The morning sun hit different — like it was trying to warn Storm "Yo… good luck, lil bro.
Storm jogged to Mentor's training yard, still half-asleep, yawning like a lion who stayed up playing video games.
He found Mentor already stretching like he was about to fight God.
Teen Storm: Morning… old man.
Mentor: Call me old again and you gon' be training from a wheelchair.
Storm chuckled, dropped his bag, and cracked his neck.
Teen Storm: So what's the plan today?
Mentor: Pain.
Teen Storm: …excuse me?
Mentor: Pain builds character. And you need a LOT of character.
PHASE 1: STRENGTH TRAINING
Mentor slammed his foot on the ground and raised a massive boulder out of the earth.
Storm stared.
Teen Storm: …Why is that thing bigger than my future? And since from when are you an earth wielder
Mentor: If your lucky your born with two but Earth is my pussy side. Pick it up.
Teen Storm: You being for real..
Mentor: PICK IT UP
Storm tried.
He failed.
He tried again.
He failed harder.
Teen Storm: I don't think this is possible man
Mentor: C'mon kid. Use your legs. You're lifting it like you're scared it'll bite you.
Storm grunted, positioned his arms, and tried lifting it — arms shaking like WiFi on a rainy day.
Mentor: We dont move on until you lift this pebble up
Teen Storm: pfft pebble, your ball is the size of a pebble this shit is as massive as my studen loan
Mentor: Stop exaggerating and lift this shit
Storm tries to lift it again for countless times wasting the whole morning trying to lift bolder.
Mentor: Maybe try doing it from a different point of view instead
Teen Storm: And how in fucking tarnation is that supposed to help
Mentor: lemme try that again in your language. Lock the fuck in were losing daylight
Storm then closed his channeling his electricity to his hands and legs waited to find the perfect grip and when he felt an opening and bam he lifted it
Teen Storm: I'm… doing...it.
Mentor: Good. Hold it.
Teen Storm: Im not doing it im not doing it
Storm held it for 2 seconds before dropping it with a loud THUD.
Mentor: C'mon Man what's wrong with you!?
1. Teen Storm: You tryna train me or send me to the ancestors?!
Mentor: Both.
Storm glared.
Mentor shrugged.
Mentor: You wanted to enter a universal tournament. You think other universes are raising kittens?
PHASE 2: ENDURANCE — DODGE OR DIE
Mentor raised his hand and three stone hands sprouted from the ground.
Mentor: These are gonna try to grab you.
Teen Storm: Why?
Mentor: Are you forgetting why your here.
Storm sighed as the stone hands shot toward him — fast.
He dodged left, flipped back, slid across the dirt, then jumped over one that tried grabbing his ankle.
Teen Storm: Bro they got auto-aim!
Mentor: Then get Ultra Instinct.
Storm kept moving, getting faster, lighter, cleaner.
He used Phantom Dash to switch positions, confusing the stone hands. He even managed to run across one and kick another.
Mentor nodded.
Mentor: Good. You're learning to think mid-fight.
Teen Storm: Or I'm learning to survive child abuse.
PHASE 3: PRECISION
Mentor snapped.
Five stones lifted into the air and shot toward Storm like bullets.
Storm ducked one, swayed past another, slapped the third, but the fourth clipped him right on the cheek.
Storm froze.
Mentor paused too.
Storm touched his cheek — a small wound was created
Teen Storm: …Damn. Wasnt fast enough.
Mentor: It suits you.Not everyone gets a mark that suits them.
Teen Storm: A scar suits me really
Mentor: let's call it a night before you lose your balls next
Teen Storm: sure...
SECRET TRAINING — STORM'S NEXT MOVE
After Mentor left to go buy some bread that doesn't exist, Storm stayed behind.
He stood alone in the middle of the field, breathing hard, replaying every second of training.
Teen Storm (thinking): I gotta make something new… something that's MINE.
He clenched his fist, lightning flickering lightly around his forearm.
He dashed forward, dragging his foot to generate friction. Sparks scattered behind him.
He twisted his body, jumping up, channeling everything into a downward strike.
When he hit the ground—
BOOOOM!
Not a huge blast.
Not unstable.
But tight. Controlled. Fast.
Like a lightning bolt wrapped into a punch.
Storm smirked.
Teen Storm: Yeah… I'm calling that one Thunder Drop.
He left early forgetting to wait for the mentor.
Storm had a smirk on his face a smirk that he will prosper in whatever mentor had for him the next day