Snippet #1723463

A disappointed Jack looked at his fists, and clenched them tightly. He had to start preventing himself from making so many mistakes. He had to be the successor. He wanted the power: but just to show he was the strongest around. That unlike others who strived for military, or political conquest like petty fools, he had dominated the great challenge that was himself, and the limits of the human body.

"Ossu!, I will practice after dinner until my strikes are true to the Hissatsu Principle!" Exclaimed Jack, feeling like a dog who did wrong to his owner.

He followed in, bowing for his family members, including Joey, whose hatred, he was oblivious to.

"Tsubasa, Master, Brother Joseph." He spoke simply, before taking a seat, and letting out the prayer of 'Itadakimasu~!' in a hearty tone.

"Joey?" Spoke Jack, curiously. "Bro, I heard you began wrestling a bear for training, is it true? does it use its claws?…I wish I could do my Kata right, or else I'll never be able to train with you guys…"

Jack was not only oblivious to Joey's jealousy, but practically envied his adopted brother's Kata. Not as perfect and graceful as his brother Brendon's, but not as hard as brother Saulong. The appearance of the form was in perfect simplicity, as any other more basic practitioner would have done. Something Jack felt ashamed he could not yet perfect.

Speaking of training, Jack looked out, waiting for the other two brothers. He always enjoyed Brendon's company, aspiring to be able to heal others when he wasn't fighting. He also felt Saulong would be one of his greatest challenges. The Metsu principle was always followed by explosive destructive power. And maybe he'd be worthy enough to pet Xinfu, maybe give him a treat, and possibly even ride on him, like Sau usually did.

"This is amazing food, Tsubasa…" He complimented, dreaming of the idea that once he claimed her heart, this was the food he'd get for the rest of his life: Ambroisa.