The Graduation Of A Former Loser

35 hours had passed.

Were it not for the bright moon in the night sky, they would have lost their way in thought within this dusky forest glade. Moon shone and glimmered faintly so soothing ever more. The celestial satellite spectated the hard working individual who basked in its light. Foel rested as she leaned against a tree, tranced by the dance that her husband made.

With just her peripheral memory of what she saw through her wife's rhythm, MF lowered her hip with her right legs protruding forward as the other leg bent to support her weight. Two palms forward stacked upon each other, she closed her eyes to feel the curious energy.

First movement: Lancet Stance. By lowering the overall pose nearer the ground, she was able to flow her blood to think rationally, She could also strike immediately but this whole fighting possibilities things won't matter in real battle. MF was searching for its symbols of act. This stance represented the 'Calmness' for her law's first-phase verse.

Just like calligraphy, the smallest details matter, and the 'movements' were the strokes within an art, a key within a music sheet. MF needed to combine the symbols of her movement to create a harmony.

Second movement: Tidal Knuckle. She pulled her whole body using the protruding leg forward and paused when her upper body got to the position where her right foot sole once was, smashing her right knuckle into her imaginary opponent's neck. This attack represented 'Murderous Intent'.

Third movement: Hidden Rigid Kick. By pivoting the same leg she protruded on the first stance, she did a reverse roundhouse with her left leg using every speed and momentum she could muster. This kick represented the 'Center Momentum'.

The finishing movement: Ballbuster. This powerful move was the fruit of three speedy motions. The left leg on the air was retracted while simultaneously shifting the upper body momentum in gyrating motion to build up the force for rushing into the enemies unbalanced state made by the Hidden Rigid Kick, and shifted all the momentum to punch at the groin height of that imaginary adversary. This ballbusting action represented the 'Rebellion'.

The speed and the shockwave that blasted the air into ripples was so tremoring that it would be devastating to knock any humanoid enemies with this coochie punch. Foel who saw the sequence immediately shoved both of her hands to protect her crotch as the pain could be felt from meters away.

Although MF could still sequenced more 'movement' for her first-phase verse, she stopped and breathed, referencing the trait of Rigid Shadow Without Mist.

Theoretically, all she needed to create her own physical law are a verse sequence, the driving force, mental motivation, and inner enlightenment. While the other requirements were dependent on its user means of creating the said law, the inner enlightenment will be given as soon as the harmony of the verse—together with the subconscious energy were fully formed.

The Harmony resonated. Calmness, Murderous Intent, Center Momentum, and Rebellion were formed within MF's soul or consciousness strings. Wafting gale of petals upon the land, the mighty blow that will reach heaven, the stillness of hidden force within the belief, and a tormenting desire to inflict great pain to subdue.

The four movements formed four symbols that were connected to each other, and then nature gave its energy to form a pill that sheltered the resonance.

MF was enlightened.

By taking the path of calm petals, her body was imbued by a nourishing energy that lightened the load of physical burden on MF's physique. The tungsten muscle was now as heavy as normal human muscle but still with the mass and kinetic force as the heavy steel.

By taking the path of iron might, her tungsten muscle was reinforced, a mere sword and arrow will no longer pierce her skin yet her exterior was still fair and soft.

By taking the path of the shadow, she will become invisible, hidden by the shadow when the desire to flee or to be unseen reach certain height.

And lastly, by taking the path of unrighteousness, which was depicted by the ballbuster movement in her last sequence, MF gave off an aura that will amplify the feeling of anarchy within one's mind.

Combining three physical cultivation laws into one and adding her own flavor—a rude one. It was official that she had already become a cultivator, or Usurper. Of course, this was a self made law, which means she would likely have to meet numerous unknowns and dangerous hurdles that nobody ever thread upon those before.

Overshadowed Rebellion symbols pill acquired.

'M-my, very first true success.'

Since the beginning, she still believed that her unorthodox path of modifying her genes was deemed as vile heresy from the true path, before acknowledging the power to tamper with her physique, and then turning it be her identity. With every feeling of greatness, tears dropped from the edge of her melancholy eyes.

It was unknown to her, the pent up emotion that she had rejected many, many times, was now coming back all at the same time.

'I made it, I'm a cultivator now. After many years of research, I've finally made it.'

The droplets soon succumbed to the overflowing waterfall. Her lips trembled, trying to contain the sour and sweet on her tongue. The silent wail became sobbing. With the natural blessings, on the palm of her hands, she tried to wipe the tears to no avail.

From behind, Foel hugged the hardworking person. This is the first time for the tanomobi to see her husband's mask was ever so broken, so fragile yet so strong. Foel could feel the fake-devil's emotion, the emotion of those who finally reached their dreams.

"Hueweeh, hikhs."

"There, there." Foel although her stature could only reach MF's shoulder, she pressed her feeling tight to squeeze out the painful past where MF was lonely, the failure, the act of never giving up even after years of trials.

MF stern character and devious train of thoughts that was trained for over the past hundreds years have finally made its first molding. Her imaginary mask that kept her strong had paid off, it fell into the ground, dispersing into the moonlight. Probably, this would be the only time she was so free and happy, she let her emotion and feeling flow unfiltered for the first time.

The defected hyaenidae embraced the warmth her cute wife gave her, looking at the moon so in denial, that she had succeeded. She forced her sunken eyes that ever wanted to close itself to face the reality she created for herself. Clenching her teeth, she stuttered, "I-I tried so hard, I-I have nobody, I-I thought I was the loser. E-everything was always opposing me, hikhs, I almost w-wanted, to kill myself back then, I-I want to be strong. Huewee, huue, ugh. W-world was, so, so, so uwnfair, hueaee."

"You have me now, you're the one who said it, right? I'm your partner, your wife. You're not alone anymore."

"B-but, I f-forced you."

Foel knew her life better than anyone else, her thirst for power broke her back then, the depression that led her justice unrepairable because she was alone. Foel was the one who wanted to said her gratitude the most. Only at this moment, MF's new aura that amplified the feeling of anarchy had affected Foel to revolt her own pride and do what she must do.

"Hush—Everything will be fine."

"I-I'm not alone?"

"You aren't. Truly, thank you for working hard."