57 Inception of a Technique Part 1 (1/2)
As John watches Franklin struggle with the ever-increasing boulders, his mind wanders back to when he first came up with the technique. On that fateful exhibition, he'd come to terms with his lot in life. He'd been invited to join in raiding an ancient tomb.
One day at the while tending the gardens, John was flagged down by another disciple. ”John a message for you.” The disciple said as he handed it over. John looked at it quizzically before opening it with his calloused hands. Inside was an embroidered invitation.
Written inside was, ”You are invited to join Falcon and those other dao friends who wish to explore an ancient tomb. We are currently looking for a cultivator with the ability to identify and produce countermeasures for a variety of dangerous mystical and divine plants. There will be a test at a banquet in the Lergerik city.
We look forward to your presence.”
John scoffed at the letter. ”Just asking for death,” he cursed. John crumpled the note and threw it away. He'd lived 35 years he wasn't some fool kid anymore. He knew his place. His brown shoulder-length hair flowed in the wind as he picked up his hoe and turned away from the note.
In the evening, when his work was done, he prepared to go home. As he walked by the white paper stuck out. He hesitated for a moment and shook his head. ”I guess it won't hurt to eat some free food and meet my peers,” he says, picking the invitation up and flattening it on his chest.
John entered Lergerik city; it was a bustling hub for local cultivators with some famous shops. As he joined the crowd he tightens his cloak around him. The greatest protection he had was the ring and arrow emblazoned on the cloak. This symbol distinguished him as part of his sect. After asking around, he discovered the location of the banquet. In a somewhat renowned restaurant near the center of the city. When John arrived, it was already crowded.
As he neared a big guy with a black suit blocked John's way. ”Invitation only,” he said while grabbing John's shoulder.
John frowned this guy was way too powerful. 'Maybe this was a mistake after all,' he thought. John then pulled out the crumpled invitation and showed it to the bouncer.
When the man in the suit saw the state of the invitation, he scowled. His grip strengthened, causing John to wince. ”How dare you treat master Falcon's invitation like that!” the bouncer growled.
John was shaking now. He'd really messed up this time. ”I'm sorry an accident happened and,” John tries to explain while grabbing the giant arm of the bouncer with both his hands.
”Let it go,” a cheerful voice floats out from inside.
The bouncer scoffed and tossed John by the shoulder, causing John to stumble to the ground. John grimaces as the bouncer walked away to check other invitations. John picked himself up and patted down his cloak sending dust flying.
John opened the door to the establishment into a massive celebration. Extraordinary dishes that he'd never eaten filled the tables. Everyone was taking their fill happily. John's mouth watered as he quickly grabbed a plate to gather up the delicacies.
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