’Broken Rhythm Art?... How strange... And my title in the clan is Broken Halo.’
’Could it be that-’
Simon’s eyes widened slightly, then he asked.
"Did you accept to tutor because of my title? Because I also have Broken just like your fist art?"
Instructor Ormon imdiately scoffed and folded his arms.
"Do you think you’re the only one that has ’Broken’ in their title? Your title is not anything special kid."
Simon nodded since this was true, and he was definitely not going to dwell on sothing as insignificant as a title.
"I honestly thought Ghost would be in the na of your technique since your title is Ghost Fist."
Instructor Ormon did not respond to Simon’s words. Instead, he folded his arms and looked at Simon with a slight tilt of his head.
"You talk more than you fight."
Simon scratched the side of his head with a little smile behind his mask.
’That’s not really true... I fought more than I spoke in my past life.’
He pushed this thought to the back of his head, then he
"Well, there’s really no point fighting you. You would just keep on whooping my ass, and I can’t learn your technique just from fighting you like this."
Instructor Ormon raised his brows.
"And who said I was going to teach you my technique?"
Simon blinked, then he tilted his head slightly.
"You won’t?" He asked with a surprised tone, making it seem like Ormon was strange and making a foolish decision for not wanting to teach him.
Ormon’s lips twitched in surprise.
"Do you actually expect to give my technique to a child who does not even embody the fist path in the slightest? A child that’s more of a swordsman than many other swordsn I know? And a child that doesn’t like to fight and is quick to give up?"
Simon blinked, then he nodded.
"Yes actually. I was able to deduce that your technique uses either the concept of speed or ti after receiving it once, and I’m also talented. Soooo, why won’t you teach ?"
Ormon’s mouth was opened slightly due to Simon’s shalessness and confidence.
"Who do you think you are? Do you think the world revolves around you?"
Simon blinked, and though he had the urge to say a reincarnated Demi-God, he obviously kept shut.
"Another reason why I cannot give you my technique is because you seen to be the type that would try to find easy ways to accomplish things."
"You giving up so easily disappointed ."
Ormon shook his head slightly, then he asked a question.
"What do you like kid? Money? Power? Won? And don’t you ntion battles because you obviously don’t like fighting."
Simon chuckled. "You’re right. I don’t like battles. I like winning, I like power, I like progressing, and I also like learning new things like your technique."
Instructor Ormon rolled his four eyes. "Sure you do."
Simon smiled, then he asked out of curiosity.
"What about you, instructor Ormon. What do you like aside from-"
Before he could complete his sentence, Ormon replied.
"Won. I love won, I like money, I love won, I like getting stronger, I love won, and I love a good bottle of alcohol... then I love won... again."
Simon’s left eye could not help but twitch hearing Instructor Ormon repeatedly saying that he loved won.
He could not help but wonder how in the world a lustful demon like him was able to create a unique fist art like the Broken Rhythm Art.
’If not for his unique technique. I would have left a long ti ago, or I would have made up my mind to never co back since a lustful instructor is not what he needs.’
He released an internal sigh, then he looked at the floor at his feet.
’When I was looking for a private instructor, the instructor I wanted was the instructor who had the ability to cause vibrations to anything he punched. The vibrations would then shatter and kill whatever he punched.’
’I was more interested in that instructor compared to Ormon that did not make his technique public when one searches for his details through the Grave Mark.’
’But now...’
He looked at Instructor Ormon.
’I believe that his technique is a lot better than the vibration technique.’
’Only if he wasn’t a sex freak and woman lover.’
He was about to shake his head, but Ormon spoke.
"You think so much. Relax and just fuck so won. You’re stressing yourself."
Simon rolled his eyes, then he changed the topic.
"What can I do to make you teach the Broken Rhythm Art?"
Instructor Ormon chuckled. "Nothing. It’s not like you have a pair of boobs."
This ti around, Simon could no longer take it.
His right hand covered his mask, and he just shook his head while restraining himself from saying the words he wanted to say.
"Should I leave? Cause it seems you’ve made up your mind to not teach your technique."
Instructor Ormon narrowed his eyes, then he shook his head.
"You’ll have to show that you’re worthy of my technique. You’ll have to start acting like a brawler and not a swordsman before I can teach you the Broken Rhythm Art."
Simon nodded. "No problem. When do we start the training?"
Ormon imdiately raised a brow and looked at Simon from up to down.
"You’re really eager to learn my technique huh?"
Simon shrugged. "I said I loved learning new things like your fist technique, didn’t I?"
Ormon’s lips twitched.
"Damn brat."
He shook his head slightly.
"I’m not going to teach you anything today. Your situation is unique and I need to think of how to teach you properly. You’re not a complete newbie when it cos to using your fist, I just need to correct so of your wrong habits."
Simon nodded in understanding. "So, when is the training going to begin?"
"Tomorrow. You can co anyti tomorrow."
Simon nodded at Ormon’s words, but his next words made Simon freeze.
"Now, let’s talk about paynt."
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