Rise of the abandoned son

Chapter 4: shura infiltrate the federation

Chapter 4

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Walker family house, Crimson's room.

"Arrg! Be gentle goddammit!" Crimson grit his teeth and tolerates the pain as the family doctor rubs some sort of oil all over his body, "you should learn how to talk to your elders young one, even your dad the patriarch has some reverence for me."

The middle-aged woman said with a smile which Crimson felt wasn't as friendly as it looks.

"But can't you utilize your healing ability? This drug ache like hell, I feel like thousand of ants are crawling on my body and also my temperature is rising, I might die young and as a virgin, I don't wanna die youn..."

"Be a reasonable kid! You should be grateful your dad got this drug for you, do you know how costly it is? Do you think it's only to heal your body and amend your broken ribs? Let me tell you what it does, this is the liquid body tempering oil, made from a thousand years old dragon crystal, it holds the very essence of a dragon plus 40-year-old sea ginseng, combining them both with some distinct western chemicals make it great to temper the body, especially those who just awaken... It helps to purify the bone, blood and skin making you feel like a newborn baby, it also helps boost strength for those who don't have the ability, a chance to be stronger than a normal human, now tell me do you still want me to use my ability or do yo..."

"Just let it be, I can endure it, I've been enduring a lot of things in my life, in fact in school, they call me the endure grandmaster" Crimson hastily answered the woman to which she just scoffed and continued rubbing it in his skin.

After some minutes she ordered Crimson to go lay on his bed and shouldn't do anything to let the medicine be fully absorbed before going out.

"Oh, also do you know any martial art that has to do with tempering your skin?" She asks,

"Yes, Titan skin tempering, although I know only the basic part it's still enough right?"

"Yep, it's more than enough, alright after five minutes go and train."

"But you said I shouldn't do any..."

"I only said that absentmindedly." She replied while walking out of the room.

"Sign, it hurt, damnit I wish I could transfer the pain to someone," Crimson muttered.

"If you are scared of such pain then you are unworthy of even stepping into the part of awakeners," A claimed masculine voice said behind him, which made him turn hastily towards the voice.

Standing next to his bed was his father, Crimson felt amazed {He could even be so close to me and I didn't even know.}

He thought as he quickly bowed and greeted him, "Greetings Father."

"Mmm" Sir Alan answered and said "Follow me, I've something to show you, I will be outside wear your training suit and meet me outside within 3 minutes"

"Okay father, I will." With that Sir Alan stepped out of the room with his hands behind him.

Crimson scrambled towards his cabinet and opened it, he hastily took out his battlesuit and wore it, it was just like those suits, those ridding sports bikes and cars worn for racing, the only difference was his own was thick and made for fighting while those were made for racing.

After wearing his black battlesuit, Crimson rushed outside to find his father waiting calmly for him, "2 minutes 43 seconds, it's great you know how to be fast, follow me."

With his hands behind his back Crimson's father led Crimson through the house, on their way they met a lot of maids who quickly bowed to Sir Alan and Crimson, Sir Alan led Crimson towards the forest where he met that witch, {speaking of the witch, didn't she promised me power? Why haven't I felt anything yet} Crimson wondered in his mind.

"That's cause it's not time yet" A voice snapped him out of his thoughts and the person who said so was his father, Crimson was shocked, {wait can he read minds?} Crimson thought.

"Yes I can read minds, but only if those weaker than me" Sir Alan answered and slowly turned towards Crimson, "Now tell me how it all happened" With an eye that seemed to hold both authority and power, Sir Alan Walker asked in a claim yet demanding voice, leaving no room for Crimson to tell lies.

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Inside the family control room, Van sat down as his fingers were busy typing the keyboard in a super fast manner, the screen kept displaying coded words, without even looking at the screen Van sat with a serious and contemplative look as he thought {this is strange, it seems like the system has been infected by camfecting, but that can easily be restored as long as I use anti-confecting, but it isn't working, that only leave us with one option, a technology controller, a type of ability which grant the host the power to be able to communicate with any device no matter what type of password is used to lock it?"

Van quickly reached out and tapped his wrist phone, he dialled a number and it quickly connected.

"Speak," a female voice said from the other side.

"Commander, it seems this involves a technology controller, cause there's no sign of Internet hackers, it was like the files were never there," Van said.

"Have you found out any information?" Ask the voice.

"No commander, the Walker patriarch gave me access to all the place except the Walker's ancestral graveyards, he said he can never allow me there" Van replied to which the voice from the other side paused before talking again.

"Didn't you tell him it's an order from the top brass of the federation and he must comply or be labelled as a spy?"

"I did but he stood his ground and refused to let me in, he even said I should call the top brass and tell them it's either they kill him or else no one is allowed in there" Van smiled bitterly as he told her all that happened, "Then pack your things and come back, there's a different case in here, a shura has infiltrated the federation and we must find him or her."

The voice said and quickly hung up.

"Sign, another Shura huh? Wonder if it's a male or female" Van mutter.

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"Relax your muscles and control your breathing, let your stance be firm and at the same time be relaxed, it helps to make you stand or retreat in times of need, now use the mantra sutra palm strike on that tree"

Right at the centre of the forest, Sir Alan stood calmly while giving pointers to Crimson Who was sweating profusely, his battlesuit was soaked in sweat as he stood trying to imitate what his father said.

After controlling his breath and stance his tense muscles relax a little and without hesitation, he hurled a punch towards the nearest tree.

"Eeyaaa!!!" Although it looked like an ordinary punch, it held an in-depth analysis of fist and palm strikes combined, Crimson felt like he could obliterate even a building with the punch, but just as his punch landed on the tree, it didn't snap or show a dent instead...

"Aarrgg!!!, It hurts like hell, my fist is broken."

Sir Alan sighed as he looked at Crimson whining and rolling on the floor, with a Stern face and a calm but vexed voice he said "Stand up!!! It seems I've been too lax on you, do you think to be a warrior means to just awaken and boom ya super strong?

No! Be it awakeners, witches, Martial arts masters, mages and even I go through tough training, we sweat we mostly go to bed with bruises all over us, while mages go to bed with a depleted mind or become mentally drained!

You must fight for it if you want to earn it, nothing comes for free in this world,

No gods will be in heaven to answer your prayers! It's you against the heavens cause you want to be strong enough to control your faith which the heavens are against, sigh."

Looking at Crimson who has to stop groaning and has his head lowered to the ground in embarrassment Sir Alan sighed and added "Pack your things and I will drop you off in your grandma's place, from now you will live a life of difficulty, plus you are not, I repeat you are not allowed to contact or even come over and you will live a life of an abandoned son, hope you make it out of that suffering.'