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Double Dragon

"Remember your breathing." Shinku said his voice barely above a whisper. The man didn't seem to be rooted to the earth or affected by gravity at all. He was almost gliding over the hardwood flooring without so much as opening his eyes. His chest rose and fell with perfect rhythm that set the pace for the rest of his movements. It was almost like he was dancing across the floor but dance wasn't a powerful enough word to describe him. What Shinku was doing was refined and beautiful but it was not a dance. Each movement was deliberate and strong, an expertly placed kick, a slight pivot of his hip or a shift of his weight. This man was a warrior in the trust sense of the word.

Martial Arts was more than simply a hobby for him or even a fighting technique. It was how he defined himself and how he communicated with the world. It was a fact that had kept him from opening a dojo of his own, he refused to pass his soul down to a man who would treat it as a hobby. He had spent much of his life waiting to find the right person to pass his legacy onto.

Marcus Smith was his name but most people called him Star because of the odd shaped birthmark on his cheek in the rough shape of a star. He was about as far from what Shinku had been expecting in his student as was possible. For starters he was African American and Shinku had no qualms about his own racism. The idea that he would train a black was unthinkable, especially one like Marcus. Marcus was almost literally the epitome of everything that he hated. He wore clothing sizes to large for his frame, frequently wore bandanas and gaudy jewelry. Star not only listened to but performed that abhorrent din. Shinku refused to even honor the rap by referring to it as music. It was no more music than a recording from a battlefield.

He was also a martial arts genius. Shinku met him at the California Karate Championships in two thousand six and watched him soundly defeat a man who should have been his better. By every measure he shouldn't even have been at the tournament at all, a mere green belt competing with second and third degree black belts was absurd but here he was. He could have won the tournament if he'd really been there to win but he wasn't. Marcus was looking for someone better than him, someone to teach him.

The memory of when Star first approached him brought a slight smile to his lips. The smile quickly vanished into the rest of the dance. It was a momentary weakness but the memory was vivid and fond. The boy had simply walked up to him and asked him to spar. The sheer audacity, arrogance and stupidity was staggering. This punk, this black punk was challenging him as if it was as natural as saying hello. As if the best way to get to know someone was to spar them.

He'd considered for a moment saying now, just walking away but he couldn't. There was no way he was going to give some goddamned nigger think even for a second that he was better. It was unfuriating that this mongrel dog could even think him Shinku's equal. All things said it took less than a blink for all those thoughts and others to race through Shinku's sharp mind and come to the only conclusion he could. He was going to break the kid in two.

Shinku had come out aggressive, too aggressively really he had already seen the boy's talent but didn't believe it. It shouldn't have been a surprise when a wide punch forced him to twist out of an arm bar and when that lead to a quick kick to the head as he slipped free. The second assault was more thought out, a feinted kick first to the middle then to the head that was dodged but opened the young man up for a barrage of punches. More were deflected than hit but it felt good to lay blows on the youth and force him back.

At that point Star did something he hadn't done that entire day. He'd taken the offensive first with a punch that narrowly missed it's target then with a hook kick that grazed Shinku's skull. The boy was fast, too fast actually. Shinku was a man who'd battled countless inhumans and he'd rarely seen such speed and presicion.

In the present he was forced to watch the boy again exceed his expectations as he flawlessly slid into the next part of the kata they were both performing. Shinku felt the sudden flux of energy flowing through him as well as the boy bringing them closer together. Each of them continued on mimicking each others steps until the energy the two of them were sharing took on a physical form at first wispy and transparent but still visible had either of them opened their eyes to see it.

The proper name for the technique was The Flying Dragon of Two Hearts but since it required to people Star had taken to calling it Double Dragon after some fucking game he used to play on his television. In a rare case of compromise Shinku had failed to debate the point with the boy. Only so much could be expected from him.

Today was making forcing him, as painful as it was to rethink all of the things he had thought to be true. There was now way that an inferior could perform the second half of the Flying Dragon of Two Hearts. Shinku had been formally trained and was still years older than Star when he'd first gotten to the point they were at now and the two of them were hardly finished. He could feel it.

There was a sudden rush of energy like the entire room was electrified and a roar that nearly broke Shinku's concentration and did force him to open his eyes. It didn't matter the two of them had already gotten to the end of the kata. The two of them were standing back to back facing opposite directions in a classic serpent stance.

The pair stood in the shadow of a ki dragon with two heads preparing to devour anything that would threaten them. It wasn't just hard to believe that they had accomplished this. It was literally impossible but it was true and it meant that Shinku at age sixty was had to rethink everything he knew.
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