Summary: An unknown group of assassins attacked the dojo, killing his father, trying to take the medallion they were seeking. After surviving the fire, a young vengeful martial artist swore revenge on them all. But it will be challenging keeping it a secret from those giving him a second chance at a life full of love.
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A lone hooded young man was standing a few meters away from the front door of a building while biting a blade of wheat grass in his mouth. Raising his head, he looked at the sign that was written in Chinese characters, as a hint of disgust could be noticed on his shadowed face. Looking to the side, he spotted a silhouette standing on top of a nearby building, only that the shadow jumped off the roof and landed on top of the same building he's facing.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, he inched closer to the door, before raising his foot and kicked it down with brute force. After that, he stepped into a foyer and the first thing he saw was a cabinet full of trophies and diplomas covering the wall. He clicked his tongue in bitterness.
"Who goes there?!" A voice was heard at the end of the hall before a man wearing a traditional kung-fu gi with a red belt tied around the waist appeared to investigate the source of a disturbance. His eyes widened the moment his sight set on a hooded intruder, but his surprise reaction quickly changed into anger as he approached the trespasser. "Hey! What do you think you're doing? You can't just barged in and-"
The hooded one didn't let him finish when he thrust his fingers into the kung-fu instructor's neck with his fingers, leaving him gagging for breath. He then grabbed him and elbowed in the face, sending the instructor crashing into the shelf that made some trophies fall down to the floor. After leaving the instructor out of commission, the hooded man proceeded further.
"What's going on over there?!" Another voice was heard in the room to the left where the instructor came from.
Turning his way to the left, he now found himself standing in a dojo where a group of students were training until they heard the commotion. All of them were stunned after seeing the unknown stranger, but one of them, who was a high-level ranking instructor judging by the brown belt tied around his waist, was not intimidated by the intruder's presence.
"What is the meaning of this? Who are you and state your business!" The other instructor spat as he walked towards the stranger.
"I'm looking for the Grand Master. I have some unfinished business to deal with. Take me to him or you will suffer if you stand my way!" The hooded man declared, without hiding the resentment in his voice.
However, the instructor furrowed his brow at the request. "You fool. You think you can just make demands to a Kung-Fu school teacher? I don't know what you did to my assistant, but if you're not gonna turn around and leave, then I shall make you." He seethed and went to a fighting stance.
"M-Master, let us help you!" One student shouted as the others agreed.
"Stand down! I can take it from here! With only one punch, I can take him out." The teacher said with confidence.
"Hmph, and you call yourself a master when you're just so full of yourself." The stranger scoffed before he took off the hood and fully revealed his face and his messy brown hair.
"You insolent little..." The instructor rushed forward and launched a jumping kick, but the intruder sidestepped and dodged it. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he threw a barrage of punches, but the intruder could deflect them without any difficulty.
The instructor spun around and tried to land a roundhouse kick, but the intruder blocked it and then kicked him in the groin. The instructor lurched after receiving the low blow, but the young man didn't stop from there when he grappled him and kneed him in the face, before finishing him off with an elbow to the back of the neck.
"Master!" Another student cried out before he and the rest of the pupils began to surround the intruder. "You won't get away from this, you bastard!"
The intruder let out a sigh and cracked his neck before turning to face the students with an eerie smile on his face. "That's funny, because I'm not planning to. Not after I'm done with all of you..."
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The backdoor behind the main building was opened and the intruder came out to the backyard with his clothes slightly stained with blood. He wiped some of the blood off his face with the back of his hand as he closed the door to hide the mess he left behind. The stranger continued making his way through the backyard, which was also a traditional garden.
While he was going up the stony stairs, he heard a commotion that was coming from a two-story building up the high ground. When he reached the top, he smelled something burning as he noticed some smoke coming out of the building. Suddenly, the front door burst open with fire and a man flew out and slid across the floor with severe burns covering his body.
The stranger looked at the burned man with an indifferent expression before he looked up and faced a young woman with long raven hair with a knot on top of his head and a lean, curvy body. She's wearing a golden-trimmed, regal red suit with dark blood red long sleeves and a golden belt around her waist. Her legs were covered with red armored boots that reached up to her knees and curled at the toe. Her arms were covered with red forearm protectors and elbow pads.
"Hey Jet, I was just getting rid of these weaklings for you. I wouldn't waste my time with these fools, but I was getting bored." The woman sneered as she sat on the table and crossed her legs, ignoring the flames that were starting to spread around the room.
"What part of do not get carried away did you not understand, Ozai? We were supposed to do this stealthily." Jet's voice was laced with anger as he got inside the house through the broken door.
"How about you stop whining since you're supposed to be our leader? Besides, I'm sure the other guys just finished dealing with the rest of the students ahead as we speak. But better make it quick, cause I have the job of getting rid of the evidence." Ozai said and a flicker of flame burst out of her hand.
Jet clicked his tongue to hold back a retort and moved further as he took the stairs. He exited through the back door on the second floor and once again took the stony stairs to reach the higher ground and found a large wooden gate ahead. Gripping around the handles, he opened the gates and entered the yard of a mansion.
Bodies of students and instructors were scattered around, though it's unknown if they're just unconscious or even dead. But among them, there was a lone hooded man sitting on a stony bench with his head bowed, as if he's in deep thought until he noticed the leader's arrival. He raised his head, only to reveal he was wearing a sinister white mask with a red disc on the forehead.
"The Grand Master, where is he?" Jet asked while approaching the masked man.
He didn't seem like he was willing to answer, but then he turned his gaze at the mansion that was good enough to answer Jet's question. "Hama and Zaheer are taking care of him, but looks like they're having some trouble." He spoke gravely.
Jet didn't have the time to show any reaction as he strode his way to the door and slammed it open. At that moment, he saw a middle-age lady and a stout man with a shaved head fighting against an old man in a red shirt and dark khakis.
The middle-aged lady with slightly gray hair was whipping her water-like whips with a water-bending ability, but the Grand Master could dodge any of these attacks. The other man with shaved head tried to attack him from behind with a bo staff, but the Grand Master kicked him away, sending him crashing into a pillar. The gray-haired lady then spun around and whipped the water whips once again, only to miss when the old man ducked his head and let the water whips cut the other pillar.
"Stop!" Jet shouted, making everyone look at the young man standing in the doorway.
The water-bending lady sighed as she reverted the water whips back into her body, as the stout man stood up while using the staff as leverage.
"Jet. I always figured you would come back sooner." The Grand Master said with a voice full of disappointment.
"It's been a while, sifu. You've become slower than the last time I saw you." Jet replied dryly as he took a few more steps. Behind him, Ozai and Amon stood beside him.
Sifu furrowed his brows as he glanced at the henchmen standing behind Jet. "If you wouldn't go that far of burning my school, killing all my students, I would have given you the choice to live."
"You know why we are here, master." Jet spat at the last word as his fist clenched tightly. "We want the medallion."
Sifu grew a grimace of disdain before turning around and headed towards the shrine where a picture of the founder of this school, who's also his father, was hanging on the wall. "You used to be my best student. And I was very proud, so proud that I could meet someone like you. But you become selfish, arrogant, and reckless. You're nothing but a disappointment."
Amon suddenly was about to step forward, only to stop when Jet held up his arm and gave him a look, which Amon had no choice but to stand down.
The master looked straight at the picture of his father before letting out a sigh and looked down to look at a small chest laying on the shrine with a golden crest. His hand ran slowly across the box. "If only you knew why this power is too much to fall into the wrong hands."
Jet then moved forward while the other assassins stood behind to bear witness to the final confrontation between the former student and the master. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long. This ends once and for all." He proclaimed.
"For once, I agree with you." Sifu turned back to face his former student and assumed his fighting stance. "I should do what I must to put an end to this madness."
