The night had passed, and the festival had ended. The streets were no longer bustling, and Pica sat alone at home.
Pica had a smile on his face, feeling excited as he looked at his fist. He couldn’t help but laugh foolishly. Although he had used techniques from Wing Chun before, this time he had truly mastered the inch punch, and all his previous frustrations had vanished.
“Haha… this feeling is amazing,” Pica said, his expression filled with bliss.
Jarvis, his AI butler, respectfully addressed Pica, “Master, did something good happen to make you so happy?”
“Come here, let me tell you. Yesterday, this happened… then that happened… and finally this…” Pica excitedly recounted the events to Jarvis, eager to share his joy. Jarvis, in his mechanical manner, smiled and said, “I see. Congratulations, Master.”
“You’re so boring, forget it. I’ll go practice this move until I can use it without charging up,” Pica said, standing up and heading towards the basement.
“Ding dong, ding dong,” the doorbell rang. Pica turned to look at the door, “Who could it be now? My plans are getting interrupted.”
Pica walked to the door and opened it. As soon as he did, he saw a well-built chest, and his expression froze. “No way…” he looked up to see the muscular man smiling at him. “I knew it.”
Pica invited the muscular man in and they sat on the couch. “So, what brings you here?”
“Um, hello. My name is Logan. I came to see you for something,” the muscular man said shyly, his demeanor like that of a bashful girl, which was quite unsettling given his build.
“Pfft, what’s your name?” Pica said in surprise. Logan, this guy’s name was Logan. Pica felt a wave of shock wash over him.
The muscular man, Logan, blinked, “My name is Logan. Why?”
“Nothing, I just remembered I knew someone named Logan before,” Pica said, taking a drink to calm his nerves. “So, what do you need?”
“Well, um… I want to be your disciple!”
“Cough, cough, hold on. Let me process this,” Pica said, choking on his drink. He rubbed his chest to steady his nerves and went to wash his face. Returning, he asked, “You want to be my disciple? Why?”
Logan, looking determined, began to share his story. As a child, Logan couldn’t sense the ‘ki’ energy that others did. During training, while his peers could release energy blasts, he couldn’t. However, his physical strength grew immensely, far surpassing his classmates. Despite this, he consistently lost in competitions because his opponents could fly using ‘ki’, and he couldn’t. This led to exhausting battles that he always lost due to his inability to fly.
Recently, during the Time Patrol entrance exam, Logan was disqualified by an examiner for not being able to fly, which made him very frustrated. The festival day was particularly bad, leading him to act out of character.
After hearing Logan’s story, Pica was speechless. He thought, ‘The world is full of all kinds of people.’ Even Videl, who had minimal combat ability, could release ‘ki’ and learn to fly.
“Are you sure you haven’t tried properly learning to control your ‘ki’?” Pica asked.
Logan, looking dejected, said, “I’ve tried. Every day I practice, hoping one day I can fly and not be a failure.”
Pica thought about a boy he once met in Jeet Kune Do, who had similar issues. This boy was strong but lacked skill. Pica taught him a method called ‘muscle memory’, where repetitive practice makes the body react instinctively. It took a long time to develop, but it was equally hard to forget.
Suddenly, Logan knelt before Pica, pleading, “Please, I want to become a true strong fighter.”
“Get up, don’t do this. It makes things difficult for me,” Pica said, trying to lift Logan, but couldn’t move him. “Alright, alright, I agree. You can get up now.”
Logan, thrilled, stood up and said, “Really? Thank you, Master,” and knelt again.
“Oh, come on,” Pica said, facepalming. “Stand up. If you kneel again, I won’t accept you as my disciple. Remember, a man only kneels to his parents.”
“Uh, parents? What?” Logan asked, confused.
“Never mind,” Pica said, rubbing his forehead. He thought, ‘Without controlling ‘ki’, learning to fly is tough. But wait, isn’t there a way like Puar’s ability?’
“I know someone who can’t control ‘ki’ but can fly using another method,” Pica said.
Logan was overjoyed, his hope rekindled. “Really?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“Yes, but it’s not ‘ki’ based flying. It’s another ability, and learning it will be tough,” Pica said, now looking more like a teacher.
“I don’t mind. When do we start?” Logan asked eagerly.
“Uh, well… I don’t know it yet, haha,” Pica said, scratching his head awkwardly.
Logan’s hope was crushed instantly. “What? Then why tell me? You just lifted me up to drop me down!”
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