BACK IN TIME

Chapter 2 - MARTIAL ART

What do you want to think of, we are saying the truth and that is final.

That is one thing about my sister, no matter what happened she will always want to say the truth whether you threaten her or not.

The call dropped as we were still arguing and i thanked God for letting the call to drop, at the same time praying for my dad not to call again but i was wrong.

Her phone is ringing again.

I wanted to ask her not to pick but she already did.

Hello, daddy!

Hello Blessing!

Where are you and your brother Prime?

Daddy, we are on our way to the house now, we will be there in few minutes.

We drove for about 20 more minutes before getting to our mansion, we inputted the house code and the gate open for us to drive in.

Our gate is an electrical gate that opens and closes by codes.

Immediate we stepped out of the car, here is my dad and i knew that he was very much pissed and he started questioning us on sight.

Where do you guys go to? I thought you said you wanted to shop for few things? How come your faces are all over the headlines and news Jack?

He asked his chief guard who went with us but i interrupted by tell him that it was all my fault.

I explained to him everything that happened and he was very angry and he asked my sister Blessing and the guards to go inside.

That was when i knew that he was much unhappy with my actions.

One thing about my dad is that he don't like to appear on the headlines of news or bloggers post, he does everything under his power to avoid it from happening.

He asked me to go inside and change my dress as i was going to train hard this week until he is satisfied that i am sorry over what i did.

My dad loves Martial Art and he knows i have little or no interest in learning martial art, so he uses it as a punishment whenever i make him angry.

He will force me to learn martial art and learning from my Uncle Mr. Sam was not funny at all.

My Uncle Mr. Sam is another wicked man i have met at least when it comes to martial art, he never shows mercy for any reason.

Mr. Sam happens to be my father's senior brother who spent all his early years in China, that was where he learnt Martial Art.

But, China was not favouring him even though he spent an entire 27 years in the country on sea business but still nothing was seeming to be happening around him.

My dad on the other hand was trained through university by this my Uncle after the death of their parents.

After my dad's university days, my dad applied for a job and it worked out for him after 5 years in that company, my dad made enough money and bought the company as the CEO wanted to fold the company few years later.

Ever since then, God have been helping my dad and looking from were we are right now, God have been faithful.

After my dad bought another company, my dad asked his brother Mr. Sam to return from China as it was not favouring him.

My dad tried to start up few business for him in different counties but both of them discovered something that no matter how they tried, my uncle Mr. Sam couldn't manage any of those businesses and the businesses ended up folding.

And for some of the businesses, my dad would have to start managing it by himself before it will start growing.

They call my dad, 'The Star Boy', as whatever he lays his hands prospers.

My uncle Mr. Sam was envious of my dad but didn't make it noticeable but we knew that whether it is noticeable or not that it is normal for him to be envious of his little brother who life gave been favouring.

No senior wants to see his junior brother take good care of him without him being able to do anything in return for his brothers.

So martial art was his own way of making a living.

My dad instructed my uncle to train me hard for the remaining days of the week until i get tired and i went inside changed my cloths and went to the field to meet my uncle.

My uncle asked me to pull off my slipper and i did, he gave me a stick which was like sword and asked me to attack him.

I did countless time but he ends up hitting my bum bum with his own sword.

I was really pissed and i tried more harder but he stopped me and told me that number one rule is never to show your opponent how you feel, whether happy or angry.

Secondly, he asked me not to fight with my emotions but rather with my heart, that fighting with my emotions makes me weak but fighting from my heart makes me stronger.

He taught me pole moves and other martial art moves.

Within few days i was becoming better in martial art and the more i become better, is the more i become stronger and in the same way become more interested in learning the martial skills.

With time it wasn't feeling like a skill any more but as an obligation that i needed to fulfill to stay fit and survive what maybe coming which no one knows.

The training was becoming interesting that i forgot my punishment was just for few days.

My dad saw me practicing and was really happy that i was loving it as he smiles from up stars watching me in the garden working really hard.

After few weeks, my dad asked my uncle Mr. Sam to set up a match between me and someone who is good in the martial skill and he did.

I was asked to fight one of my uncle's best student in martial art.

We were taken to a large space in front of everyone in the house and we were asked to fight until one of us becomes unconscious or dies.

That was when i realized it was very serious but i have made up my mind never to give in to my feelings and emotions but to fight with my heart as i was taught by my uncle.

The guy standing before me was fearless and huge based on his outward appearance.

I managed to study him as he moved around and realized that if i could get him tired, i could actually win.

I made my plan to hit and fight only his legs and makes sure he never land a successful punch on me until he becomes tired of me then I will finish him up.

I followed my plans and my plans went through, he was getting tired faster than expected and immediately i saw that he was getting week because of his size, i jumped on him and he was on the floor.

I punched him until he lost his breath and gave up.

I left him as i was not ready to kill anyone, i looked at my uncle and his face wasn't bright and as i looked at my father's face, i realized he was pleased.

I didn't know why my uncle face wasn't bright, maybe it was because they guy i fought was his best so far and seeing i am now the best makes him uncomfortable especially being this young.

I don't really know but i am just happy i won and my sisters were cheering and shouting my name as if i won a golden belt in a wrestling stadium.