Saga 2 Episode 12: Cho's Daily Schedule

## **Participants**

**Connor RyojiCho Kiriyu**
I

“Connor? Connor? “ Cho walked inside of the Ryoji House hold dojo and looked around for his boss/sensei looking around for him to be here. He stood in the center of the tatami mats, with a white t-shirt on and some jeans with socks and this gym bag on his back with a bandage on his right cheek. So you managed not to be late this time? Thank god.” Cho squinted his eyes. “It”s….it”s 5 in the morning most normal people are ASLEEP!” Connor stood up, pivoting off his right foot and spinning around, only to face Cho once again. “A good fighter is great. A good fighter in poor shape is just terrible. You my pathetic student, need much work. We”ve been working on you for quite a while but not quite enough…no I think it”s time we got a bit more serious.” “What we”ve been doing hasn”t been considered SERIOUS?” Connor scoffed. “Unlike me and the other people I know, you don”t have any special physique that puts you above other people and humans. No, I have to rely on your omega gene and your bodies ability to adapt. Everything you achieve is going to be through a series of hardwork and true gritt.” Connor waved his arm at Cho as he walked towards the temple. “Your biceps are no bigger than my schlong. Then again I have a HUGE dick so that”s not entirely fair to you. Come Cho, we shall start right away, you”ll experience the regime and know what you”re in for. Ahh I remember when my old Sensei toushin said those same words to me when he started training me. Yup, I”m going to give you the same treatment he gave me.” “Oh? You did this? Okay cool, then I”ll be ready. Whatever it takes to keep my wins up in the ring for me and my mom.” “That”s the spirit.”  Cho would self consciously feel on his biceps, talking under his breath. “They”re not small…wait how big….and his wife…nope. Nooooope, not even.”  Cho entered the dojo and was given a white sleeveless GI and black kung fu pants. “put these on and brace yourself. The part of your training is learning the art of destruction and rebirth." Connor would clap his hands together and bow to Cho for a minute. Cho bow as well and rise back up to look at Connor. " I”m looking forward to this training Mr.Con-OOF!"

Connor drove his fist into Cho”s stomach rattling his intestines by all means. Cho doubled over holding the pit of his stomach on agony before falling to his knees or so he would have if Connor didn”t catch him by his chin using only his thumb. Connor would let out a cackling laugh his head tilting back as he let the laugh echo through the room. "What are you slumping down for bruh? That was only the first hit. we”ve still got 999 to go!" Chos face went "O.o" Connor would fix Cho upright placing his arms back behind his head. "You have to transcend your human physique and become something more.  A force to be reckoned with in and outside of the ring. Sure I can teach you martial arts but like I said earlier your body is nowhere NEAR where we need it to be.” Connor placed his hands behind his back again and popped his neck from side to side. “Now next time you fall over or if I get a hint of you passing out, its back to punch one. Got it?" Cho spit on the floor and growled "I-I MEAN I GUESS! THIS IS A BIT HARSH DON’T YOU THINK?!?" Cho would hold his throat gagging and gasping for air. "Disrespect will get you a throat chop and an additional 100 blows. Like my master taught me we have to destroy your muscles Cho so they rebuild even stronger. Basic physical education, Now then let’s BEGIN AGAIN!"

II
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He shouted and positioned Chos arms behind his head again. An hour went by full of agonizing pain as Connors hits were more so slow and powerful, making every hit to Cho’s entire body count. His arms, legs, chest, and even his jaws were being bombarded with Connors fist, though Cho would swear up and down his knuckles were made of steel. What’s frightening about this man’s mastery is that there wasn”t a single bruise on Chos physical body. Every bit of damage soaked past the epidermal level of skin and went straight to his muscles. This left Cho INSTANTLY exhausted as he’d never had to just take a beating with no form of preparation whatsoever. After Connor had thrown his last punch he’d return his arms behind his back with a chuckle and a sinister grin on his face. "60 second break."

The moment he uttered that Cho fell to his knees and had a look of utter zombification. Complementing this would be a low groan of pain and a gurgling noise. "uh....nyuuh....fuhhuuh"  "It’s not that bad is it? you’re a tough one. I don’t train people often. Hell I was actually able to use a portion of my strength that time. Well break over, next segment!" Connor would grab Cho by the hair ad drag him out front. Standing Cho up and slapping his face a few times to keep him conscious Cho would open his eyes and see that his body had ropes ties to his shoulders and waist. “Huh? What is this?...THE HELL?” Cho looked behind him and saw Connor sitting down on top of a tire...a tractor tire. "This next regime is alllll about endurance and speed with good breathing and lung exorcise. My master made me run 10 city blocks, clockwise, 10 times so I expect the same from you!" Cho started to struggle to release the ropes. "Okay Mr.Connor I uh. I think I get it and if you let me go, I will train harder than ever by NORMAL means!” "Pft you’re my red fighter. You fight FOR me. I can’t let you get slack not when I know the potential you have....now....MUSH! "Connor would whip Cho in the back and the shock made Cho move forward! Cho gritted his teeth and pulled the tire forward, all be it at a heavily slowed pace.

"YOU”VE ONLY GOT AN HOOOOOOOUR! Connor would whip Cho again and Cho picked up the pace a bit but was now only mildly jogging. "M-my body is killing me! my muscles feel weightless!" "THAT’S WHATS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! HUEHUEHUEHUE!" To us him folded his arms and pondered a thought. "Maaaaaybe the whip isn’t helping. ah I’ve got something kids respond to!" Connor would make one of his silver decimator’s appear in his hand, cocking it. Cho’s head whipped around as he stopped dead In his tracks looking at him with wide fearful eyes. "Yo-You wouldn’t!!!!????" a bullet whizzed through his hair and left a scar on his cheek. As the blood trickled down Cho’s cheek his adrenaline flooded his body like a damn tidal wave! Cho entered a full blown sprint dragging the reactor tire and managing to pull about 45mph with that added weight! Connor helped onto his hat and laughed heart fully. "Weather you speed up or maintain this speed is up to you buuuuuuut" Connor twirled the gun around his finger. "every 15 seconds I’m sending a bullet towards your heel!" Cho shrieked and picked up his tempo! Each time he heard a shot he’d run as fast as he could, his body pulling 60mh but only because he was under maintained stress.

An hour and thirty minutes passes and Cho would be back in front of the Ryoji Estate face first in the dirt, breathing heavily and deprived of all energy Cho was coated in sweat and had a putrid scent. About to close his eyes and rest he’d be greeted with the spraying of a water hose. Flailing and gasping for air Cho would roll around as Connor continued to spray him. "Sorry but you’re not coming into my house with the stench of musky balls. My fucking kids live here you know." After the spraying was done, Connor gave Cho a new pair of clothes similar to the ones he’d had on previously had from the first time Connor gave them to him. Cho now being back in the dojo would rub his forehead waiting for the next task.

## III

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4j9-Bfm1Tvo&index=142&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkbiSVlrNHnbXbgZBIdU3Pl&shuffle=26889  )Connor would walk back into the room and place a wooden plaque on the floor that had a large protruding spike in the middle of it. Connor would hold up one finger and speak. "Observe. Now this IS REALLY FUCKING HARD. When I first did it I almost killed myself…Serena." Connor’s daughter stood by and saluted. “Hai.” “Get your healing flame ready. I don’t think our boy here will do to hot.” Cho wearily nodded as Connor leaked chi into his finger causing it to glow a vibrant blue. He’d then place his finger on top of the metal spike and balance his entire body upon it, his body now vertical in the air balancing perfectly.

"This is the only exercise I’ll have you perform that involves chi. You coat your finger in chi and balance the rest of your body upon said finger. You have fortification chi so this would be easy but no. You will be required to make a ball and not a flat surface. This will enhance your core muscles, tighten your stomach and even the muscles directly in front of tour diaphragm will be as solid as steel IF you mold them properly.

Connor looks down at how he was doing it smiling and remembering his master. “This also gives you means to focus chi consistently under pressure and attack." Cho tilted his head sideways. "I don’t even...think I’m that balanced by ANY means what so ever. Like…damn." Connor would hop off and land on his feet. "Well GUESS who gets to learn todaaaaay PRINCESS!" Connor would point his open hand to the spike. Cho would huff, mentally preparing himself for what was about to happen. he’d look at his finger and begin charging chi into it. A green aura stemmed from his hand and flamed from his entire arm. He formed it into a green ball and looked at it with worry. "Focus that Cho. Focus that and compress it to your index finger." Cho nodded and his face showed strain as the green flame shrunk itself down slowly but surely. Cho winced, showing great strain in this concentration exorcise. “I want you to focus on only your finger. Only your finger. And pin point your chi there. Just enough, not to much.” Cho nodded and closed his eyes. Instead of a fist he left his hand open, taking slow and striding deep breathes. As he did, chi would appear form his fingertip, glowing a bright green. Cho held his wrist as it gathered, and the energy filled the tip of his finger, even appearing as a green ball to a point. Connor rubbed his chin. “Man…kids a natural. I can see his Dragoon roots showing…he might have the potential to be a hadou master even with a regular physique. I’d hate to see this kid with any other abilities...” Cho would balance himself up on the spike using his right index finger. His face full of concentration as his brow’s were furrowed. His chi flickered and sadly cut out, and next thing you know a piercing noise was made and Cho howled at the top of his lungs, in pain. Connor, Clenched his teeth. “Yiiiikes.  Serena ta-take care of that….” “MY EYEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MY GOD DAMN EYE! I…I HAVE A SPIKE IN MY EYE!!! “I’m on it daddy.”

Cho was patched up by Serena and Connor told to repeat the exorcise. Every time Cho stabbed himself fatally though, Connor would order Serena toheal him up by using the blue flame her mother taught her. Sadly however, every time Cho fell, he’d have to stay in that position for an extra 30 minutes. Cho finally managed it but only for an hour. Which was good considering it took him it took him 2 hours to do this.

IV
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Cho lay at the edge of the gat outside the dojo tired and beaten. It was 8 o clock in the morning at this time and Cho started at 3 that morning. “Well you’ve done Good Cho. You survived the first day, which is rare, very rare.” “Th-..thanks.” Cho would nod. “Now you just have to report here every morning before school except on weekends. Be happy that’s one extra day than my old master gave me.” Cho nodded before shooting up. “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?!?!!?!?!?!!? What about three times a week! Maybe four!? I HAVE TO BE AWAKE AT SCHOOL!!!” Connor shoved a bag into Cho’s hands. “There is a special outfit in that bag. Wear it under eeeeeeeeverything you’ll ever wear. It’s made of a synthetic material linked to my watch, so I can monitor weather you put it on or not. It’ll be a big help in your training so get used to wearing it. If you notify me I might let you take it off, trust me I know how situations can turn the tides. See you tomorrow morning at 2.” Cho’s mouth comically dropped to the floor. “2? School doesn’t…start til…8…” “Noooot my problem.” Connor would walk back to his house shutting the door behind him.

Cho would silently cry to himself starting to regret his decision as a whole wondering if this was the life he was destined to live. A yakuza red fighter forced to train, fight in cages, and go to school in the same damn day.