《A human's tale》Ma Fu Ba
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Year 467.
Rayhan was drinking tea with his family when he sensed a strong evil aura coming from a faraway distance.
"Dad, We need to go to a place now. Something important has come up." He informed his father.
They immediately took off. He explained that there was a sinister ki signature in the west. He told him the plan to seal the creature.
"Dad. You will need to go full power against him. Stall him for some time then I will seal him." He said.
They flew for half an hour and already saw many towns and villages had been slaughtered. They didn't find any of King Piccolo's spawn in their way. Otherwise, they would have killed those spawns. Rayhan was not afraid that King Piccolo's children would attack his home. Even if they did. Annin, Fanfan, and Master Tiger would be able to fend off the demons.
Finally, After reaching their destination, they saw an 8-foot-tall goblin staring at them. Rayhan had kept his power level in check. So, he looked weaker. The green goblin did not pay him any mind.
He directly spoke to his father, "Human, You are not that weak. I might consider letting you live if you become my servant."
"Fuck off. Let's fight." Ray said and transformed into Super-human. His power level immediately rose to 450. It was superior to King Piccolos by a margin of 15. So, King Piccolo was slightly afraid. However, King Piccolo was extremely arrogant at this point. So, when he remembered what the human had said earlier, he was instantly enraged.
"You dare!" He roared and charged at Ray.
They exchanged blows for 20 and King Piccolo was completely outclassed by Rayhan's father.
Another 15 minutes passed and Ray's ki had depleted.
Piccolo's ki had been weakened by 80% as well but he could still clinch victory after Ray's ki had been depleted.
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"You are just some insignificant creatures. How could you even think of defeat----" As Piccolo was saying a green swirl consumed him and he was sealed into a rice cooker.
Rayhan immediately swallowed a Senju bean and gave one to his father.
Rayhan didn't want to take chances while sealing King Piccolo. That is why he had asked his father to weaken him.
"Father, This guy probably has other accomplishes. We should split and kill them. They are probably weaker than him. Otherwise, we would have been able to sense their ki." Rayhan said.
After that, they spit and flew in different directions.
Martial artists had banded together to fight against demons. Rayhan flew from one place to another killing them one by one. He had killed 3 of them. At last, he met up with his father and learned that he too had killed 3 demons. They flew off with the cooker towards their house.
One month later, After confirming through Karin that there are no more of Piccolo's spawns. He threw the cooker into the middle of the ocean. He could have just kept the cooker in his vault but he felt uncomfortable with the idea of keeping such a vile thing in his home. So, he let canonical events take place.
The world was at peace after that. Rayhan helped the victims as much as he could. He felt guilty that he had not sealed Piccolo immediately. He could have saved more people if he had done that. But he didn't want to take the slightest risk in this matter.
'I did it for the greater good.' He thought to himself and convinced himself.
Back at his home, everything was as serene as always. His previous routine of Ki control training resumed for another 3 years. His power level had reached 480 and his ki control was at perfection.
Since He was going to be without any challenge for a long time. He was fully relaxed. He asked Karin to inform him if any better way of training was to pop up in his head. There was no way to instantly gain strength without pressure. So, he slowly had to accumulate strength bit by bit. Therefore, he thought of creating various techniques that he had seen before. It would keep him engaged and motivated at the very least.
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As the years went by he recreated various techniques. The first one was Kamehameha. The second one was Dodon Ray. He tried to recreate many moves like Special beam cannon, Tri-beam, Kiai, Destructo Disc, Spirit sword, Energy shield, and solar flare in the next 10 years. He was not able to recreate all of them perfectly. He could only create Kamehameha, Destructo Disc, Energy Shield, and Solar flare. He was not able to perfectly recreate the remaining ones.
His father had improved the 'Super-human transformation' to another level in these ten years. The power multiplier had reached 2 times. His father's power level didn't increase much in the last ten years but what he had created was a marvelous achievement. It was probably because he had single-mindedly focused on this particular transformation.
All the schoolmasters except Master Tiger had died in the last 10 years. Strangely enough, none of their successors were competent. Rayhan had observed for the last 10 years and he concluded that humanities martial arts were slowly declining. He had conjectured that it might have been because of slowly encroaching technology. Nothing fancy had been invented yet but since humanity had survived Piccolo's attack and much of human civilization was preserved. Thus, the development of technology had been progressing.
So he had decided to open up his valley to outsiders. He drilled a tunnel through a mountain and made a path for people to enter. Next, he publicized a piece of news that if any martial artist under the age of 20 could defeat his son then the 'Serene Valley' would nurture him or her to become a grandmaster level fighter. Naturally, he had named the place where they were living 'the serene valley'.
His son had a power level of 110 but he had next to no combat experience. So, he was trying to kill two birds with one stone. There were only a handful of martial artists who had a power level surpassing 100 at the age of 20. Only personal disciples of a grandmaster-level figure had such power. Rayhan was trying to find people with good potential who would otherwise be buried in history without making a name.
Every week, someone would come to challenge Rayfan and they would be defeated. Some posed a good challenge to him but none had won so far.
Rayfan rose in power level quickly. So, Rayhan made him wear weighted clothes which maintained his power level at 110. It was done to somewhat uphold the impartiality of the test.
The phoenix was not sulking anymore. It seemed it was happy to call the serene valley its home. The serene valley was safe and beautiful that is why that phoenix had finally accepted this place as its home. Rayhan had promised her that, he would create a volcanic environment for it to lay eggs after another 30 years.
Rayhan was happy with the phoenix as well because he had felt that his talent had somewhat improved. His power level had slowly increased over the last 10 years. He did not suffer any significant bottleneck during this time. He, naturally, attributed it to enhancement in his talent brought upon by the phoenix's tear.
Rayhan had a power level of 530 in the year 480.
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