Entering the halls of Kamar Taj the two boys, following The Ancient One, watch as rows of disciples train the mystic arts. Many are only at the beginning stages, but their diligent behavior and dedication are respected.
"Welcome to Kamar Taj."
The Ancient One leads them deep within the temple. The further they go the Less they see disciples, Deon takes a mental note of that.
Entering a room with a sand floor Deon and Mark come to a stop as The Ancient One turns around. A swirling orange portal open and a rotund Asian steps through, a face Deon recognized.
"This is Wong my personal student. He'll be in charge off your training."
"Training?" Mark says shocked at the implication. "Your gonna teach us magic."
"Just the basics," Wong told interjects. "Being able to portal and shoot energy blasts should be useful in any scenario."
Mark thinks for a moment, then looks a Deon, who returns his look with a shrug.
"We're okay with that." Responds Deon for the both of them. "Mark is fine, but I might not be able to learn that."
"And why is that?" Wong replied while The Ancient One smiled behind him.
"It'll be easier if I show you."
Deon sits down with his legs crossed. He racks his mind for the instructions on ki control. Following the steps he first tries to feel his ki, which in all honesty was fairly simple. He was already subconsciously controlling his ki into his sharingan, actively giving him a understanding on what was happening in body.
The next step was to bring it out in front of you. The anime was vague on how to do that, but with a manual directly in your head, the process is fairly simple. First push a small amount of ki through your hands, making sure to keep the output stable. Second shape the ki a form you can maintain, usually a sphere for beginners. Third adjust the amount of ki until the form stabilizes.
Closing his eyes Deon begins to concentrate on feeling his ki. The pulse of energy in his body becoming clearer to his senses. Deon begins moving his ki, at first a one to one creation of the ki manual, but all of the different styles and techniques in his head begin to change.
His subconscious had begun adapting the information he possessed, removing the useless and redundant parts of techniques. Any techniques that didn't suit him or was unnecessary was pushed to the side, and complementary techniques were combined and it some cases inmpoved.
He begins to use his makeshift technique, drawing the energy from his body to his to hands. A small light ball forms in his hand, a bright yellow color.
The Ancient One's expression remains the same but behind her eyes is glow that betrays her emotions.
Being carful not to break concentration in excitement, he slowly releases the energy. knowing that while this energy was weak,any normal person hit with it would probably be crippled.
Deon opened his eyes to find mark and Wong talking to each other, mark sometimes swinging his arm in a circle.
"Did you enjoy your nap?" The Ancient One asked with a bemused expression.
"How long was I like that?" Deon asks ignoring her sarcastic tone.
"2 hours 36 minutes."
"It felt like seconds."
"Good meditation usually does."
"How long has he been at it?" Turing his attention to mark. "He's swinging his arm way to hard, Wong looks like he's about to have an aneurysm."
"That's just how he looks normally." A voice sound behind him.
"Kaecilius thank you for joining us." The Ancient One introduced the man, "this is Kaecilius one of my other students, and the one who will be watching you."
"What about Wong? Isn't he supposed to be training me?"
"Kid," Kaecilius speaks to Deon. "From what I hear, you held a 2 and a half hour meditation first try, no preparation. That doesn't just make you talented, that makes you a monster."
"I am not a monster."
"There are fully fledged sorcerers who can barley meditate with an audience, you did it and didn't notice the passage of time." Kaecilius scoffed, "sorcerers train for years to be aware of their surroundings during meditation. You are vulnerable if improperly trained, I'm here for your protection."
"Protection or restriction?" Deon asked facing the Ancient One.
"I did it!" Yells Mark before jumping up and accidentally slamming himself in to the ceiling. Rubbing his now sore head and falling to the ground, "Viltrumite DNA kicked in," standing up he slowly begins to ascend.
"Wong what did you do?" Kaecilius accused.
"Absolutely nothing, kids doing that on his own." Wong replied not even giving him a glance.
"That's not fair!" Deon says before searching his Mind for the fight technique. Closing his eyes he begins to go thru the steps.
[Yao pov]
Watching my two apprentices argue about one flying boy wasn't enough, the second one seem to think that him flying without him was unfair. Such is life young one, there are som-
Just what is that energy? First he falls into meditation just to control it, now its boiling over ready to explode. I might have to render him unconscious so he doesn't hurt himself.
[3rd person pov]
"Hmmm?" Yao says aloud gaining the attention of he disciples.
Deon ki fully emits from his body, the fiery whit mist coating his body. His eyes open the single tomoe of his sharingan slowly spinning. Carefully controlling his ki he ascends in the air. Mark, noticing movement, looks at Deon who now looks quite formidable
"Hey mark, wanna spar?"