Five years ago in the city of Baobab.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
With the sun hanging high in the sky, the young martial artists attacked punching bags inside a well-lit dojo with sweat glistening on their faces.
The sensei watched closely with a sharp gaze and occasionally smacked his students with a bamboo stick to correct their form.
"Wrong! Twist your waist more! Widen your stance! Focus your energy on the tip of the punch!"
At that moment, everyone heard disturbing noises coming from the back of the dojo, which distracted them from their training.
The sensei's eyebrow immediately twitched as he realized who it was.
"Hiyaaah!"
A young Roy leaped off the ground and kicked the punching bag right in the center, causing it to swing mildly back and forth.
"Yeah, what can you do about it? Yeah, I just kicked you, and there is nothing you can do!"
Roy licked his upper lip and then sidekicked the punching bag. It swung slightly to the right.
