I wrote it a month ago so nothing here is about starr park...
Nita Forrest woke up and looked around. Her bear fur coat was gone again. She hardly hesitated before realizing that it is her brother, Leon, who had taken it. Leon walked into Nita’s room grinning as he tossed her coat into her clutched fists.
They looked at their father Bo’s room. It was empty, but the bed was not done. “Needless to say, Father’s gone hunting, leaving us to do the bed,” sighed Nita.
“If you have this much time analyzing our father’s situation, how about you do the bed yourself?” Leon returned, grinning.
“No, you do it!” Nita looked around but Leon was already out of sight. Nita groaned as she folded the blankets, muttering how Leon had made her do the bed for six straight days.
There isn’t much to do living in a jungle, so Nita took her pet bear Bruce on a walk while Leon decided to have a stroll in the woods. Leon put on his invisibility cloak and wandered around the woods. Ah, the pine tree -- the only one in the entire jungle, according to his father. To him, the jungle is like a bank of great memories -- his father put in the memories with him there, and now they are resurfacing for Leon to relish those moments. He remembered the corner where he received his invisibility cloak, where her sister got her bear, and where he celebrated his 5th birthday by scaring her sister to death.
When Leon returned home, Nita and Bo are already there cooking lunch. “Sons, I got you a deer and two chickens for you,” claimed Bo, pulling out three arrows shot right into their hearts. Hardly anyone could shoot with this pinpoint accuracy like Bo. Leon had always wanted to have an aim as true as his father’s.
“How do you shoot so accurately?” he blurted out.
“Me?” Bo was taken by surprise. “You know, perhaps it is this vengeance your grandfather’s death left me…” Bo started sobbing.
The grandfather they were talking about was the great Garth Forrest, a renowned philosopher who was spreading his wisdom -- known as Forrestism -- in the world before he died in a fight with his opponents. The media had claimed it was an act of anger towards Forrestism and led directly to its decline. At the death penalty stand, the murderer shouted that his disciples would murder the remaining Forrests -- including Bo -- if Forrestism persisted.
The Forrest family had no choice but to move secretly away into the Russian jungles. But the Forrests have not forgotten. Secretly, Bo had been honing his shooting skills and became a regular appearance in the shooting arena, winning countless championships and becoming a world-known shooter. He trained his two children to be similar fighting talents, and Nita and Leon have not let him down. In fact, Leon, with his invisibility, was once so strong that he was hailed one of the best on Earth, but now that people were familiar with his tactics, his power slightly diminished.
Leon listened, almost grieving for his late grandfather. Now he knows where his father learned all those philosophies -- the remnants of Forrestism. And he, too, seemed to long for a chance to take revenge and glorify his ancestors. After lunch, he went into the shooting range to practice throwing shurikens.
One of the shurikens hit a pigeon, and the pigeon was injured -- fortunately Leon was not using real metal shurikens, or that pigeon would have been sliced in half, but the hit was powerful nevertheless. Leon hurried towards the pigeon to check it out.
The pigeon was carrying a letter. “For the Forrest family,” read the envelope. Leon read enthusiastically.
“Dear Bo, Leon and Nita Forrest:
“There is a surprise at the Helsinki Stadium waiting for you.”
Also in the envelope there were three train tickets to Helsinki. No return tickets.
But they are not the kind of people who fear not being able to return. They’ve lost so much already.
Leon took the letter to his family, who shared his enthusiasm.
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Helsinki. A city that the Forrests have rarely ever been to. Leon remembered going there twice to watch top fights -- arguably the home to the best fighting stadia in the world. He dreamed of coming on that arena as a fighter. So did his sister.
When they arrived, it was like a dream. They had hardly ever been to such a bustling city like modern-day Helsinki. The streets were packed with tourists and locals alike, none of whom looked like fighters. They had a hard time navigating through the labyrinths of the city, further complicated by the crowds and the strange looks tourists shot on Nita’s bear coat and Leon’s suspicious smile. Slowly but surely, they boarded a bus for the stadium.
Leon’s instinct, upon seeing a wallet protruding out of a bag, was to steal it. Bo and Nita’s instinct was to stop Leon through an eye gesture. Leon started wailing that the bus journey is taking way too long, and that he could run faster than a bus stuck in rush-hour traffic.
After what seemed to Leon like an eternity, they arrived at the stadium. “Wowza,” exclaimed Nita, “I never thought Helsinki Stadium was this big!”
Nita was right to be shocked. For this event, the stadium had undergone several renovations to drastically improve its quality, so it was much more majestic than its pre-renovation form.
They gathered around until a gentleman walked towards them. Leon and Nita scanned his shirt, landing on an identification card that said “Supercell”.
“Are you Bo, Leon and Nita Forrest?” the man asked, followed by three nods. “Come with me,” continued the man, and the Forrests followed him into an underground hall where several dozen people were gathering.
“One, two, three...Thirty-eight of you, great.
“The reason I invited you here is because you are some of the greatest fighting talents we can find in the entire world, and we, as future talent developers, hope that you can further hone your skills and be the best of the best. For this reason, you will be joining a camp where you 38 will have to go through different challenges and competitions. Add oil!”
The best talents? Leon surveyed the crowd, trying to make out some of his strongest competitors. Nah, in the hills of Russia he couldn’t find any competitors as tough as him. But he could make out some familiar faces --
Pam and Jessie Eaton were the founders of Eaton Works, who excels in building robotic attack parts and electric machinery. Leon never thought they were good in combat, but you never know; teamwork may be key.
Poco Vilana was a star violinist, and the Forrests enjoyed his performances. His music is said to have that “special something” that strikes the unaware, but Leon had always underestimated its power. He can no longer do so.
There isn’t much more that Leon knows of, as most are unconventional fighters boasting different tools. But Leon told himself that he must not underestimate anyone, even that Sandy Sandals who just tosses sand at others.
At the far end Leon sees a lunatic spinning around with a shovel. Sneaking up to him, Leon told him to wear his hat, claiming that his purple mane looked disgusting. That was Mortis Demikez the Great, an alleged master in the art of shoveling and a guru in the absorption of life blood. Suddenly Mortis looked to his right. An old man spinning around caught his eye. Mortis stealthily walked close until that man, sensing danger, put dynamite in front of him, driving Mortis away. Leon was confused -- how could Mortis show hostility to that innocent mine worker before the brawl has even started? Leon asked him.
It was a long story.
To be continued...