Sheila was found tending to her field as it would seem like she is harvesting some ripe crop. She may seem to be in her 70’s, but Fang would’ve assumed she was maybe in her 40’s considering that she is still graying from the blonde hair she possess. Her skin was tan that gave off a copper shine with the sun’s light as Sheila worked the field. Fang approached Sheila while making sure not to step on the mounds. “Excuse me, but are you perhaps Sheila? A former Rune Knight?” Fang may have strong assumptions that this is the right person, but it is generally best to hear it from her since the most he got is a name and location.
Fang blink once, and suddenly there was a narrow end of a carrot being pointed at him. Sheila had spun around and probably would’ve lodged the carrot into his eye socket without making much of a sound. “That is just a status boy. I can still knock some heads together.” Her eyes were light grey as Sheila eyed at Fang for a moment before speaking again. “What is your name kid?” The young man had remained quiet up until now. Mainly because he was simply amazed that if Sheila really wanted to she could’ve knocked him down before he could bat an eye.
“My name is Fang Xinglong madam.” Sheila frowned at the formality polite word to address somebody. “Don’t say madam to me, or ma’am. Fang huh…” Trailing off into silence as her eyes looked to the side, but there was a certain glaze over Sheila’s eyes that suggest she was deep in thought. “I feel like i should know that name, but I can’t wrap my finger around it.” Sheila lets out a sigh as she lowers the carrot and drops it into her basket of other carrots. “Well i assume you’re not really here to chat. What is it that you want kid?”
Sheila went back to her work, but she was paying attention as Fang followed her. “I am a recent addition to the wizard’s guild called Black Rose. Magic is something i am still grasping, and living out in the wilderness has taught me that i need more than one thing to survive. So i was wondering since you were a Rune Knight for years if you could train me a bit of your ways Sheila.” Sheila was quiet as Fang spoke, and at the same time she was picking up carrots to check if they were ripe or not. “So you’re a wizard yet you don’t want to know how to use a sword, axe, or any of the stabby bits? Most people take up the sword because it is easier to wield and axes when they think brute strength is the answer to everything.”
In Fang’s mind she wasn’t wrong since he can remember quite a few people including guards that usually have a sword and shield on hand. It did seem pretty common, but Fang can see the flaw in that. “There are going to be situations where i won’t have a sword in hand, or if for some reason my belongings get taken away to where i just have my clothes on me. I still need to learn some way to defend myself against attackers especially when i am unarmed.” For some reason Sheila began to laugh as she stopped moving. Turning on her heels, Fang noticed that there was a certain fire in her eyes. “Fang, we are never truly unarmed especially when we hone our bodies and skills. Hone them to the point where people fear you more than they would if a sword was held at their throat. This might sound odd, but may i see your hands for a moment?”
Fang did think it was a bit odd to ask, but he extended both hands with his palms open and facing upward. Sheila puts the basket of crops down and takes one of his hands with her own. Tracing the lines on his palm and seeming to lightly poke at the calluses. Then Sheila picks up Fang’s other hand and repeats the process. For some reason, Sheila saw something that made her smile. “I have only met a select few who are blessed by the Warrior Saint. You just may be the third person i’ve met in my life. Are you sure you don’t wish to train with Ponk? I’m pretty sure you two would get along well.” Fang has no idea who Ponk was, but the young man shook his head to silently decline it.
“Maybe some other time, but for today i wish for you to teach me. I can help with the harvest if you want.” Sheila waved the offer off as she pondered on the thought some more. Finally, Sheila came to the conclusion. “Alright. Let me just take this basket up to my house and we can get started.” Picking the basket up again, both Sheila and Fang walked through the field to the single two-story house with a barn next to it. During the walk Sheila was telling one of the stories that she did in her career. Fang listened to the story and would occasionally ask to clarify some things. Though Sheila didn’t get to finish her story by the time she walked into her house and immediately Sheila was greeted by children. Sheila gave them hugs and told them that if they could get the crops washed before she gets back she’ll take them downtown for a bit.
Fang outside when one of the kids, short with short blonde hair and stormy grey eyes, that was standing at the doorway watching Fang. He honestly didn’t know why the kid was staring at him, but Fang offered a smile as he waved. The kid didn’t wave back as he retreated into the house. Sheila eventually came out in a different set of clothes. Before she wore simple clothing with a brown overall. Now she wears a gi with a black belt. “I know my age is up there, but don’t think i can’t take a hit. The question that i do have is…”
They were practically standing at the front yard as they were maybe five meters apart. When Sheila trailed off it was like she blurred and instantly she was directly in front of Fang. Instinct took over as he tried to defensively raise his arms, but it was in vain as Sheila hurls a powerful cupped fist on Fang’s stomach. A shockwave erupts from the impact as the grass flattened near them for a moment. Fang couldn’t withstand the force as he had the wind knocked out of him before Fang skid on the ground. Fang skid for a total of five meters before he placed a tender hand over his stomach. “If you could withstand my attack, then there is hope for you. My training is simple. Spar with me until either the sun sets or you at least become proficient with black tiger style.”
Fang was able to draw in a couple of breaths before Sheila moved so fast that Fang blinked and she was already on him. This time Fang anticipated the attack and pivoting from his left foot Fang spun around Sheila’s left side. However he was immediately greeted with a roundhouse kick from Sheila as she spun clockwise to catch Fang. Even when Fang managed to block the attack and it stung like hell. Another booming shockwave erupts from the contact as Fang is forcefully knocked back ten meters. Before he could recover Sheila practically flew at him before slamming all of her momentum into a single palm strike at Fang’s chest.
Writing that it hurts is putting it mildly as Fang felt his heart skip a beat and that hurt on top the force attempting to crush his ribcage. This time Fang is sent flying for about twenty meters before he flipped his body and landed to a skidding halt. Sheila lets him recover for a couple of seconds as Fang drops to one knee and makes sure to get his breathing under control. “Get up kid. I want you to attack me, not go in the defensive. If you don’t show aggression towards your opponent they’re just going to overpower you very quickly just as i did.” Well she certainly didn’t earn the nickname Fist Tigress for nothing, and if Fang didn’t know any better he would have guessed she possessed some form of titan strength.
Taking a shaky breath, Fang stood up to his feet. Moving as fast as he was able to, Fang sprinted in a zigzag pattern even though Sheila easily sees through it. After all, she dashed towards him as she would’ve accurately intercepted his approach. If Fang hadn’t already anticipated it that is. Fang waited for the last second as Sheila threw a strong fist at his direction to suddenly twist his body to narrowly avoid the attack while at the same time hurling a left uppercut aimed for under her chin. Quickly realizing her error, Sheila tries to jump away with her head tilted, but Fang still managed to nick her. It may appear to not be really effective, but considering the large gap in experience and prowess that was quite a surprise.
Sheila spun on her heel as she crouched low to deliver a high sweeping kick at Fang’s head. However Fang took a step back before the heel missed his nose by a centimeter. Unflinching, the moment Sheila spun around Fang was hurling a right hook at her head. Through the sheer speed Sheila possess over Fang, she effectively blocked it with one of her arms while simultaneously throwing a cupped fist at Fang’s abdomen. Only her fist was blocked as well since Fang defensively prepared the other hand to guard his upper body. So her fist smacks onto his palm, and even though Fang stopped it another audible shockwave erupts from the impact as the sharp pain shoots up along his left arm. Yet Fang held firm.
The Fist Tigress presented a smirk before quickly taking a step forward while bringing her elbow swinging at Fang’s cheek. Fang leaned away from the attack as he used his left elbow to push Sheila’s attack upward just enough to where it misses him by a hair’s width. Keeping up with his momentum, Fang moved as quick as he could to drop to a crouch while sweeping with his left leg. Sheila jumped over it with an added flip to drop a heavy heel on Fang’s right shoulder. There was a nasty pop as his right arm went limp and Fang bared his teeth trying to contain the pain. Fang tries to push Sheila away, but she had already flipped backwards and gracefully landed on her feet.
Fang was still holding onto his right shoulder as Sheila frowned at the sight of it. “Already dislocated your shoulder eh? That’s an easy fix.” Before Fang could even think about protesting Sheila seemed to teleported at his side and with a quick jerk Sheila sets the shoulder back in its socket with another sickening pop. It hurt just as much as she dislocated it, and in Fang’s mind if Sheila was this strong then he would hate to see what the others had to deal with. “The best way to grasp how you act in combat is to give you a little bout myself. You have some good points here, but i can see why you came to me. Now I’ll teach you the black tiger style, and don’t worry i’m not going to hit you this time.”
Hours went by as Sheila went through the basics of the black tiger with Fang. Step by step Fang learned the basics of the style. It wasn’t just a fighting style as the size didn’t truly matter. Sheila used a bit of magic to infuse her hands in order to dish out more damage than normal. Hence was the explanation as to why her attacks always produced a shockwave and why she kept knocking Fang off his feet literally. It wasn’t until evening when they finally called it for the day.
“Practice what you’ve learned here, and i’m sure you’ll put anyone wizards or not in their place without really using magic. When you’ve practiced enough come see me again. I’ll teach you the more advanced aspects of this style.” Sheila dusted herself off before placing a hand on Fang’s shoulder. Her hand produced a green glow, and gradually Fang’s shoulder didn’t ache anymore. “Thank you Sheila. I just apologize that i couldn’t keep up with you.” That earned him a light smack on the head from Sheila. “Don’t apologize. Despite the difference between us you kept going. Plus you almost had me for a moment. If i was half a second slower you would’ve given me a bruise for sure.”
And with them bidding farewells for the time being. Fang walked from the farm through the downtown area. Only to arrive at the bar like his guild mates agreed on. It was busy than before and definitely noisy too. So Fang found a vacant seat at a table with his bag in hand. Waiting for the others to arrive and they can set about getting home.
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