'Just three more minutes remaining, I can do this!' Apollo thought as he shifted back and took a fighting stance.
Unlike most kids his age, Apollo never had the best of childhoods. Being the black sheep and the one with the weakest talent in a family that valued strength, he was constantly mocked and bullied by his brothers.
"Tsk, you're a disgrace, to think you cannot even transform into your beast form. The ancestors must be crying in their grave."
"You're not my son; go ask your useless mother who is your real father! Because no son of mine could be this worthless!" A man with features not even Apollo had seen before vehemently spat out to a 10-year-old.
That ten-year-old was Apollo. Every kid by age five in the clan was able to control their beast transformation. They could destroy walls with a punch, haul a car easily with a simple flick, and carry things ten times their weight. All thanks to the unique beast transformation that ran through their bloodline.
