Chap 20 TURBO

"Hhwwwaaaaahhhh "

I let out a yawn as I stretched my body.

Nothing beats the view of the open ocean after a good night's sleep while peeing off a small cliff.

Looking back, this past year had been very fruitful for me. I had grown tremendously in all aspects. Fighting, cooking, gardening, carpentry, hunting over all surviving I would say.

My states were coming up nicely. They were looking like

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Name: Desmond.D.Darkh

Sex: male

Age: 17

Stats:

int--8

str--88

agi--92

vit--83(×4)

dex--83

df---NA

Skills:

1.One-inch punch--mastery--7%

2.Thousand years of death--learnt--77%

3.Superflex explosion--learnt--15%

4.Cross chop--learnt--mastery--5%

5.Soru--learnt--4%

6.Geppo--learning--40%

7.Tekkai --learning--62%

8.Rankyaku-- learning-54-%

9.Shigan --learnt--92%

10.Kamie--learning--87%

Gifts:--

gift1-- Top healing factor

gift2-- High luck

gift3-- Gift of 'D'

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Learning the six skills was no joke . This last year I really developed some kind of quit respect for Rob Lucci. First all my muscles in the right places would need to form and shape accordingly. Then they had to strengthen to an inhuman amount for me to be able to execute these moves.

In this year it was safe to say I had used shigan the most for its long range variation of tobu shigan and its usefulness in close quarters too. All the other skills were really hard to train but I knew I would at least get them to learnt stage before another year passed.

On the plus side I had mastered the one-inch-punch and cross-chop. They really stopped developing like at all, when they got to that level. It looks like they won't develop if I don't fight against some strong opponents which I am planning to do soon.

After a while as I was scratching my head thinking of what to start the day of with, that's when I heard

"vroooOOOOOOOoomm"

A sound like a race car just passed by at the distance.

I stood up staring at the place the sound just came from in contemplation

"should I, should I not, should I, should I not, eeeh what the hell let's check it out"

After running for about two minutes that's when I first caught sight of its tracks. A small track left by the tyre of a car with a single wheel. A tyre which and I couldn't stress this enough at most of 3 CENTI meters wide.

"What in the name of--"

That's when it entered my sight.

A snail. Or should I say den den mushi

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Eating a leaf from it's middle hanging the leaf around it's neck like a garland giving me a dry look. A snail from which clearly the tracks of tire came from. As I was looking at it like my soul left my body it opened its mouth and said

"why don't take a picture. It will last longer."

"hah, cou...coughh... Hah"

Was my I intelligent reply .

Regaining my bearings I once again tried to speak

"who are you?"

"who's asking?"

"I am sorry, you are right. Where are my manners. My name is Desmond. Who might you be my good sir"

Note the hint of sarcasm in my voice

It looked at me intensely for about 10 seconds and

"a'ight... ...seeing as you asked so politely ,my name is turbo bro and I am the definition of fast. U better believe it "

and then it suddenly revved its engine which was its shell-which glowed and suddenly skidded from where it was to my legs up my body up to my shoulder and looked at me from my shoulder like it was the most natural thing to do. I got ta say folks that was about the most badass looking thing I thought a snail could do.

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And that's how the first crewmate of my crew and I met for the first time.