Chomei

Chomei was born relatively well off, into a big family filled with many unique people. He'd always had big ambitions as a child, he was loud and boisterous, and had lots of energy. He became a real hassle for most of his family, constantly running off without telling anybody, and causing problems for everyone. He was a selfish brat for a large part of his adolescence, but all of that would soon change. One day, he'd get into a spat with a couple of delinquents, getting roughed up by them soon after. Chomei, not knowing when to shut up kept provoking them, which only escalated things.

Eventually, an aging monk showed up to ask that they stop, which they didnt. He once again warned them, and they persisted. The monk then exploded with anger, his ferocity almost resembling that of a dragon. After saving Chomei, the monk began to walk away. Chomei however, was mesmorized by what he'd seen that day, and being the selfish brat he was- he pestered the old man to teach him his "kung fu". Over and over, for days and days this went on. The man was initially very hesitant, but decided to give Chomei a chance.

Chomei was given one task, move the monk. Every day for one hour, the two would meet up, and with a mountain of weights upon Chomei, enough weights that they seemingly covered his whole body. He would then push against the monk with everything he'd had. If the Monk so much as budged, He would teach Chomei everything. This initially simple task ended up being almost impossible for Chomei, he could barely even support all the weight on his body. But Chomei was stubborn, he always had been- and so he continued. He figured that if he only ever wore the weights when he met up with the monk, he'd never get used to them, and so started wearing them all the time. It took nearly a month, but he eventually started to get a hang of it.

He could finally start pushing against the Monk with a decent amount of force, which the Monk noticed. The Monk immediately stopped Chomei, assigning him new and heavier weights; he was back at it once again. Another month passed, and the same happened, and then again... and again. 6 months of pain had passed, and Chomei had nothing to show for it. His selfishness shown through once more as he lambasted the Monk, calling him useless and a waste of his time. 

The monk however responded simply, asking Chomei to "catch" as he threw a massive rock over at him. Chomei was offput by this, and threw his arms up to protect his face. To his amazement however, the rock simply shattered upon his skin. Slowly, the monk had been preparing Chomei's body for the immense strain that the Dragon Style would place upon him, without him ever realizing. His body had bulked up considerably, and his strength had reached near superhuman levels. Chomei immediately regretted his harsh words and apologized for them. The Monk simply laughed, for he knew he should be the one apologizing... as the years to come would be devastatingly more brutal for Chomei.

And so, many, many years passed. Chomei and his master stood face to face for the first time as equals. He had been taught everything there was to know- there was only one last thing to do... prove his strength. The two fought a long, fierce battle-but Chomei eventually emerged victor. The two sat in silence for a long time, Chomei had no desire to gloat- having matured a good under the discipline of his master. No longer was he the same brat from before, he was now a man. His master died soon after, his legacy finally secure within Chomei.

Chomei went on a journey for a while, challenging various dojos and visiting the world, but eventually he came back home. He was seemingly content with everything... but in his heart he knew he had one last thing to do. In order to be truly content, he had to prove his masters style to be the greatest- He had to become, the world's strongest. But for now, he was content... for now anyways.