Chapter 4: Chapter 4 : Stubborn nature
Author's note: Hey guys, I just felt like adding this chapter in between to show the effect of the adult mind on him. His advantage helps him get one over his peers.
--------Karate class---------
After the awkward moment with instructor Max, he swiftly transitioned the class to the next phase: sparring.
To my surprise, I was paired with Tim, an 8-year-old long-term student of his. Tim, an African descent dressed in white karate attire.
The pairing up initially made me feel that Max was being petty. But looking at his serious face made me re-think again.
Though, I learnt a shocking truth- Mark is Max's son.
Wow, a divorced couple joined together with my stunt. Talk about a movie-level comedy in real life.
From his perspective, my actions might have appeared childish which he seems to look aside maturely like most adults, especially with the incident helping him reunite with his divorced wife.
Even though I knew I was not like every other child. It was yet another hypothesis to test on- the emotional savagery of childhood. Is it applicable even for the reincarnated kids?
"Begin the spar."
As we began the spar, I went ahead in excitement using the trained form for punches and kicks.
THUD
THUD
THHUD
But, Tim adeptly guarded against my punches and kicks, utilizing quick movements to dodge some of my attacks. It was clear that for the other 6-year-olds in the class, this might be advanced combats because children tend to avoid pain. So, tanking the punches is pretty advanced shit.
Tim has more experience and it doesn't need to be explained. So, we are a stark contrast in this regard.
As I said, my inexperience became apparent as soon as Tim started fighting back.
BAM
He gave one punch suddenly which I managed to block due to the practiced defence form.
Thinking lightly of these childish spars, I continued to punch back, feeling high from the successful block.
WHOOSH
Well, Tim countered my punch with a swift blow to my stomach. The impact knocked the wind out of my 6-year-old body, causing me to collapse in pain.
GASP
I felt Max rush over to check on me, his concern evident. Making me curse my lack of control over my childish body.
Despite the pain, flashes of the future I had in store for me flooded my mind. I knew I had to push through and continue fighting. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stand up, determined to improve my resilience. Especially, my pain resistance.
Because if I can't sustain myself from this, any magic duel might as well kill me. With a shout of self-motivation, I declared, "I can continue."
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BAM
BAM
BANG
As the spar resumed, it was fuelled by sheer grit and stubbornness, with my adult mind driving my childish body forward. Despite my lack of skill and strength, I refused to back down. Instead, I relied on brute force, absorbing Tim's hits and kicks with determination.
GASP
BAM
With each blow, I gritted my teeth and pushed through the pain, my resolve much stronger just based on my adult mind. Tim, initially filled with energy, began to show signs of exhaustion as I continued pigheadedly taking the punches.
HUFF
Soon, his attacks became weaker and his movements sluggish. What more can you expect from a child's stamina?
"AHHHH!"
Seizing the opportunity, I pressed on with all my anger. With every ounce of strength in my tiny body, I unleashed a flurry of punches, driving Tim back until he stumbled to the ground.
THUD
"AH"
With that, I jumped onto his stomach. With him pinned beneath me, I continued to rain down blows, my fists connecting with his body again and again.
BAM
BAM
BANG
Finally, unable to withstand the onslaught any longer, Tim slammed his hand on the ground, signalling his surrender.
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
As the realization of victory washed over me, I staggered to my feet, my chest heaving with exhaustion as my lungs fought to fill my body with air.
In the end, I emerged victorious, not through prowess or technique, but through sheer stubbornness. Because it would have been embarrassing for an adult to lose. Even if I am influenced by childish hormones.
I consoled myself with the fact that my body was that of a 6-year-old, fragile yet hopeful fortified with magical growth.
As I reflected on the spar, I knew that with time, I would hone my skills and strengthen my body.
[First fight: Spar with Tim- A pyrrhic win]
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---A few years later, Arjun is 11 now. ---
--Third person pov-----
The Prasad family sat together in the bustling arena, eagerly watching the finals of London's under-12 Karate competition. Amidst the excitement of the crowd, they engaged in an animated discussion about their prodigious son, Arjun.
"He's truly remarkable, isn't he?" remarked Padma, her eyes shining with pride as she watched her son spar on the mat. "Top of his class, mature beyond his years, and now excelling in Karate. We're so blessed Thank you, God Mahadev, for this blessing."
Eshwar, the elder brother, nodded in agreement remembering Arjun's injuries from Karate sports. "Yeah, he's something else. Most kids his age would've given up from pain, but not Arjun. He just brushed it off and kept going. By doing so, practiced his bandage skills on himself."
Venkat, the patriarch of the family, couldn't hide his grin. "Stubbornness runs in the family, doesn't it? But it's that determination that sets him apart. He's a fighter, just like his old man."
BAM
BAM
THUCK
BAM
As they watched Arjun deliver a series of precise punches and kicks, Padma couldn't help but recall the first day he came home from Karate practice. "I'll never forget the look on his face when he walked through that door, bruised and exhausted. But, that silly boy had such a big smile."
Venkat nodded, his gaze never leaving his son. "He's not just physically strong, though. He's smart, too. Remember when he won that chess competition? He's got brains and brawn, our Arjun."
"Yes, but he doesn't share much of his thoughts with us. It's just I feel he is too perfect. But, remembering his disorganised room that seems to become a mess in the blink of an eye, I realize that he is just a silent kid."
The talks of the family stopped as the crowd changed their tunes.
"Daddy, look at that so cool."
"Wow."
"Incredible."
"WHO"
BANGI
As they cheered for Arjun under the cheers of the crowd, witnessing him deliver a stunning spinning overhead kick to his opponent, the Prasad family cheers were heard all over the stadium.
"""" HELL YEAH!"""
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-11-year-old Arjun-
Standing on the dais, holding the winner's cup high above my head, I felt a surge of exhilaration wash over me. The cheers of the crowd echoed around the arena, filling me with a sense of accomplishment unlike any other.
As I descended from the dais, making my way towards my family and friends gathered in the stands, I was greeted with a chorus of congratulations.
"Congrats, Arjun," my mother exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride, but overshadowed by her attempts to look over my bruises.
"Well done, my boy," my father chimed in, his voice filled with admiration.
"Good job, buddy," my brother added, his voice hoarse from cheering.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at their words of praise. Beside them stood my instructor, Max, who had been there every step of the way.
"I always knew you could do it," Max joked, a playful glint in his eye. "You were mature for a kid. But too stubborn for your good. But you had a fucking painful punch."
I laughed at his joke, thanking him. I inwardly felt he would never stop mentioning that incident at this rate. Just like that, the punching at my penis became the embarrassing story of both my lives.
Author's note: It's the truth for me./(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
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[Hypothesis Thirteen: Magic usage induces changes in the body.
The extent of which is currently unknown. This is evidenced by my increased athletic nature within just one month of practising magic.
Reason 1: It is hypothesized that the body undergoes adaptations to accommodate magic usage by the age of 11. This magical puberty is completed by the age of 11, after which further growth depends on individual efforts.
Reason 2: Magical maturity is achieved by the age of eleven, and until the end of biological puberty 18, the growth of magical skills is rapid due to the body's increased capacity to adapt to changes. Additionally, hormone-induced emotions and feelings during puberty are believed to help train magical intent.
Furthermore, it is observed that the growth of magic reserves follows a normal, constant rate from the age of 18 until death.
The increase in athletic nature observed may be considered a side effect of this adaptation process. However, it is noted that the limits of athletic prowess remain the same as those of normal muggles, although wizards and witches may find it easier to reach these limits.
An analogy is drawn to Captain America, who is often regarded as the epitome of human capabilities. While human martial artists like Batman and Black Widow can train extensively to approach such levels, the magical population can achieve similar feats more rapidly and with less effort. Though most never do so.
It is emphasized that attributes such as body strength have no direct effect on magic reserves or casting abilities.]
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