Doc said I need to improve my fighting skills. So I spent most of my afternoons training with multiple weapons. Doc said he has never seen excellent and deadly fighting like mine. I don't know whether that's a compliment or a warning. I am a little surprised that I have a very cool fighting style. But it wasn't luck that gave me these abilities. Somehow I knew these techniques from before. But what does this mean? Who was I in the land of the living. A monk? A fighter? A killer? These questions keep eating at my brain. But I decided to worry about it later. And soon, I didn't enjoy fighting, I actually...loved it. It was indeed very strange that I trained for 3 days and already I know some cool and deadly moves. Anyway, I was training in the graveyard until an uninvited guest attacked me from behind. And, like the speed of a cat I blocked his attack. I didn't know who this guy was or where he came from, but something tells me we're not gonna be very good friends. He was wearing a gray ninja suit with two blades strapped to his back. The blade he's using was strapped to the right side of the waist, where the sheathe hanged. He was sleeveless and a tattoo of a cobra appeared on his left arm and the hood of his suit looked alot like a hooded cobra's. His mouth and nose were covered by the suit's sleeve, but I can tell he was smiling a hideous smile. Without hesitating, we engaged in combat and what was surprising was that his speed, agility and fighting style were equal to mine. Our swords clashed and both of us remained untouched.
"Who are you?" I said as our blades collide, giving us a chance to chat.
"Cobra. Know it and fear it well."
"Give me a break."
Then I grab him by thetorso of his suit and pushed him back and he crashes into a gravestone.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, standing over him with my blade pointing close to his eye.
"I just wanted to say hello to my little brother."
My eyes widen at the response.
"Brother?" I said, choking at the word.
He then saw my hesitatiion and knocked me on my back. My blade slid to the other side of the graveyard. I then sat up trying to see his next move. But he stood there and sheathed his sword.
"We'll meet again, brother. We have alot of catching up to do."
He then took out some smoke pellets and threw them to the ground, creating a huge cloud of smoke. I fanned away the smoke with my hand to see what he was doing, but like the flow and silence of wind, he was gone. Who was this Cobra? Was what he said was true? Is he really my brother?
All I knew was that this will not be the last I've seen of him. But I will be ready.
