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"Marc...babe wake up....someone's at the door.." May said, shaking Marc as he groggily got up from the bed.
The knocking at the door only got louder as he approached it, opening it up a crack before it got fully opened by the other party.
It was his nephew, Kyle, who shoved his way into Marc's apartment, he was only around two years older than Marc but was his nephew nonetheless, "You're a martial artist right?" He asked, looking his uncle up and down, "Uhhh...yeah." Kyle grabbed his hand and tried dragging him out, "You gotta teach me man.."
Once he finished cleaning up, got in his purple gi, and bid Cait and May goodbye, Kyle would drive him far out into the woods to visit the family dojo, while rambling on how he's gonna be a martial arts star too and he'll promote the family fighting style and how he'll be the second most famous user of the Electric Fist Style.
By the dojo, Marc sat on the stairs as he watched Kyle attempt to harness electricity by concentrating real hard, like, forehead veins and turning red from trying to force it kind of hard. "You're gonna pull every one of your muscles faster than you'll get electric if you do it like that." He said, getting up from his spot and standing right next to Kyle.
"Clear your mind. That's the first step. Then, take a deep breathe and repeat after me." Marc made sure Kyle had his eyes on him as he did a simple charge technique, seamlessly flowing his arms in circular motions before stopping with his fists by his hips, "When I was just starting out, I had to do this to channel electricity into my body."
He watched Kyle attempt to do the same motions but slower, "You'll start out using only the static electricity from your hair, when you train long enough you'll be able to generate electricity on your own without the hand movements."
Kyle finished his last set before doing the motion quickly, yet nothing came out, "Keep doing it." - "It's like gathering your chi, the motions flow the static electricity down your neck and into your knuckles."
"When am I gonna learn those super cool moves you do?" He asked, doing a few flashy kicks at the air, "We'll get there."
Kyle did one more set, finally getting electricity in his knuckles, "Good. Now." He patted his chest, "Punch me. Redirect the ele-" He was forcefully cut off as Kyle took a couple steps forward and landed a haymaker to the face, knocking him down on the ground hard, "Ughh.....you need to work on your technique..."
Days passed as Marc continued training Kyle, a benefit to the two being unemployed, he taught him proper form and encouraged Kyle as he got better with the passing days.
"You never told me why you became a martial artist," Kyle said as he rested on the dojo stairs, "Dad told me 'Son, to be a member of the Wang family, you must learn the family martial art like the rest of us.'" Kyle nodded, "Now...why'd you choose to learn?" Kyle looked down, "Got jealous of your success, figured I'd be a martial artist too to cash in on all that free money."
Marc nodded, "Well...if you get into your first tournament...let me know. I'll be watching."
"Think I'll represent our dojo like you do one day?" Marc shook his head and chuckled, "I represent nothing, not even our martial art, Kyle. Besides, there are way to many people who represent more than a silly dojo, Fei Long promotes his film career, Ken effectively promotes the Masters foundation, that one weirdo promotes the 'power of Muay Thai' and how he's the 'God' of the art."
"Last year, 40ish people at S.I.N's tournament, the one before that? 14 people plus me and Michael." - "Michael?" - "The Mysterian." Kyle nodded, "What about that Rindo-Kan girl?" - "She has an actual reason to promote her dojo, though. Her karate's pretty good for the average joe. Our dojo? Nobody's flying out to Hong Kong just to learn how to turn into a human taser."
Kyle chuckled, "And Dan?" Marc shook his head, "He didn't even say where to find his dojo when he won." The two chuckled.