[Vishnu's POV]
This guy Vishi — he is dangerous. At first, when I met him in that abandoned house, and I saw him copy my moves. I was totally moved, because though at that time I was just using some basic moves that only need a good flexible body and control over your body, no one I know with no prior knowledge can copy such moves to perfection with one glance.
The reason why he was able to do such things was: "I know physics and biology of our body, so I guess I know how to move in an efficient way while not feeling any backlash on my body," is what Vishi said. But can this be possible? From what I have learned, topics like physics and biology are important in your understanding of any martial arts. How can one just analyze and copy it?
After sparring with him more, I came to realize one very important thing about Vishi — his ability to adapt in the best way possible. For example, while practicing Wokg, a martial art used mostly by mercenaries of the Mercenary Alliance, which requires intense fighting experience on the field. Due to this reason, one has to first acquire a great amount of bloodshed to learn that martial art, but Vishi learned it.
When I asked how, he simply said, "Well, on the battlefield you just have to fight in such a way that you can survive, and that too with minimal damage on your side, as you just said about it. So, I just created a simulation in my mind to build up my adrenaline with the feeling of death in my mind."
I was fucking surprised after hearing that. What the shit are you talking about? If that shit was possible, why would I have been practicing and fighting since I was 5 years old? Tch! Fuck talent, fuck your stimulation! That's why I hate talented bastards.
Although I know a lot about his genius, I personally do not know anything personal about him. So I thought to follow him home, and I saw a beautiful lady, half-naked, forced to sit inside a car. From the woman's face I could tell this much — she was Vishi's mother. I wanted to act against it, but then I saw Vishi, who was hiding inside the house, standing near the window but in such a way that no one could see his face.
I did not call him at first but just glanced at him, and from the energy he was radiating, I could tell that this guy was going to get his first blood today. Then I approached him by his shoulder, but before speaking to him I caught a glance at his face — and I was scared. Really scared. His handsome features now had no expression at all, but his eyes were scary. A wise person could tell that this guy is… is… DANGEROUS.
With courage, I asked him, "What are you doing here?"