(Entry #118)
Anton and I have split up today. He wanted to go to Moscow. There, he wanted to stake out an FSB office, trying to spot Avery Oblonsky. Avery was an ex-KGB operative, a freelancer who frequently worked for the organisations that sprang up after the KGB went under.
I know of her since she is on Ducard's list. But I had other plans, and since Anton was unwilling to compromise, seeing my plans as the worst choice, we split up.
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(Entry #119)
I spent a week travelling through the area and getting some new recipes. I enjoy the cooking here. Quite pleasant for once.
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(Entry #125)
Japan is a beautiful country. The food is similar and yet so different. The culture is different as well. I am currently looking for O-sensei and haven't made much progress. But if my calculations are correct, then I'll find him by the end of the week.
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(Entry #126)
I found O-sensei. The man who taught many skilled fighters. Richard Dragon is already in America, and I might go find him later. But for now, I am more interested in his teacher, O-sensei.
He said that he would teach me martial arts and also how to use Chi. Yes, finally I will be able to learn this skill. I believe there is significant potential in the use of Chi. More research is needed on this.
Today was my first day, and it was relatively simple. O-sensei was fascinated by my body for some reason. I understand that he is interested, as I am a marvellous specimen, but I was rather unhappy about a man touching me all over.
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(Entry #135)
I have made my first contact with Chi today. I was asked to spar with O-sensei, and he used Chi in his defence as well as one attack. It was like punching a brick wall. Not that big of a problem, but still hard. And the strike he did to my stomach made me spit out my food. I was not ready for that.
But it just goes to show how strong Chi can be if used correctly. I will need more time to research it fully.
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(Entry #141)
O-sensei told me today that I have an abnormal amount of Chi. And I have to agree. It is so much, in fact, that I needed weeks just to get the proper control over it. It took a while, but I am seeing progress. These lessons with O-sensei are very valuable. I can sense his century-old experience when he teaches me. He understands that I was wearing a disguise, but he doesn't seem bothered by it.
He doesn't quite understand why I am hiding my true self, but he isn't interested. All he cares about is my training.
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(Entry #142)
It has been 2 months since the last entry.
I can feel the changes in myself. This training is different from the other training I've done so far. While the physical martial arts are valued and important, O-sensei seems to understand that I no longer require them. He focuses on my mind, spiritual training, and Chi. And I can feel the difference.
I have never felt relaxed, but at least now, I feel as if I am somewhat in control. The more I train, the stronger I feel. This is new for me. Throughout my training, I was taught to control my emotions and my body. But training my mind was never something I thought would yield these results.
I was already training my mind on my own. I was working on creating mental barriers and the like, but soon took it all down. My thoughts are just too chaotic for such simple things to work. But now it was a different matter altogether. With Chi, I was able to create something amazing.
But I'm not done yet. I'll see how it goes.
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(Entry #146)
I am finished with my training under O-sensei. Among all my teachers so far, I believe he was the one I enjoyed spending the most time with. And it was worth it. Developing your Chi and implementing it into my martial arts is an art that could take years. But what I have now is enough for me to train it by myself
I will have to hide these notes sooner or later before someone gets to them. My lab in Mila should be the best place to do that.
It was a valuable time here, but it is time for me to move on.
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(Entry #149)
I am in Brazil right now. Rio de Janeiro, to be precise. It wasn't hard to find Don Miguel. My skill in the art of manhunting has reached new heights. Fear is a powerful motivator, and I will learn to make better use of it.
Don Miguel has shown a complete lack of interest in preserving innocent lives. As long as his goal is achieved, he is fine with doing what he perceives as necessary. The killing comes naturally to him, which leads me to believe he has been doing this for a while. His thirst for speed is some form of outlet for him, and he seeks to kill himself while in a car
This makes him incredibly dangerous and very effective behind the wheel. I have decided to end this man's career. It is time for the accident he so wishes for, but with an ending he should dread.
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(Entry #151)
I met Anton again. Seems like he had quite an interesting time training under Avery Oblonsky, and he feels superior to me now. I am quite certain that he's a psychopath.
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(Entry #160)
Anton and I have made our way to British Columbia. I am no longer stoked about the man tagging along, since our differences will surely cause us to clash sooner or later. The accident I caused Don Miguel did not interest 'Anton' in the slightest. I can see he thought of me when he found out about Don Miguel's accident, but soon put it out of his mind because I was in the car with him at the time.
I am sure that Anton doesn't believe me to try and attempt to kill Don Miguel like that. The fact that he is now a paraplegic doesn't bother him either. No matter, Don Miguel will never drive a car again.
We are both looking for Luka Jungo, also known as "The Swiss Mark". If everything works out well, then I will learn marksmanship from him.
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(Entry #167)
I have finally come to blows with 'Anton'. After finding Luka Jungo, he took us in and taught us how to hunt and shoot various weapons. After Anton killed a deer, Luka realised that Anton was a psychopath, as he didn't even attempt to hit the brain, going for the throat and therefore the longer death instead.
"Leave, I don't want to see you here again!" Luka said.
"What? Why?", Anton asked.
"Your complete disregard for life makes you unsuited to be taught by me, and I told you that I wouldn't teach you if you wouldn't promise me to never use firearms against other people."
"So? I don't care whether others die. Criminals deserve to die, and that is what I will do."
"Enough. Leave! I don't want to see you here ever again."
"I'll leave when I wish to."
"You're a killer! I won't teach you anymore."
"Who the f*ck do you think you are? Do you think you can tell me what to do, just because you know how to shoot? I'll go when I want to," Anton said.
Luka wanted to threaten Anton into leaving, but that didn't work out as he'd hoped. It seems like Anton has amassed quite a bit of skill in martial arts now. Just before he was about to kill Luka by cutting his throat, I managed to catch his arm and prevent that.
"Enough 'Anton'. You can't kill someone because he no longer wishes to teach you," I told him.
"Don't talk to me, you unnamed boy. You don't get to tell me anything. You've been getting on my nerves since Don Miguel. Who the f*ck do you think you are? You know nothing about me!"
"I do know about you... Minhkhoa."
"Wha..."
"Minhkhoa Khan, son of Fann Wong and Chiam Khan, a former wealthy Singaporean business owner in the exports industry. Your family was forced to sell their company to the uber-wealthy Midas family, and that was the moment when you watched them get beaten. You feel no empathy, fear or remorse. When he was eight years old, a psychologist diagnosed him as a psychopath. You lack compassion and believe that you can simply kill all your problems. That's also why you are on this trip: you seek revenge, and you will stop at nothing to get it."
"You ... How do you know all that?" Minhkhoa asked with clenched fists.
He was angry. This was an important moment. He had to attack me on his own. That was imperative. I will be the one to show him what fear is.
"I listened and watched you. Your skin tone is light, but not like that of Europeans or Americans, which suggests you are of Asian descent. Your accent is nigh non-existent, which speaks for an education since childhood. Wealth is something you grew up with, as your mannerisms spoke of routine and practice.
You told me about seeing your parents getting abused, and given your knowledge of the export industry, I figured that your parents had to be in that business. Because you wouldn't learn something that wasn't of any use to you. So you saw it as something that would either get you closer to your goal of revenge or ... you grew up with it.
Over the weeks, I asked you about certain goods that would normally be exported mostly to different countries. You seemed to know the most about machinery and equipment, which is the biggest export product, with a 43 per cent share ... in Singapore. There are others, of course, as well. I went over all of these and quickly found out something about the missing child of a former Export mogul, Chiam Khan.
That's all there was to it."
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"Is that all?"
"It was a bit more complicated than that, of course. I also took some of your DNA and checked to make sure, of course, and that made it easier. But those are details."
"Ha! Impressive... and here I don't even know your true name. But I know your face. I can also figure out who you are. I have the methods and skills necessary."
"You can try."
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He wasn't happy about that. He didn't leave and thought about what to do. I tried another taunt about going home and then turned my back on him. It seems he saw that as me disrespecting him and attacked me.
Our fight wasn't anything special. I was thankful for this exercise, since that's all it was. He is a very skilled fighter, but that's all he is in the end compared to me. A skilled fighter.
He used all sorts of firearms and knives to try to kill me. But it was useless. I was stronger and much more skilled than he was at this point. I knew his moves before he did them. I knocked him out with an elbow, followed by an uppercut.
It is time for me to leave now. I spent enough time learning almost every firearm in the book. What I don't know yet, I can learn on my own. I'd better call Sebas.
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If his explanation made no sense and you think this was racist, I apologise. I know nothing of these things. I cover up that plot hole with the explanation: 'It was more complicated than that'.