"Check" he said, a smirk slightly pulling at the edges of his face.
Standing up, the young man inspects his kill.
"You were a worthy opponent Bacon Bag, but I win this time" he exclaimed, standing proudly at the sight of the body.
"Now, where was I?" he muttered thoughtfully, hand caressing his chin in mental effort.
Holding his chin seemingly in deep thought, searching for the train of thought.
"Ahh right, this thing" he said in recognition after seeing the unmarked book on his hip.
Grabbing the book from his side and inspecting it while holding it between his thumb and index finger.
"Now what the hell are you?" he asked the inanimate book in his hands.
Opening the book and feeling every individual page, smelling it and even tasting one page, he came up with the same answer common sense would have handed him.
"It's... just a book, a blank book it seems, but a book nonetheless...hmm" holding his chin he tries to think of something. As he thinks, the air around him seems to become hazy as if he's body is on fire, his cheeks redden and his head seems to produce steam as he goes further into thought.
"Ahh HAH!" He shouts in triumph "It's a MAGIC BOOK! Now all I have to do to read it is...use magic...I didn't think that far ahead" he muttered in a defeated tone.
"Well, guess I might as well try." straightening his back and taking in a deep breath, he brings out his hands out and shouts the words of power.
"ABRAKADABRA!" The young man shouts in attempt to gather up whatever magical power his ancestors have left for him.
It fails.
"I don't know what I was attempting there, now I just feel stupid." he said with disappointment.
"'its a Fucking grimoire dumbass!"'
"Wha..who the hell is this?" he asked, slightly confused at the disembodied voice.
"Well besides the fact I might be going insane and currently hearing Voices...It does bring up a good point." Nodding his head in understanding, the disembodied voice does indeed bring up a good point.
"A grimoire huh...well then that solves it. what does a grimoire do again? whatever enough of this mumbo jumbo thinking, time to cast some magic!" he excitedly grabs the grimoire and does a pose with his right arm out In front of him, his left arm holding the grimoire open by the bottom middle of the book, and his legs equally spaced out.
With a firm look he shouts.
"FIRE BALL!!"
…
A random tumble weed tumbles across from him.
Reluctantly the young man speaks.
"Water ball!"
*Whoosh*
Wind blows across him quite lightly.
now looking solidly deflated, he speaks disheartened.
"Ugh...air ball?"
Nothing even happens now.
"'damn, even this is pathetic for me'"
"I'm trying." he said, on the verge of throwing a hissy fit.
"'tsk, here's 0.0000000539% of my power you pathetic loser™'"
"Heyyy, I'm tryinggg, also what the hell?" he whined, showing a striking resemblance to an eight year old girl in the first half.
"Well besides the fact one of the voices gave me a percentage of its power, might as well use it's generously given power, now for part two of my magical power showcase of destruction." He said, as if he didn't look like he's absolutely tripping balls.
clearing his throat, he shouts with a reignited spirit.
"WIND BALL!" he feels an invigorating sense of power rushing through his veins, as if a lightning bolt of compressed air passes from his heart, something new, to something between his nervous system and his cardiovascular system, It then reaches his arm, and then finally it exits through his right hand.
WOOOSH! BANG!
"WOO, holy shit, I did that, i-i did THAT, haha...HAaaha...AHaHaahahAHAAHAHAH,
I fucking did that, I'm a damn WIZARD!!!"
The young man is maniacal laughing to himself, definitely tripping balls this time.
The object that the wind ball hit is...well not unaffected, it did clean a bit of dust off it's surface.
"'oh my, this guy is more pathetic then I thought he was?'" the disembodied voice said, slightly concerned.
------------------five minutes later-------------------
Finally calming down after his episode of mania, the young man check's the damage the spell did.
"It did nothing... infact I think it did worse then nothing, it cleaned it" he said, not really bothered.
"Well, obviously I need to get stronger if I want to... Not get mauled by a mildly alcoholic squirrel." he noted to himself determination laced with excitement and curiosity.
The young man flips open the grimoire and check's again for any possible change.
"Nothing here...oh wait no it's flipped, AH HUA, there it is, it's first words"
he remarked, after inspecting the item quite professionally.
[One For All:
Spell description: a passive ability to stockpile power trough the generations.
Every actions energy is stored and stockpiled further enhancing the power One For All can output.
Active ability: use One For All's stockpiled energy to enhance yourself and your attacks, give either a multipler to yourself or enhance attacks equal to the amount of energy stockpiled in One For All.]
After another session of maniacal laughter the young man gets up.
"Sweet, this sounds very cool!" he says with a friendly smile.
He looks to the revolted one, the tree that survived his mammoth attack of extraordinary lengths (his own words) and brings out his most serious face so far and declares.
"It's time for some preparations." he said, as serious as a murderer ready for his murder plan.
getting closer to the tree, he starts stretching his right shoulder in preparation to abolish this revolution against his will.
He straightens his form and says.
"One For All, PUNCH!!" He twists his body in motion with power and strikes the bark with his fist.
Woosh BANG!
"Ouchi, what hell was that, I thought your supposed to say the spells name and swing?" he promptly pulls out the grimoire and reads it with his index tracing the words carefully so as to not miss a detail.
he smacks his head and says.
"Dumbass, I haven't stockpiled any energy yet, well anyways attempt number two or three or whatever, here we go." he spoke, confused with his level of stupidity.
He takes his fist back, and with a mighty yell he shouts.
"One For All, PUNCH!" With No visible indication that One For All did anything he punches the tree, this time actually doing damage to the bark, leaving a dent.
WOOSH! BANG!
"That shit still hurt, oi, I think I did something?"
he noted, not fully convinced.
Inspecting it the young man seems actually impressed.
"Damn I did do something." The young man then strikes a pose and says.
"I can already feel it, the power coming inside of me." The young man says proudly, as he cups his bicep and flexes it.
looking at the tree trunk, he says.
"I've got meat, check, I hear the river flowing half a kilometer away, check, and a cool ass power to train, check." he says as his smile grows bigger and bigger as he continuously lists of the stuff.
placing his hands on his hips, looks up and speaks.
"It's time for a SUPER Hero training montage! qué the music mysterious voices of unknown origin." he announces as he gets ready to train for the unforeseen future.
I need a hero.
The young man starts punching the tree, one punch after another, each blow dealing more damage then the last.
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
before long the tree takes it's last blow before being reduced to timbers.
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.
he tests out his new found strength on the surrounding innocent trees
and absolutely annihilating them.
I need a hero
he gets in a running start, his legs ready to explode at the seams with tension.
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
kicking of the ground and dashing at speeds no human should be able to achieve, he dash's towards a tree and dropkicks it in half.
Smash!
Standing atop the remains of a once mighty tree, and slightly tired, he descends down and hears his stomach roaring.
Now eating the corpse of the once meaty Hog, the young man looks at the night sky, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity to it, deciding its a problem of the later him, he finishes his food and goes to sleep.
Repeating this routine for another six days the young man starts preparation for an adventure of a life time.
"Six gallons of water, check, enough Hog meat to last me a week, check, and finally last but not least, super hero montage trained power.
"Check."