Bandit King's Life
Nov 12, 2008 13:50:46 GMT -7
Post by take on Nov 12, 2008 13:50:46 GMT -7
“Yo, Gramps. I’m getting tired of sitting here. Can I stop yet?” The sun was high in the sky overhead, no clouds could be seen for miles, and there wasn’t even a sign of wind. Just a typical Day in Ibara Village. Take was in the backyard, his shirtless body drenched in sweat, but not because it was hot. He stood in the squat position, his legs tied with rope, a sharp stick underneath his ass with a burning tip. In each of his hands was a 500 pound jar of boiling water, while a bowl of boiling water was on each leg, as well as one on his head. Plus there was something on his shoulders, a small old man, and in his hands was a boiling bowl of soup.
“No, Take. You have to train your body physically every day. These fundamentals will make you stronger still.” With a growl, Take continued to hold those jars, his eyes narrowed as he stared off toward the wall of the backyard behind the Bamboo King Tea House. Everyday, Take went through some rather intense training Gramps gave to him, ever since he was little in fact.
“Gramps , when are you gonna teach me some more techniques?” Gramps laughed as he slurped more noodles from his bowl.
“You have to learn the fundamentals first.” He is strong, but very undisciplined. I don’t know if I can teach him more until he grows a bit.
A rope was tied around Take’s waist now; on the other end of the rope was Gramps sitting on a tire, and there was a whip in his hand. Before Take even had a chance to complain, the whip cracked over his head, and off he went running. Exiting the back gate, he headed around the side of the Bamboo King and onto the road, running as hard as he could, paying no attention to the staring people who pointed and called him weird. This was another daily routine for the morning, a run around the block with as much weight as possible, little did Take know that the tire actually weight 2000 pounds. Take would have to run around the block eight times, which gave Gramps time to read his pornographic novel, Ichi Ichi Love. Finally they were back at the Bamboo King, just before eleven o’clock this time, which meant that there was still an hour of training to go before the Tea House actually opened.
“Ho ho! Look at that, you made it back an hour early! Guess it’s time for reflex training!” Take looked at the man with a mighty confused look, lowering his head and breathing heavily.
“Can’t I get a break, Gramps?!” As an answer he was struck hard in the head by a piece of flying chalk, which sent him skidding across the floor for ten feet.
It was high noon, time for the Bamboo King to open! Take had just finished sweeping up the chalk particles on the floor when the doors burst open, the first of the customers entering. Since it was Take’s job to act as the waiter until the rest of the workers arrived, he showed the family to its seat.
“Yo. What can I get for you?” They picked up their menus and told him after a bit of deliberating. Green Tea and several Omusubi (Rice Ball). Once the other workers finally got there, the customer count began to pick up as well, and Take was finally allowed a chance to rest.
“Man. I gotta go back to school on Monday.” Gramps doesn’t know that I’m always fighting at school. There are so many kids that have it in for me ever since I beat that Ryomo Aisusha kid.
“Oy! Old man! Thought we told you to close down! You gonna sell us this dump or what?!” The voice caught Take’s attention first, then it was the people screaming as a table was smashed that caused him to move into action, bursting through the backroom door as several thugs stood in the middle of the Bamboo King holding Gramps at knife point; Gramps smiling the whole time.
Before Take even had a chance to act, those men were on the floor, being thrown out by none other than Gramps himself. It happened so quick that Take didn’t even have a chance to see it! Damn. Gramps is still too fast for me. Sitting down in an empty chair as the customers resumed their activities, clapping and cheering for Gramps, while Take’s head slumped. I wish I could get cheers like that.
“You will one day, Take, but don’t fight just because you want fame.” Jumping out of his seat, he stared wide-eyed at Gramps. Is he reading my thoughts?! Gramps just chuckled and walked away, leaving Take speechless in the middle of the room, people just staring at him as he stood like a statue for a minute.
“Hey Take, the machine for the air conditioner broke. Go back there and power it manually.” Nearly sobbing, Take snapped out of his statuesque state and headed into the back, opening up the air conditioner cover. There was a conveyer belt and pulley system just for him, as part of his training of course. It was a long day of work.
During their evening dinner.
"Yo, Gramps. I'm gonna leave soon. I need to do some private training and to see the world a bit. I don't know anything but this village." Gramps looked up at him and laughed, causing Take to narrow his eyes. a bit.
"Ah, to be young. I remember my youth. Sure, Take. Take you time. Get it. It's a play on words." Shaking his head at the old man, Take went to his room once the meal was complete. It was time for him to learn. Good thing the old man doesn't know that I've been watching him practice and copied down his techniques. Looking at the shitty drawings and bad calligraphy, he sighed, packing that too. What he didn't know was that Gramps already knew everything.
[Exit]
“No, Take. You have to train your body physically every day. These fundamentals will make you stronger still.” With a growl, Take continued to hold those jars, his eyes narrowed as he stared off toward the wall of the backyard behind the Bamboo King Tea House. Everyday, Take went through some rather intense training Gramps gave to him, ever since he was little in fact.
“Gramps , when are you gonna teach me some more techniques?” Gramps laughed as he slurped more noodles from his bowl.
“You have to learn the fundamentals first.” He is strong, but very undisciplined. I don’t know if I can teach him more until he grows a bit.
A rope was tied around Take’s waist now; on the other end of the rope was Gramps sitting on a tire, and there was a whip in his hand. Before Take even had a chance to complain, the whip cracked over his head, and off he went running. Exiting the back gate, he headed around the side of the Bamboo King and onto the road, running as hard as he could, paying no attention to the staring people who pointed and called him weird. This was another daily routine for the morning, a run around the block with as much weight as possible, little did Take know that the tire actually weight 2000 pounds. Take would have to run around the block eight times, which gave Gramps time to read his pornographic novel, Ichi Ichi Love. Finally they were back at the Bamboo King, just before eleven o’clock this time, which meant that there was still an hour of training to go before the Tea House actually opened.
“Ho ho! Look at that, you made it back an hour early! Guess it’s time for reflex training!” Take looked at the man with a mighty confused look, lowering his head and breathing heavily.
“Can’t I get a break, Gramps?!” As an answer he was struck hard in the head by a piece of flying chalk, which sent him skidding across the floor for ten feet.
It was high noon, time for the Bamboo King to open! Take had just finished sweeping up the chalk particles on the floor when the doors burst open, the first of the customers entering. Since it was Take’s job to act as the waiter until the rest of the workers arrived, he showed the family to its seat.
“Yo. What can I get for you?” They picked up their menus and told him after a bit of deliberating. Green Tea and several Omusubi (Rice Ball). Once the other workers finally got there, the customer count began to pick up as well, and Take was finally allowed a chance to rest.
“Man. I gotta go back to school on Monday.” Gramps doesn’t know that I’m always fighting at school. There are so many kids that have it in for me ever since I beat that Ryomo Aisusha kid.
“Oy! Old man! Thought we told you to close down! You gonna sell us this dump or what?!” The voice caught Take’s attention first, then it was the people screaming as a table was smashed that caused him to move into action, bursting through the backroom door as several thugs stood in the middle of the Bamboo King holding Gramps at knife point; Gramps smiling the whole time.
Before Take even had a chance to act, those men were on the floor, being thrown out by none other than Gramps himself. It happened so quick that Take didn’t even have a chance to see it! Damn. Gramps is still too fast for me. Sitting down in an empty chair as the customers resumed their activities, clapping and cheering for Gramps, while Take’s head slumped. I wish I could get cheers like that.
“You will one day, Take, but don’t fight just because you want fame.” Jumping out of his seat, he stared wide-eyed at Gramps. Is he reading my thoughts?! Gramps just chuckled and walked away, leaving Take speechless in the middle of the room, people just staring at him as he stood like a statue for a minute.
“Hey Take, the machine for the air conditioner broke. Go back there and power it manually.” Nearly sobbing, Take snapped out of his statuesque state and headed into the back, opening up the air conditioner cover. There was a conveyer belt and pulley system just for him, as part of his training of course. It was a long day of work.
During their evening dinner.
"Yo, Gramps. I'm gonna leave soon. I need to do some private training and to see the world a bit. I don't know anything but this village." Gramps looked up at him and laughed, causing Take to narrow his eyes. a bit.
"Ah, to be young. I remember my youth. Sure, Take. Take you time. Get it. It's a play on words." Shaking his head at the old man, Take went to his room once the meal was complete. It was time for him to learn. Good thing the old man doesn't know that I've been watching him practice and copied down his techniques. Looking at the shitty drawings and bad calligraphy, he sighed, packing that too. What he didn't know was that Gramps already knew everything.
[Exit]