One who is to be born must shatter one world.
The phrase left by a great writer long ago held true across all times and places, East and West. To birth something, one must endure the accompanying pain. Just as a bird breaks its egg and a butterfly tears out of its chrysalis.
But what if.
The existence I must shatter is a monster capable of smashing the world single-handedly.
Boom-!
With an explosion, my vision flips. No, the sensation of the entire world inverting centered on me.
Holy Kingdom grappling, moon flip.
It was a technique I too had used several times. But the skill of the man who could be called its original was beyond imagination.
The earth was crumbling entirely.
The fact that the ground, which should be the solid foundation of all things, could collapse so easily caused a momentary cognitive dissonance. My thrown body not only dug into the earth but reached another boundary.
Power on the level of truly plowing through one world.
Soon, rupture sound, fall, blackout.
I repeated the process for the umpteenth time and staggered to my feet. Before I knew it, there was no sensation in my hands and feet. My vision was blurry, and my thoughts wouldn’t turn.
Cough, spitting out blood finally cleared my mind a bit.
“How many times have I died?”
Through the thick dust, the sound of trudging footsteps pounds on my eardrums.
Grit, I clench my teeth and prop myself on the ground. But even in the unconscious, I…