sorry for the late upload , my house is super loud aaj, if yk what I mean...
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"That was a wonderful technique... You learned it just now ?" Hansu spoke, his expression a bit shocked.
"Yes sir, I have no taekwondo background." My reverse eyes locked onto his figure as he suddenly did another back kick.
Copying every single movement of his, My body twisted backward. My hips used the torque to generate the power required for the kick. My legs, which were cocked backward, were released like a string. The air moved with the force of my kick.
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Hansu POV
Today had been a simple day; he had opened his dojo expecting no one to come , let alone try to do taekwondo professionally. His son, who had always been a source of pride for him, was practicing diligently.
On a normal day, their training would end at noon, and he would go meet with his wife and enjoy his day. However, today was different.
A scrawny kid had ended up at his doorstep. The first thing he noticed were his eyes, dark black with shining white pupils. They looked eerie; however, he could feel a pulse of potential from them.
Almost as if they were the harbinger of destruction itself.
He had taken the kids confidence with a grain of salt. No matter how talented someone may be, doing taekwondo professionally required discipline and diligence.
From the kid's weak appearance, he seemed to be bullied in school and probably found a dojo to strengthen himself.
However, his confidence was something that Hansu couldn't just put aside.
Perfectly executing the roundhouse kick, he expected the kid to fall while doing it.
'No stretching, no prior experience, how does he even intend to do it right now?' his thoughts had strung along.
However, reality was shocking, while to someone else it would seem as if he did a wonderful roundhouse kick... That wasn't the whole truth.
He not only did a roundhouse kick, but he copied every single aspect of my technique, from my breathing to my posture.
Seeing him execute the back kick in a similar fashion...I knew it then and there.
'He is a prodigy.'
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"So, should I consider myself a student now ?" I spoke.
He smiled kindly and spoke, "Yes, you are officially my student now."
Before I could move, he suddenly vanished from the spot, appearing right behind me. "Prodigious talent, however your body seems to require a lot of training."
Turning back, I responded confused, "What do you mean ?"
He didn't speak; however, his hand moved like a whip, lightly touching my hamstrings.
" urhg " My knees almost buckled beneath me. "Does that hurt?" he spoke.
"While you can copy my moves, your flexibility isn't enough, neither is your stamina and other crucial factors."
Standing tall in front of me, he spoke , "From now on, you will have to eat the diet I prescribe you."
I nodded, 'I will somehow find the money to do it.'
He was already teaching me the technique, and I didn't want to impose any more.
"First of all, right now your body has been exerted too much, he held my shoulder and spoke , "Let's get you the conditioning you require."
What I didn't know was that conditioning was something that I would end up dreading.
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"Stretch them more. Come on, are those legs or pieces of junk?"
Currently I was beside a wall, barely holding onto it while Hans held only my legs, almost bringing it close to my nose.
My muscles felt like they were on fire. We had been at it for some hours now.
"Sir, Isn't it enough now? I spoke; my legs felt like jelly, and I could barely stand straight.
He looked at my state and finally perhaps realized that it was my first day today. His kind smile now felt threatening.
"Tomorrow sharp at 7 am."
I nodded as I was too tired to protest anymore. 'This would help me get stronger.'
He finally let go of my leg, and I stood up. The pain resided for a few seconds, but soon it felt a lot better. My body still ached like a bus had run me over; however, it was better than before.
Jumping up and down, I felt as if my muscles had been coiled like a string.
"Thank you," I spoke towards him and exited the place.
Before taking the metro, I had to first get some money.
I grinned like a Cheshire Cat as I thought of robbing some more entitled kids.
Finding a school, I soon followed into random alleys.
'Ha, a big catch today; I will eat well now.' Standing in front of me was a group of kids, ten in total, with all of them being boys.
There was another group beside them, three kids who were down on their knees, begging them for something.
Of course, all they were receiving were kicks in return.
'Bullying, huh? I do it better.' I grinned like a madman as I stepped out.
"That's not how you kick." I spoke.
"Huh? Who is this guy?" One of them spoke; I walked close up to him.
"This is how you do it." My body twisted backward as I let go of my leg like a piece of string.
BOOM
My back kick connected onto his rib cage, effortlessly blowing him on the pavement.
Unbuttoning my shirt, I got into a taekwondo stance.
Four of them jumped at me while the rest of them stayed back. 'Cowards,' I thought.
However, the four in front of me weren't doing any better.
My roundhouse kick connected with his temple, putting him to sleep. Dodging the other guy's punch, my overhand smashed right onto his nose.
I didn't stop my punch; instead, I pushed it further, smashing the guy right on the pavement.
The other two paused for a second, seeing the state of their friends.
Moving right in front of them, I used another spinning back kick, putting one down while a roundhouse kick ended the last one.
'Weak.'
Looking at the fearful looks the kids were giving me, I spoke, "Money...now."