|
|
Post by Lute on Feb 21, 2019 7:27:35 GMT -5
The Fallen King TAGS: Emperor Absolut
"You are forgiven," Lute said.
The boy was worse for wear, but that is exactly where Lute needed him to be. To build Absolut into a powerful warrior and an uncanny fighter... he had to suffer. He had to overcome. This was something his mother would probably never subject him to. Probably not his father either, had he been still alive. They saw him with eyes of affection, as their baby. Lute had no such feelings, all of his emotions were practical. He had a promise to keep, and knew just how to keep it.
"In a real fight, you would be dead," Lute said. "That is the only difference between a spar and a battle. The fact that I won't end your life. The fact that I don't want to end your life."
He dismissed his own ki blade with the flick of the wrist, the purple energy construct shattering into thousands of motes of light that twinkled from existence. He then levitated into the air, pausing for a moment.
"You're tired, you're injured. The spar was just a precursor, a warm up. Your real training begins now. Survive. At all costs. I'll be back in seven days. You were in the Galactic Patrol, that means you have survival training. Use it."
He pointed to the war cruiser looming in the sky, still casting its long shadow across the dense jungle planet. "Just know if you call for them, if you go to them--I will leave and never return. I won't train you any more. And, you'll never be able to help anyone, because you couldn't save yourself. Remember that, in your darkest moments. Remember that when you're hungry, in pain, and exhausted. When you want to give up. You're a hero, Absolut. But, you need to become more than that. More than your father, more than Cam. Because, there are creatures out there that are able to kill monsters like those two. You need something they never had, a willpower and strength that can never be conquered."
|
|
|
|
Post by Emperor Absolut on Feb 21, 2019 12:40:11 GMT -5
Mr. Lute's Reluctant Pupil @tag, NOTES
Thank goodness for his Frost Demon physique. This was a species whose most famous member was able to survive being cleaved in half and a planet exploding straight into his guts, and yet still survived. Though the deep cut was definitely bleeding and painful, it was not... deadly. After the initial incapacitating agony and exhaustion, Absolut slowly pulled himself from the ground - weakness was still gripping his entire body, but at least he didn't feel like he was going to die any second now, especially since Lute did not even consider trying to finish the job here.
And, thankfully, he was also conscious enough to hear what Lute was telling him - but after the words reached his ears, he started to wish he hadn't. The Namekian declared that this wasn't even the real training - instead, it begins now, with him leaving Absolut here for a week to survive all on his own.
"W-what?.. Are you... are you serious..."
Before Absolut could even protest, Lute immediately set down further conditions - Absolut was not allowed to call down the cruiser in orbit or seek help from others in any way, or else the Namekian will not train him any further, and Absolut will forever remain a weakling, unable to save others and, most importantly, unable to save himself.
Lute wanted and, clearly, hoped to see Absolut grow to surpass both his father and Cam in strength and willpower, and to him, this abandonment was apparently the best way how it could be accomplished. But...
...isn't all of this based on a false premise? That Absolut can surpass his father and Cam? When he is... just a teenager thrust into an insufferable life at such a young age.
The young Frost Demon released a sigh, groaning. Surely, all of his weakness and exhaustion will soon translate into hunger, too. And, like a dummy, he didn't pick up anything with him aside for his sword... not even the usual Galactic Patrol equipment kit, which many of the tenets in Patrolman survival training relied upon, in fact. Come on, how did you not expect that this was going to be survival training, Absolut? Why else would Lute bring him to this uninhabited, hostile planet, he definitely would not waste the fuel and time for just a simple spar...
"Getting forced by others to do things or follow them with demands I cannot refuse, that's basically been my life this whole year... I shouldn't have expected that dumb coronation to change anything there." Absolut bumbled under his breath. It does bring an interesting point, though. He's already survived so much. He's seen himself get kidnapped or be forced to the edge of death multiple times, he even considered suicide to just free himself from the misery, and yet, despite all odds, even though almost anyone his age would have definitely perished long before today, he managed to push on, he did not yield, he did not give up. Why should he now?
What makes this any different?
"You... you want me to survive for a week, Mr. Lute? I'll survive, and when you come back..." Absolut suddenly spoke up, glaring towards Lute with a sudden urge of resolve.
"...I'll be even stronger than you."
|
|
