POV: Scott
Scott: "Argh."
I think I broke something.
I swear to God, I'm going to get my revenge, you damn bald hag!
???: "Yeah… she wasn't lying. You really are pretty average."
Great. What is it this time?!
I force myself a little and get up off the ground…
I'm not even going to ask how I didn't completely wreck the ground on impact, much less how I'm still alive.
After spending enough time around magical bullshit, you learn to just accept things sometimes and not ask too many questions.
Trust me—your sanity will thank you.
"And who the hell are you?"
He was an… old man?
Okay, he looked more like a beggar.
Clothes that were basically rags, teeth nearly falling out and completely yellow, plus hair that was a total mess and full of leaves.
And knowing my luck? This was the amazing master the Ancient One found for me…
Great. Just great.
???: "Me? Just a grumpy old man."
???: "But for you? I'm your best and worst friend starting today!"
Haaa… I wonder if death would mind if I paid it a visit a little earlier.
???: "And like I said, you are… average."
???: "You definitely have the basics to start, but I doubt you've got what it takes to go all the way."
Perfect! Almost dying isn't enough—I also have to be humiliated! Simply perfect!
???: "But I've seen worse cases. Come on, I can tell you can barely stay on your feet."
Oh really?! How did you figure that out?
Could it be because…
MY ARM IS BENT IN A NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE DIRECTION?! FUCK!!!!!
Of course I can barely stand, damn it!
???: "Chop, chop! Come on, let's fix that… then I'll give you the basics of how all this works."
It's official.
My life sucks.
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POV: ???
After putting the kid to sleep for a bit and fixing his arm, I start thinking.
He definitely has talent. I can see it.
But again, he's average.
Nothing incredible like Rand—but not terrible either.
And unlike Rand, I can see this one wants something the other brat doesn't.
Strength. He wants it desperately.
Normally, that's the first bad sign.
People like that usually don't care about doing… unorthodox things to get what they want.
But that's exactly what might push him out of mediocrity.
And if what that annoying old woman said is true?
This guy is like a piece of coal.
He could be completely crushed by all the pressure she and I are going to put on him.
But if he survives?
He'll become a diamond.
And at my age? It's far more entertaining to watch a genius lose to someone far less talented.
And it's definitely not because I'm pissed and want to teach that cock-sucking Rand a lesson.
Definitely pure altruism.
Absolutely.
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POV: Scott
Huh? Where am I?
I swear I was in a bed a second ago…
???: "Scott…"
Hm?
I look around for whoever called me…
But I find nothing.
Just darkness spreading everywhere…
I can't even tell where I am.
???: "Scott…"
"Who's there?"
No response.
Yeah… I'm starting to think I'm finally going crazy.
???: "SCOTT! SCOTT! SCOTT!"
???: "ScOTt… sCoTT… SCtOty…"
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"Argghh!"
"Uff… Uufff… Fuuuu…"
???: "Well, look who's awake."
Uh?
A nightmare?
"W-where am I?"
???: "Hit your head pretty hard on the fall, huh? Alright, let me introduce myself."
Qin: "Name's Qin. Just Qin! And starting today, we officially begin your training in the arts of K'un-Lun! Woohoo!"
Does he have something wrong with his head?
Qin: "Don't look at me like that! I'm trying to be nice! I even fixed your arm!"
Uh?
I look at my right arm—the one that was doing professional contortion earlier today.
And now?
Good as new… like nothing ever happened.
"Huh… Cool, I guess…"
Qin: "Of course! It was yours truly!"
Qin: "Now, we're going to have a theoretical lesson before we finally get our hands dirty!"
"Now??? I thought we were starting tomorrow…"
Qin: "Nope! Time is money! Get up, let's take a walk. I'll explain the basics on the way."
"Haaaa…"
My life just keeps getting weirder and weirder…
I just hope I don't break anything else today…
But knowing how my deep shit luck works?
I guess I am asking to much.