Boom, boom, boom—
As he began, prayed, struck, and withdrew his hands, Netero caught a fleeting glimpse of a flower blooming amid the seamless assault of the Hundred-Type Guanyin. It brought back memories of the distant past.
It really was a distant past.
He had been in his fifties then, around Biscuit's age now, and had just mastered the Hundred-Type Guanyin.
As soon as he came down from the mountain, he challenged a martial arts master to a duel with the reputation of their respective schools on the line, to see how he measured up.
But Netero had thrown only one punch. The other man had merely watched its sonic-boom force in action before dropping to his knees in reverence, admitting defeat and asking to become his student.
Netero had actually taken many disciples, teaching them the secrets of the Mind Source Style, which he had created and mastered. That martial arts master had been one of them.
Sadly, that man was long gone, and even the memories of him had faded.
Of the Mind Source Style disciples still alive and accomplished today, only Biscuit and Wing remained.
He had heard that Wing had recently taken on a disciple named Chikyū or something like that. Wing was very steady, so the student he chose was probably talented.
It was just that Wing was too righteous and lacked the cunning and adaptability of his own teacher, Biscuit. In the future...
Boom—
Netero's eyes flew open.
Beneath the bright moonlight, the enormous beast had once again escaped from his palm, racing away through the forest.
This was bad. Very bad. I'm even seeing something like a flickering lantern show. Gelman's Chaos Roar must have built up a lot of pressure in me...
Netero pressed his cracked lips together. The Hundred-Type Guanyin's 99th