Entering the expansive training hall with Albert by my side, I took in the sights of various training equipment and students engaged in different exercises. Wooden dummies lined one corner, intended for hand-to-hand combat training, while on the opposite side, there were bands and assorted equipment designed to strengthen different parts of the body.
Observing the diverse group of individuals, some clad in traditional karate attire and others in casual wear, I noted at least 15 prospective students seeking admission. Positioning myself behind the crowd, I signalled for Albert to stay back, considering he wasn't a student of the academy.
After a brief wait, a trainer strolled into the training hall, projecting an air of laziness. "Welcome to the Bright Light Academy," he declared indifferently. "On your right, you'll find wooden dummies for combat practice, and on your left, training machines to suit your needs. If you believe you're strong enough for the next level, step into this room and face me."
Without much ceremony, the trainer entered the room, shutting the door behind him. The confused glances exchanged among the students hinted at their uncertainty regarding the next steps.
Smiling at the unfolding scenario, it seemed the trainer required some training himself. Ignoring the bewildered gazes of the students, I stepped forward and entered the room. The trainer, preoccupied with his own thoughts, dismissed me with a casual remark. "You're here a little early, aren't you? If you have any questions, ask the senior-level students. Don't bother me with your nonsense."
Politely, I informed him, "Sir, I am here for the test."
The trainer froze, seemingly unable to comprehend my words. Attempting to downplay the situation, he chuckled, "Are you an idiot? Do you think this is a joke? First of all, you look weak. One slap, and you'll die. Stop joking and go train."
Maintaining my composure, I calmly assured him, "Sir, you don't have to worry about that."
In an arrogant tone, the trainer warned, "Okay, brat. If I accidentally break some bones, don't blame me for anything."
With a nonchalant response, I said, "Ok."
As the trainer contemplated something, he suggested, "Let's go out in the hall for the test."
Once in the hall, he commanded attention from the students. "Listen, everyone, attention here!" he shouted. All eyes turned toward him, eager to understand the purpose of the gathering.
The trainer continued, "Listen, this young man says he's ready for the test. So, I called all of you to show you how the test is done and what's necessary to pass."
The students' eyes widened with anticipation as the trainer outlined the rules. I couldn't help but chuckle, assuring them, "Don't worry; I won't fail."
The trainer, unfazed, retorted, "We'll see about that."
Taking our battle stances, the trainer's confidence radiated as he threw a punch with explosive force. Gasps rippled through the crowd, their faces a mix of pity and disgust, assuming my imminent defeat.
Observing the punch, I contemplated, "Is the punch slow, or is my reaction time fast?"
As the punch neared, I employed the Water Flowing technique, disappearing from the spot. Feigning surprise for the benefit of the onlookers, I reappeared at the end of the hall with my back facing the trainer.
Turning to face him, I playfully inquired, "Did I pass?"
The trainer, with an unsightly expression, sought to humiliate me in front of everyone but found himself humbled instead. Without a word, he threw another punch, and I continued to effortlessly dodge every attack. The crowd watched in amazement as the trainer's attempts grew increasingly ferocious.
Despite his escalating efforts, the disparity in our cultivation was evident. As he attempted a powerful kick to my chest, I effortlessly dodged, appearing behind him and delivering a punch that sent him sprawling to the ground in agony.
Approaching the fallen trainer, I quipped, "Now, sir, did I pass?" The trainer, defeated and humiliated, remained silent, and the onlookers, once sceptical, now regarded me with newfound respect.