The New Dragon

Now the second visit to the past was about to happen. Shiru knew where his father would want him to go to regroup and be ready for things. His father would want him to go back to the place where it all started. Shiru’s father would want him to take a trip back home; he would want him to see what has become of it. Shiru was nervous as he went to meet his father, but the fact of the matter was he had to face his fears. This time it was about all the gold, it was about the most prestigious prize in the industry. This was bout the salute to everything that Shiru had become in his quest to become the greatest. But really? Was it about the greatest this time? No. This whole experience was about finding himself and then would come the strength to be a great warrior and a great champion. All of these things would be rolled up in the fold. The old Shiru Vanchiez, as you heard was noble, but there was a reason for why he became cold hearted. If you didn’t see it before, the mainland of China turned against the Vanchiez family. They figured them to be a disgrace after all of their hard work to the country was seemed to be fraud. One man destroyed the heritage, and that was Ryo’s arch enemy Kiro Yamada. This man was very jealous of the Vanchiez family, and destroyed the reputation of all of them. This, in turn, caused the death of Shiru’s father when he was shot down by an angry Chinese store owner. That’s right, a great warrior was killed at the helm of a gun, and the rest of the family fled to different ends of the world. Shiru and Karu were the ones that ended up in America. Shiru’s heart turned cold at the evil deeds of the Chinese people. Shiru saw them as the vilest people on earth. Ryo, however, upheld the honor of his people in the meeting of spirits with his son. Shiru knew at this moment his eyes had to be opened, as it was time to restore the dignity to the Vanchiez name. This was his goal as he returned home, but it also was something inside that triggered this visit. He was ready to achieve the greatness of the crest in the Chinese warrior. Would anything stop Shiru from doing his deed? Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn’t. But Shiru had a vision, and he was going to carry out the images he had in his head. Part two, ladies and gentlemen; Shiru visits his past in the return to his home. You have learned the past of Shiru’s father, now it is time to learn about where the whole era of the warrior began.

The whole earth seemed to be covered with trees, as we are directed to a spot just out of Hong Kong. The place was lit up with the sun, and was very different from the grave site. Nature seemed to be representing the feeling of light in the darkness on this day. The limo turned right, as it started to make a journey down a big stretch of gravel road. The gravels were popping beneath the tires of the limo for what seemed like miles. After a few minutes of the camera panning around to nature, the car pulled up in what was a dirt driveway. Coming to a stop, the door opened once more as Shiru stepped out of the limo and was very slow to look up at the surroundings. When he did he took a deep breath, he couldn’t believe the house was still standing. The place looked like it has been falling apart for years. No broken windows, nothing was damaged everything was in the exact same spots. A punching bag hung from a huge branch in the tree, a swing set was over on the other side of the house made out of wood, and some of the other old handmade objects where in the yard. Shiru was very slow he stepped his way from inside the car door and closed it with a thud. Making his way around the fence that was around the house, he observed it as it seemed to be falling down at times. The wood had become rotten, but the gate was still there right in the middle of the plain. The backyard had at least ten acres, the place was huge. Shiru opened the gate as it made some awful cracking noises, stepping through the gate he slowly shut it back. Shiru felt like he was home again, he felt the same thing he felt when he left. The feeling of comfort within his stomach set in. Shiru welcomed it, for he had not experienced this feeling in a very long time. Shiru walked across the yard before stopping, he slowly was able to bring himself to speak.

Shiru Vanchiez:
Incredible, after all of these years it is still the exact same way we left it. I guess father wanted me to see some things don’t change.

Shiru walked across the yard and stopped in a dirt spot in all of the grass that surrounded the area. He shook his head as he had a flashback of all the times his father would have him train in this very spot. He shook his head slowly, as he looked down.

Shiru Vanchiez:
The spot as still not grown over, this is mind boggling. I trained for days and days in this spot father, you beat me sometimes to where I couldn’t walk. Only goes to show how tough it was for us to become what we are today. Karu and I shall never forget this moment. I know that I am not to forget the place where my journey in this life started father. I wonder if Axl and Adrain had this kind of training.

He slowly walked away from the dirt spot and over to a well that was in the ground. It stretched down into the ground for yards. Shiru had another flashback of all the times the times he and his brother Karu would have to bucket the water and run it full speed back to their father. Shiru would remember how tired he would get every time he would make them do it to train the muscles in their legs.

Shiru Vanchiez:
Kicking power, that has what has revolutionized me in the wrestling business. I give all the credit to this training method father, I know that I would have never got anywhere in my quest without this. You would make us do this for hours until we couldn’t even stand. I grew a respect for you that no other fool on this earth could fathom. Both men I am facing may have had rough training methods in which they were pushing their bodies. But you always made me feel the pain and completely channel it out of my being. Not many others have been able to push me to the point of no end like you had; even when I wasn’t in combat I knew this was my toughest test. My career was made here and I suppose that I will always cherish it even in my older ages. I shall make sure I keep this in my spirit as you strengthen me to win this contest.

Shiru now made his way down the hill behind the house and into the backyard of his home. Shiru crossed his arms, as he closed his eyes letting the wind hit him in the face. The breeze was always so cool and strong in this particular area. He remembered it like it was even now, and every day thing to feel this and cool off from a hard days work.

Shiru Vanchiez:
Hours and hours would be spent in this back yard trying to perfect my techniques. I would be taught everything you could think of, submission, striking, all of it was back here father. I respect everything that I had to roll around in the grass to achieve, for it has carried this warrior a long way. Axl and Adrian I’m sure have long and hard pasts. But I agree with your judgment, they shall never share the same thing that I shared and that was a bond with my own skills. Not to mention a bond with the teacher, and a genuine respect for my own abilities. I shall keep listening father, I am feeling the comfort of this home, show me where to go next. I want to remember everything father, I shall not be an arrogant fool going into this battle of the war.

Shiru just had something click inside of him as he walked up the hill yet again; pushing with his legs he put his foot with a thud on the stone step. Shiru slowly made his way up the steps and onto the porch; taking in a deep breath he just examined the house from the outside.

Shiru Vanchiez:
Nothing has changed one bit from the last time that we stepped onto this porch, the hip in the wood from my fist when I got angry. I threw my first temper tantrum on this porch. I first felt the feeling on anger on this porch. It is crazy how ones man’s rage can make him an unstoppable force when used correctly. The adrenaline is enough to cause you to punch through a wall at times. Do Adrain and Axl have this primal rage inside of the Father? I didn’t think so. They are unwilling to tap into the hidden power that you are, you are now me Father. And to think the chip in this wall was because you wanted me to stay inside when I was sick and not train. You certainly raised your sons well, we have both learned from your teachings; it is nice to have you back.

Shiru walked on around the porch, and there was the tough part, entering the house that had sheltered him for years while he was a younger boy. He wondered if anything had changed from the last time, though he wasn’t sure he was about to find out. Shiru quickly got nervous as he stepped into the door, placing his right hand on the doorknob, and pushing it as it was cracking open. The lights were blown, and the light of the day was enough to just brighten up the inside of the house. Dust and cobwebs filled the room but Shiru was astonished once more. Everything that the family had left when they fled for America and all corners of the world was still there. You would think the government would have had the house tore completely down. Something told Shiru besides the Spirit of his father, a little secret.

Shiru Vanchiez:
I suppose they had a little respect for us after all. They haven’t touched a thing in this house, and most of all they haven’t done one speck of damage to the entire foundation. It looks as if the Chinese people are respecting what we left behind in an attempt to establish a sorrowful effect that they were wrong. It is great to see this place still one piece, very pleasing. I dare say that Adrian and Axl would completely degrade my entire heritage. I should hope they have more respect than that, for they too should understand the likes of history. The dust is strong, but the power is still here.

Shiru looked over into the middle of the room, where a rocking chair sat. A few other old wooden chairs and furniture was in the living room. There were some old toys on the floor of the room that Shiru hadn’t seen or touched since he left. But they were still in the exact positions that he left them, along with his younger brother Karu’s ball on a string. Shiru looked at the rocking chair and began to have a flashback of the way he would rock in that chair and even sleep sometimes. Not to mention watch his young sons play, and do their splits in the middle of the floor.

Shiru Vanchiez:
A strong sense of culture lies inside this home, not to mention the very delicate past and memories of this place is incredible. I know that I have a lot of ground to cover but this is just overwhelming. I remember father, sitting over in that chair and talking to me about how one day I would become whatever I wanted. The simple father and son talks were what propelled me to become what I am on this very day. My mind is clear yet it is full of things I need to remember to win this contest and go onto the final battle of my journey. I will remember all of it father, for Axl and Adrain should be focused on one thing and that is how to stop me. I know with your spirit, and your teachings, I shall not have anyone come close to my true warrior will.

Shiru was slow to walk towards the kitchen, after walking inside of it he had memories of sitting at the huge table and eating with the whole family. These moments where something that had left him, it was something he couldn’t fathom. Shiru stooped as he came to a dark woodened stairwell. Shiru looked up it and made sure the boards were sturdy enough to hold him.

Shiru Vanchiez:
It is like climbing to the top of a temple.

Shiru began to walk up the steps looking up them with his eyes narrowed he took step after step. Shiru knew that when he got up here everything that he had forgotten was to come back to him. He was ready, for his father wanted him to climb up to the top of the steps and see exactly what had become of his childhood. He was ready, and it was time that he became a true warrior and a man within himself, soon he placed both feet at the hallway when he was on the top step.

Shiru Vanchiez:
You never know what treasure you will find.

Shiru slowly made his way down the long hallway, as he stopped to peak into the rooms of the palace, or so it seemed to him. Everything was starting to overwhelm him but he didn’t show it. He was intent on keeping his composure throughout the visit, until he came to his room. Slowly he stopped, the door was cracked, and he pushed it open and carefully stepped inside of it. His bed was made, his desk had his stories and what he had learned covered in dust, all over them. He walked over to the desk slowly moving the papers looking and reading all of the stories.

Shiru Vanchiez:
Dad made me climb trees today without the help out my legs, he said it would build up my arms but instead it only made me tired as I fell to the ground. Time and Time again I would fell, but he encouraged me and for him I made it more than half way. Yes, father. And one day I eventually made it to the top of that huge oak tree, I did it with will, I did it with your following. Could people like Ax and Adrian have this kind of backing, I would not like to think so. I know as I stand here that I shall be the victor, but yet I remember, every little detail is beginning to come back to me. Even my failures as a little boy are beginning to power me.

Shiru didn’t leave these things as he folded the stories up, and placed them into his pocket, it was a wonder that people haven’t trashed the place and stolen everything. But I guess destiny had left these things here for Shiru to find, and for him to cherish later on in his years as he was telling his son about his future. Shiru turned as he made one last glance of the room and walked out. Pulling the door to the exact point it was at before. Shiru slowly made his way down the hallway, getting to his fathers room at the end. His body was as tense as he placed his hand on the door; his fingerprints penetrated the dust to leave prints. The door creaked open as his father’s room was the exact same way, the closet door stood wide open. The bed was torn down just a bit, and everything was hung up inside his room, pictures and all. Shiru was not to disturb his fathers keeping as a child, but he knew he sent him here for a reason.

Shiru Vanchiez:
I hope you are sleeping well father, for I do not mean to disturb you, I know that your spirit is still within this room and it still gets up and walks these hallways every day. But I know you called me here for a reason, and I shall claim it. Axl and Adrian will have a flash from the past as they stand inside the ring with me. What do you want me to see father, what are you wanting me to find. I know that I am going to find it very soon; you will lead me to it. Neither Axl nor Adrian have this kind of bond, show me father.

Shiru closed his eyes as his instincts lead him to his knees, suddenly he had two hands under the bed and it was wrapped around a box. He pulled the box out from the wooden floor, it was a chest. Shiru narrowed his eyes when he opened them and he found the key right beside it. Shiru opened the box with the key to find tons and tons of pictures, his father’s old karate achievements and patches. Shiru picked up the box after locking it back, he knocked the dust off the best he could with an old rag and slid it under his arm. The box has a carving of a dragon in the wood.

Shiru Vanchiez:
You aren’t finished father. What else is there, show me it all.

Shiru shut his eyes again as he moved towards the closet door, and in went his hand, he slowly had the feeling of plastic against his hands. He opened his eyes and they suddenly got wide, there was his father’s legendary jacket. This one had everything on it, from patch to patch. Tiny medals of Honor and stars covered it up. Shiru pulled it out on the clothes hanger and draped it over his shoulder slowly. Shiru slowly but surely made his way back over to the door moving out of it. He used his foot to bring the door back with him.

Shiru Vanchiez:
I think I just found my treasure, consider it kept.

Shiru slowly made his way back down the hallway, stepping down the stairs slowly he looked around and smirked as he made his way back through the kitchen and to the main door. Shiru turned his head around and looked one more time at the place; he nodded to it paying it respect. Shiru walked back outside, and shut the door behind him with the hand he was holding the jacket with. He made his way back down the steps and to the gate; the driver was already standing on the outside of the car.

Driver:
Finally sir, I was becoming worried of you, that house is falling apart. What is that you are carrying?

Shiru Vanchiez:
History, and heritage.

The Driver nodded his head a she knew about Shiru’s past as a child. Shiru stood at the door and the driver walked around opening the door for him. Carefully placing the belongings in the car, he waited for Shiru’s next order. Shiru nodded to the driver and went to get inside the vehicle.

Shiru Vanchiez:
We shall make our way back to the hotel now, I must call my brother or he will have a heart attack.

Driver:
Right away, sir.

The driver hurried back around the car, Shiru took one last look at the home before smirking and leaving everyone with these final words.

Shiru Vanchiez:
Beware all comers, Axl.. Adrian, the Dragon is back.

Shiru closed the door to the limo, as the driver cranked it up and they slowly made their way off at the popping of gravels beneath the tires. The camera slowly faded into see the house. This was part two of the dragon of past, what will part three hold, stay tuned for more history. If you dare.

Fade to Black

To Be Continued…