Limits Chapter 354

"Boom!","Boom!", "Boom!","Boom!".

I felt deep seeded hatred awaking inside of . I didn't care anymore, that guy had to die. With a final punch, he released my arm, and I flew through the air again. When I slamd into the ground, my vision got blurry, but also more red, darker red to be precise. I was no longer able to stand, but sohow my body picked itself up.

"Ha..Hahaha…", a laugh escaped my mouth. Although the voice belonged to , it didn't at the sa ti. I faintly heard soone shouting, but I no longer knew what was going on. My body started walking, then running. Sothing didn't feel right, and then I heard my voice, but not my voice again. 'Release , and I will kill that man for you'. I was confused. My body still moved around, and attacked that stout man.

The voice repeated 'You are weak, release . No one can stop us if you do'. I asked 'Release you? What are you?'. The voice replied 'Why ask, when you already know the answer? Release , let the world drown in blood. We can achieve anything!'. I realised what it was, I already t that… thing before. I fought it before. This was not the sa as last ti. This ti, that thing was different.

I replied 'No! You have no power over my body!'. The voice scread 'Fool! Don't you realise your own potential? Release , and we can rule this world!'. I shouted 'Shut up! Get the hell out of my head!'. My body suddenly stopped, but not because I shouted, sothing stopped . The blurry dark red vision began returning to normal, and I fainted.

I don't know for how long I was out. When I woke up, everything hurt . I couldn't move at all, and even my vision was blurry. I felt weak. I closed my eyes again, and fell asleep. I was too tired to stay awake. When I woke up for the second ti, I felt much better. I could move, and the pain mostly disappeared. After a while, I noticed that I was inside the old man's house.

"Old man… you there?" I asked loudly. The old man replied "You are finally awake. It took you so ti. You were out for about two weeks". I sat up, and asked "Two weeks?". Then I realized soone else was inside the house. "What is that bastard doing here?", I asked. The stout man stood up, and walked towards , but the old man stood in front of my bed, and said "You already done enough. Sit the hell down!".

The stout man replied, "You think you can order around. Out of my way". He released his Aura, but the old man did the sa. As they were about to clash, they suddenly stopped, and their Auras vanished. A short grandpa walked in, and said "I told you two to stop ssing around. I will not repeat myself again". The stout man mumbled "Bastard", when suddenly a dagger appeared on his neck.

The short grandpa asked "You said sothing boy?". The stout man stayed silent. 'I couldn't even see the dagger. Not only that, I couldn't see when he took it out' I thought. This was the third master. The master in the Art of Hidden Weapons. I could easily guess that the second guy, was a master in the Art of Rage, but I didn't like him at all.

The short grandpa walked over to my bed, and said "Stand up boy". I nodded, and stood up. He observed , and suddenly my instincts flared up. I jumped backwards, shielding myself using my right arm. The short grandpa only stood there, and a smile blood on his face. He said "Good reaction boy. I see that idiot ssed you up a bit, but you should be proud. You managed to get in a few hits on your own. Who knows what would happen if I didn't stop you". I asked surprised "You were the one who stopped ? I don't rember much, only so hazy mories, but I'm sure my body suddenly stopped. How did you do it?".

He smiled, and replied "I don't mind showing you, because you ca up with sothing similar, at least according to Yater". I asked "Yater?". The short grandpa looked at the old man, and asked him "You didn't even tell him your na?". He shook his head in defeat, and said "One almost killed him, and the other ignored him… Are you guys real masters?". Both of them hung their heads down. It seed like this short grandpa had a lot to say.

I asked "Why do they listen to you?". The short grandpa replied "Because I've been a master for a long ti now. These two are new". He pointed at the old man, and said "He beca a master about 10 years ago. The previous two masters, died 20 and 7 years ago respectively". He then pointed at the stout man, and said "This guy is younger, and doesn't have as much experience. He beca a master only 3 years ago. The previous one, died 5 years ago".

He then continued "My na is Nathan. We both lived through the sa experiences. Otherwise, I wouldn't be even talking to you. That is not enough though. If you want my help, you have to earn it". I replied "I don't need help, I always planned to master my skills. With or without your help, I will make it one day". I then pointed at the stout man, and said "He can piss off too. I don't need that kind of guy in my life. After what happened last ti, I don't need his Art".

The stout man snorted, and replied "What? Little baby got punched too hard, and is scared now?". I asked "Scared? Of you? No, I'm scared of that thing, which would eventually kill you. I don't need that thing, whatever it was". The guy didn't take it well, and released his Aura. As he was about to launch at , he suddenly stopped. "I told you to shut up, didn't I? How many tis do you think I will repeat myself?", said Nathan.

The stout man was bleeding all over his body, then I finally noticed sothing. "Strings!". Nathan replied "Wires, not string. Similar concept though". When the stout man could finally move, he said "Whatever, I'm off. He is not interested in learning from ". No one stopped the guy, and he left. The short grandpa asked "Are you fine with that?". I replied "I don't need a jackass, who punches in my sleep. Besides, I don't need his Art. I don't want to deal with whatever it was again".

Nathan replied, "You are wrong about sothing. This idiot Yater probably told you, he is a master in the Art of Rage. That is a commonly used na, due to the characteristics of the practitioners. The real na of this Art, is the Art of War. He wouldn't teach you how to be angry, but how to control and use your anger as power. That is the basic principle of the Art of War".

He then continued, "If you knew him, then you might understand why he did it. Although it might've been a bit overboard, but that's how the Art of War is. I can get him back here, if you want". This ti Yater replied "He hasn't left. He sits outside, like an idiot". I heard a loud "I'm not an idiot!". I sighed, and said "Alright, I will learn all three Arts. Let's forget about what happened".

Nathan said "I told you already. You need to show , you deserve my help. I've been disappointed too many tis. There were many who I spend ti on, but they couldn't get it, they were not fit to be masters. Instead of wasting my ti, I will watch you. If I'm satisfied, I will help you out. If not, I will leave. Yater will stick with you for sure, I can see that he is impressed by you. That idiot Irwin will also stay. He has no chance of finding another one like you easily". I replied "As you like", and walked outside.