall fell silent as everyone got startled and looked at the angry young man, who had just shouted. Gravis was just as startled as everyone else. What was wrong with what he had said?

"Who do you think you are? Are you trying to blaspheme our ancestor's teachings?" the man shouted, his head already reddening by all the anger he felt.

"Silence!" an old, yet imposing man walked in. He wore rough brown robes, and his muscles showed through the opened front. He had a long mustache, which extended beyond his face and fell down to his chest.

"This is not a place where you can lose your control!" The man roared loudly with anger in his voice and pointed at the young man. "You still require more training! Go to the Tranquility Pools and stay there until I call you!"

"But master-"

"Silence!" another imposing shout shook the Martial Hall. "Go!" the old man ordered again.

The young man wanted to protest, but clenched his fist and walked away. He, obviously, was very unwilling.

"I apologize for this interruption, everyone," the old man continued, now with a friendlier voice. "You can all go back to business," the man said friendly, while he bent down to remove the young man's pillow, which he replaced with his own. Then he comfortably kneeled on his cushion and looked at Gravis with a neutral look. "Now, what did you say that made him so mad?" he asked.

Gravis quickly shook his head to get his bearings. "I told him that I am not knowledgeable about how you do business around here. Then I asked for different kinds of Martial Arts to supplement my fighting style. Did I say something wrong?" Gravis asked, concerned.

why the previous man got angry. He looked into Gravis' eyes and

Was the young man actually justified in getting angry? "I'm sorry.

by itself, is not bad. Yet, with your second sentence, you have said that you want to use Martial Arts as a supplement for your fighting

his fighting style. He might have accidentally let his prejudice show itself. "I'm sorry. I did not intend to

a little insulted if someone else said those

eyes. "Why is it different coming from

when all this happened. He told me about the fight you had

Gravis understood. "Are you

stop talking about your fight with him and how you seemed to have your very own fighting style created by only fighting for your life. He also said that your fighting style was very effective and

had gone all out," Gravis scratched his chin in thought.

man smiled bitterly. "The pressure you are describing is the intent to kill, and also,

we have lost part of that will. We may still have our intent to kill, but we have lived for too long. We are no longer willing to

crippled. He swore that he would never let that happen to himself. Gravis quickly changed the topic.

I can judge your fighting style and might find a suitable Martial Art for you. If you win, I will also let you choose another one for free. If

as much as possible to not dampen his killing intent, this spar was against

Gravis also stood up and limbered up his legs. He was really not