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Post by Om-Yogu on Jun 21, 2022 23:11:44 GMT -5
Yogu stood there quietly crying while Kore gave him compliments that produced childish daydreams of him stopping moon-destroying bad guys and saving the day just like the stories his 'ol grandpa Om would tell him. A moment of silence follows the technique, a moment that is quickly cut off by Kore's comment about how long this whole thing has felt. Yogu sighs with a half-sob half-laugh, "Yeah. Yeah, it has." The boy couldn't wipe the grin off his face. The spark for his passion was back again, after all these years.
Then what Kore says next crushes him.
The smile on his face had faded by the time the Shinjin finishes their piece. Yogu deflates into a slouch, "Oh. Uh... Okay. Yeah. That makes sense. I won't go despairin', don't worry." He was despairing quite a bit. He'd already been through this before. Yogu's siblings, for example. They always hung out, they trained together as kids, they always got him out of shit he started. Then they went off to college, while Yogu was left behind. Now take Kore. He's a god! Someone like him must have seen hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of things that would blow what Yogu just did out of the water. In a few weeks, if not later that day, Kore would forget all about him. And Yogu couldn't blame him.
Kore then continues, snatching Yogu away from the jaws of despair with his words, warning of the consequences of not training while he's away. The kid's back straightens again, and all thoughts of being abandoned leave his mind. Thinking like that would do nothing for him. It certainly wasn't conducive to bettering himself. Regardless of whether or not he would actually see Kore again, he resolved to find the time to train daily. Or as close to daily as he could get. He didn't know it at the time, but there were a lot of events that would happen in the coming months that would disrupt his life even more than it already had been by the jailtime and globe wandering he did. Yogu nods, "Yes, sir! I'll be sure to be way stronger by the time I see ya again! Something actually worth trainin'!"
He grabs the thermos and observes it extra closely while Kore explains about leftover magic in it or something like that. It looked like a regular thermos to Yogu. "Huh. Good to know." He shakes it around and pauses to see if anything happens. Nothing does. "Well, thanks for this. I'm not sure I've fully come to terms with the whole getting trained by a deity thing. There's a lot to unpack there. But I'll get through it by the time I see you next. ...Seriously though. Thanks for this, Kore. I would say you have no idea what us meeting means to me, but you seem pretty in touch with how us mortals feel."
Yogu turns away from his new teacher, "Well, I should probably start heading towards the closest town before night, and you should probably get back to whatever you were doing before you ran into me." He walks to the road and raises a hand up in the air to signal his goodbye. "See ya when I see ya! Don't go forgettin' about me, okay?!" The freshly unretired martial artist starts on his way again, his pit stop over. He looks across the horizon of the flat desert highway to the sunset as he marches down the road.
Yogu would not make it to the closest town before night. He would have to fight off a pack of coyotes and sleep on a rock. But that was alright, because he would start training in the morning.
Then what Kore says next crushes him.
The smile on his face had faded by the time the Shinjin finishes their piece. Yogu deflates into a slouch, "Oh. Uh... Okay. Yeah. That makes sense. I won't go despairin', don't worry." He was despairing quite a bit. He'd already been through this before. Yogu's siblings, for example. They always hung out, they trained together as kids, they always got him out of shit he started. Then they went off to college, while Yogu was left behind. Now take Kore. He's a god! Someone like him must have seen hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of things that would blow what Yogu just did out of the water. In a few weeks, if not later that day, Kore would forget all about him. And Yogu couldn't blame him.
Kore then continues, snatching Yogu away from the jaws of despair with his words, warning of the consequences of not training while he's away. The kid's back straightens again, and all thoughts of being abandoned leave his mind. Thinking like that would do nothing for him. It certainly wasn't conducive to bettering himself. Regardless of whether or not he would actually see Kore again, he resolved to find the time to train daily. Or as close to daily as he could get. He didn't know it at the time, but there were a lot of events that would happen in the coming months that would disrupt his life even more than it already had been by the jailtime and globe wandering he did. Yogu nods, "Yes, sir! I'll be sure to be way stronger by the time I see ya again! Something actually worth trainin'!"
He grabs the thermos and observes it extra closely while Kore explains about leftover magic in it or something like that. It looked like a regular thermos to Yogu. "Huh. Good to know." He shakes it around and pauses to see if anything happens. Nothing does. "Well, thanks for this. I'm not sure I've fully come to terms with the whole getting trained by a deity thing. There's a lot to unpack there. But I'll get through it by the time I see you next. ...Seriously though. Thanks for this, Kore. I would say you have no idea what us meeting means to me, but you seem pretty in touch with how us mortals feel."
Yogu turns away from his new teacher, "Well, I should probably start heading towards the closest town before night, and you should probably get back to whatever you were doing before you ran into me." He walks to the road and raises a hand up in the air to signal his goodbye. "See ya when I see ya! Don't go forgettin' about me, okay?!" The freshly unretired martial artist starts on his way again, his pit stop over. He looks across the horizon of the flat desert highway to the sunset as he marches down the road.
Yogu would not make it to the closest town before night. He would have to fight off a pack of coyotes and sleep on a rock. But that was alright, because he would start training in the morning.
Yogu exits the thread!
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