Ready For The Big World

2 Years Ago

            The eight year-old lizaard King's legion had not gained much territory over the past year, but the temporary pause to his colonization had permitted him to make progress in other areas. First of all, his numbers had increased considerably. He was now the king of a hundred creatures and the boss of sixty employees. Also, he succeeded in building himself a much more professional jetpack. It was a lot easier to drive, even though it went insanely fast. What's more, he was now a lot more proficient in Kradda, and he even started practicing Taekwondo.

Rosayan administered his lizaard minions strategically throughout his six bases: He had fifteen in Bratsk, fifteen in the Gobi Desert, fifteen in the Thar Desert, five in his small base near Kabul, thirty around his main base in Taklimakan, and twenty in the base he had just recently constructed under Silmido Island, in South Korea. He had settled there with a handful of lizaards in order to get his hands on what he believed would make him stronger. The young lizaard never even dared to go visit North Korea because the Internet had strongly recommended him not to do so. He knew by experience that humans were crazy, violent beings, so he didn’t have a hard time believing that he really should avoid the place. He had settled under Silmido mainly it was economically strategic. The uninhabited island was surrounded by three countries and the seas that revolved around them were lively and diverse commercial routes. If he could manage to recruit some employees in places like Taiwan and Japan and then get himself a ship, he could have access to unimaginable amounts of resources!

             Traveling was also a lot easier. Rosayan could go to the east without any problem because of the brand new jetpack he had built. It was twice as fast as his first one, while the handling was smooth and simple to control, and moreover, the motor was as silent as that of a car. He was now a lot less noticeable than when he had that prototype that roared noisily like an old lawnmower. Rosayan conferred that prototype to one of his strongest Fighters, but with a wise warning to take it easy. The excited creature wanted to have fun and test it out, so it did, but it hurt himself so badly that the day after, it just shoved the machine under its bed and never used it again, traumatized by the experience.

During the past year, Rosayan had mostly produced Fighter lizaards. All of them, along with many Infiltators, were forced to learn and practice Kradda. They had to follow lessons and train regularly. They also had to take theoretical courses, pass some exams, fight each other and even fight against randomly captured humans. Some of those Fighters were actually able to graduate high enough into Kradda to be able to teach it to ever-coming recruits. This made it even faster for every member to become adept fighters by having multiple classes taught independently but simultaneously. Rosayan used to be the sole teacher of the art by using the spaceship’s video as a reference, but now that he had Kradda professors in his legion, it took a big responsibility off of his shoulders and he could spend his time elsewhere. It also meant that almost every member serving him now had a decent base in combat and self-defence.

            The employees that Rosayan had recruited mostly came from China and India, while the rest of them had been kidnapped in Mongolia. Contrarily to his lizaard underlings, his earthling employees were very hard to manage. Many of them had started to rebel, escape and disobey him. He realized that his personnel was getting too big and too hard to control. To prevent further problems, Rosayan had no choice but to create another version of the Submission Formula, made specifically for the human body's biology. On his first experiment, he started by the simplest procedure, which was to inject the original formula directly into a human male adult with a siren, but only minutes after the injection, the man's appearance and behavior transformed so quickly and so drastically, that he could not be considered a human ever again. Rosayan released the berserk hominid in the woods, hoping it would die before somebody would find him, and he then understood that the formula needed to be changed if he wanted it to work on humans. Ever since Rosayan created this new formula, the employees were tamed and treated similarly to his lizaard minions, and they were also forced to take Kradda courses, but those courses were obviously more oriented to fit with the human body's limitations.

            Rosayan had been really serious about his training ever since he got one-sidedly beaten up in China by Yen Li. He trained every day, and by forcing all his underlings to train with him, it motivated him greatly. He was now a lot stronger than he was a year ago, not only because of his more serious training, but also because of the techniques he had learned in the new fighting style he had discovered. He was training relentlessly because even a year and a half after the incident, the young lizaard was still insulted from that first adventure to the East. After arriving home from that incident and getting instant medical help from his Healers, he looked up for the word “Kung-Fu” on Google, which lead him to see some videos of Shaolin monks do their usual rituals of breaking through stone with their heads, along with other incredible feats of the sort, and that got him even more discouraged. He proceeded by watching some Bruce Lee movies, and then he was just plainly afraid of this seemingly invincible martial art. At first, he couldn't get over his defeat because his bones were supposed to be unbreakable. They were one of his essential biological weapons and they had failed to help him. He had been taught during his early days in the spaceship that lizaard bones were supposed to be as solid as metal. After days of rolling in his bed and lamenting over the injustice of life, he finally understood what went wrong; he remembered that he wasn't an adult yet. It had actually been explained in his courses that the lizaards’ bones only attain full maturity once they reach puberty. Rosayan was still a child and his bones weren't at their full sturdiness yet. He was reassured from this fact, but then that made him realize something important: Kradda was actually a martial art for lizaard adults, because it heavily relied on the durability of the bones, the length of the tail, and the size of the skeesh, each of which were undeveloped on a child. He wouldn’t have a choice but to wait a couple of years before progressing to the higher levels of Kradda. It was after those realisations that the young lizaard chose to seek for another martial art that could make him stronger in the meantime. Between clonology experiments, combat training, material gathering and jetpack building, Rosayan researched the Internet for earthling martial arts.

Recently, Rosayan’s strongest creatures were taken aside to study his new martial art of interest: Taekwondo. Sitting in his base under Silmido Island, he watched Olympic competitions, random tournaments, and even movie fight scenes on Youtube. During that year and a half, he studied the Korean martial art and experimented with it by not only getting literate and watching videos, but by also taking on real Taekwondoins. The only method Rosayan could come up with to find some adversaries that would fight him, was to sneak behind some Taekwondo schools around South Korea, follow a student that came out, and ambush him in a dark alley or any other place where nobody was around.  Sometimes he fought against mere white belts, but he had also come across more advanced belts. He had not yet met the challenge he was looking for, having beaten them all, but he never did try against a black belt or higher. He knew that the best way to compare Kradda with Taekwondo at its best potential, and to make it look like the fight scenes he watched, was to challenge the master of a dojang. A real master would die to protect the honor of his dojang, the lizaard thought, because he had heard some similar quotes in Kung-Fu movies. Nonetheless, before he would actually permit himself to fight a black belt or higher, he needed to be informed about the techniques that those Taekwondo fighters could pull off. He would then be prepared and could try to anticipate their moves once he’d be face to face with one. “If a Taekwondoin happens to defeat one of my strongest Fighters,” he decided, “then that’s the proof that this fighting style is definitely worth learning.” After a year and a half, now that all arrangements were done and all his disciples were mentally and physically prepared, it was time to see if the most admired martial art of Korea was actually useful to learn. Perhaps this was the fighting style that would teach him how to take down Kung-Fu fighters.

There they were, in the town of Jinju, hiding on the roof of the Hoiji-Kan Taekwondo Academy, waiting for the 7:00 P.M. advanced belt class. Rosayan chose this particular dojang because he knew from his researches that it had produced two Olympic gold medalists in the past and therefore, it had to be legit. Twilight glared over the building, producing enough shadow for Rosayan, his three strongest Fighters and four Infiltrators to hide in the roof’s shading.

 Every student had arrived and the class had begun when the Infiltrators started cutting holes in high windows and in walls around the building with their lizaard equipment. With those technologically advanced tools, they could break in a house, steal a large amount of valuables, and flee all under five minutes. The Infiltrators entered by the holes they had just made and as soon as they landed on the carpeted floor of the dojang, they quickly got their daggers out, waiting for everyone to stop moving. The startled students were forced to put their ceaseless kicking and spinning to a stop. Rosayan and the three Fighters entered by the front door, sealing the exit by guarding it with their body.

 Seconds later, one of the black belts in the gym started advancing pompously towards one of the Fighters, and then another pupil got into his fighting stance right in front of an Infiltrator. The disciples were not going to back down without a fight. The fifty year-old Grand Master Hoiji, who was in front of the class, suddenly snapped his fingers and one of his disciples, who knew exactly what that meant, promptly rushed to the right of the room to retrieve a golden saber that was fixed over the portrait of Hoiji’s ancestor, the founder of the dojang. The disciple handed the saber to Hoiji, who posed into the most threatening fighting stance someone could imagine. “I knew that this day would come…” He said mysteriously. The golden saber had been resting there for decades, all for this very moment. Three other students were about to jump in and fight bare-handed against the armed Infiltrators, but Dom-Dom, one of the Fighters, rushed to a green belt kid and held him by the neck like a hostage, a dagger at his throat. He dragged the boy by back-stepping to a corner until his back touched the wall, with the kid in front of him. He would keep the boy hostage so no one would try anything funny while Jaw, the other Fighter, would capture the master. The Infiltrators proceeded to do the same; they each took a hostage of their own. Master Hoiji and his disciples stopped short in their steps, and silence was held.

 Rosayan was wearing sunglasses, a dark blue hoody, a pair of jeans, and shoes. His nozzle was hidden by the shadow of the blue hood over his head. From a glance, he only looked like a rebellious little boy, if only it weren’t for the four claws that were poking out from the front of his shoes.

  “Hello.” He said, having practiced enough Korean to have a decent conversation about fighting. He took off his glasses and drew back his hood, exposing his green face, yellow eyes, short brown hair and a horn that was still not big enough to be menacing. “We came here with hopes of testing out this style I’ve created. We travel around the world challenging and defeating martial art schools, so we can prove to everyone that we have the best fighting art in the world. The next fighting style on the list is Taekwondo, and this school looks like it's teaching it very well.”

The Grand Master stood there, silent and confident, waiting for the challenge.

“I challenge you to fight against my strongest pupil, to determine whose style is superior.”

“You’re not even worthy of challenging the master!" One of the students screamed, even though a Fighter was behind him, holding him in a chokehold with a knife at his throat. "I could beat you myself!”

"Chickle!' Rosayan snapped, looking in their direction. "Let that guy go and beat 'em up, will you? He actually dared to interrupt my speech to say something stupid. I have to admit that it was courageous. Now, give that blue belt a lesson."

The Fighter loosened his grip around his hostage's neck, and the man instantly shoved himself out of his grasp. The taekwondoin turned around and push-kicked the Fighter in the chest, making him back up a few steps. He looked at the creature that had held him from behind and he was shocked to see how hideous and inhumane it was. The monster smiled at him and put its dagger back in its sheath. Rosayan had named this Fighter Chickle because he was basically a 5 foot tall biped crossover of a chicken and an eagle. His face was that of a chicken but with the beak of an eagle, and he had feathered arms that could transform into wings when he needed to fly. “Experiment Chickle” had not only given Rosayan one of his strongest Fighters to date, but it was also his first creature to be able to fly.

 Chickle advanced towards the blue belt to close in the distance. He knew that Taekwondo was all about kicks. The student tried to keep him away with a high-kick but Chickle swayed backwards and dodged the foot that was about to smack him on the beak. The student spun around and followed with a kick to the ribs, but the experienced Fighter blocked it with his elbow and closed in while his opponent still hadn’t recovered his footing from the missed kick. Once he was close to the man's chest, he grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him in the stomach. The student, winded from the blow, dropped his hands and that's when Chickle clinched his hands behind the student's head, pulled him down and kneed him directly in the face. Blood flew in the air as the student fell on his back, knocked out, with a bloody face.

“You monster!” another student behind him screamed as she ran towards Chickle, planning to hold him in a chokehold. The creature felt it coming so he swung his arm backwards with all his might. The side of his forearm caught the student right on her neck, breaking her spine and killing her on the spot. Yet another one came running, prepared to give it his all, but a dark red burst appeared on the side of his head, and he dropped to the ground like a doll. Absolutely everyone looked terrified.

"Stupid humans! We don't have time for this, don't get involved! We're only here for the master." Rosayan called out as he put his gun down.

“You don’t have to kill people!” A green belt teenager shot back.

“I know. Don’t state the obvious.” Rosayan shot back, with a bullet. The others watched in horror as the teenager fell with a thump, blood starting to ooze out from a small hole in his forehead. “In life, you never have to kill. You only want to.” He said with a grin of satisfaction, and then focused back on the real goal. "Ahem, so as I was saying... do you accept to fight against--"

Hoiji was filled with rage and he charged straight at the little lizaard with his sabre. Rosayan was startled by this unplanned event and he blared out in panic, “Wait! I haven't laid out the rules what are you doing?"

"You said you were here for me? Well here I am!" Hoiji roared.

 Rosayan was backing up, scared and trying to avoid a fight, but it was too late; the master was intent on killing him. "Put that sword down, this is a Taekwondo match you cheater! I’m--I'm not even the one you gotta fight-- okay okay I get it, help! Plan B!” The young lizaard cried. The master raised his golden sabre in the air, ready to chop Rosayan in half, and that's when the three Fighters and two Infiltrators headed for Hoiji to immobilize him. The first Infiltrator tried to tackle the master from the side before he could swing his sword at Rosayan, but Hoiji swiftly changed the angle of his strike and sliced the Infiltrator's head off instead. Chickle and the second Infiltrator then caught Hoiji from behind and they locked his arms, making him drop his sword. Dom-Dom cracked his knuckles and approached the trapped master, happy to do the job. He thought he could take his time to execute a well-placed left hook on the master's jaw to knock him out, but Hoiji kicked him in the chest with such striking speed and force that Dom-Dom fell on his behind. Even though Chickle and the Infiltrator were locking his arms, he could still lift his legs. That is why Jaw quickly rushed behind the hostile master and finally knocked him out with a karate chop behind the noggin.

 The Grand Master was captured, and it was now time to bring him to the base in Russia. The Infiltrators unrolled one of the portable stretchers that were in their backpacks and they scooped Hoiji in it. Dom-Dom and the remaining Infiltrator unrolled another stretcher, but this one was to pick up the dead lizaard’s body and head. After that, they all left off for the woods that lay directly behind the dojang. Rosayan, being a genius, had planned all of it judiciously. They started by making a run for it. There was blood everywhere and Rosayan knew that this incident was definitely going to end up on the news. They needed to get out of Korea as fast as possible before upheaval would start to happen. The lizaards exited through the entrance door of the dojang, meeting no resistance at all since the students were paralyzed and perturbed by what just happened. Rosayan, Chickle and Jaw were supposed to head directly to the base in Taklimakan since they were the only ones who could take the route by air.

“Jaw, where do you think you’re going?” Rosayan asked him as the Fighter was suspiciously trying to blend in with the rest of the lizaards that were about to run into the forest.

Spotted, Jaw froze in his path, turned his head around and nervously responded : “Ah, there you are, Master, I was, uh… about to follow the rest of the troop and head to the submarine, you know, to ensure that your new Taekwondo instructor makes it safely all the way to Bratsk.”

“You are fully aware that that weren’t your orders. Do you know what happens to people who don’t follow my orders?”

“I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to disobey you… please, let me another chance!” Jaw was trembling. He thought he was going to get killed.

“Where’s your jetpack anyway?”

“Well… here’s the truth, Master… I was too scared to tell you, but I lost it some time ago, and that’s why you just saw me heading for the submarine. I apologize for not having told you, Master. It won’t happen again, please forgive me!” Jaw had inherited Rosayan’s old jetpack, but he pretended that he lost it because he did not trust the machine at all. It was so hard to handle that he gravely injured himself the first �"which was also the last-- time he had tried it. Ever since then, he developed a small panic attack from only thinking about using it again.

“You imbecile! Do you understand how much time it takes to build those? Can’t believe I entrusted that to you. How did you get here then?”

“I took the submarine with everyone else, Master, since I couldn’t fly here.”

Rosayan sighed and said, “Okay we don’t have time for this right now so I’ll let it pass. Go take the submarine, but I want you in Taklimakan by tomorrow. If not, you’re in deep trouble, got that?”

Jaw had no idea how he would manage to make it to Taklimakan by tomorrow, but he acted as if he could, for the sake of keeping his life. “Yes, sir! I will make it up to you I promise!” He asserted, and then left off running to join the others.

The three Infiltrators and the two Fighters were running as fast as they could with their stretchers to reach the shore, where a lizaard submarine and its pilot were waiting for them. Rosayan had chosen the town of Jinju for this advantage. Right behind the Hoiji-Kan Academy was a forest that opened up on the shore. The seashore was located in the middle of the three main seas of Eastern Asia. The submarine would go through the Sea of Japan and up the Tartar Strait, where a van with several employees would be waiting for them near Vanino. These employees were responsible for bringing the lizaards and Master Hoiji across Siberia so they could safely reach the base in Bratsk.

The next day, Rosayan ordered his whole lizaard legion to assemble at the Taklimakan base. Jaw was the one assigned to take care of the Taekwondo master so he could be in the best condition possible for the grand fight. He was also the one in charge of safely transporting him across the desert. In other words, Jaw was responsible for making him win.

Hoiji finally arrived at the main base, accompanied by Jaw’s troops. They gave him as much water as he wanted, and then convinced him to take a relaxing bath. After that, they let him take a little walk in the desert to stimulate his muscles. They fed the Grand Master with a well-balanced, nutritional meal, and they even forced him to drink a Redbull to make sure he’d be at his peak condition once in the ring. They encouraged him constantly by reminding him that if he gave it his all he could actually beat his opponent and they wouldn’t have to burn down his school.

Hoiji had no idea what was going on, but he followed, scared for his life. He didn’t know when he was going to fight, and he didn’t know against whom either. The only thing he knew, and the only thing that mattered, was that he was going to fight, and no matter what, he unquestionably had to defeat him. He was sitting on a bed in a small room, accompanied by Jaw and two other Fighters.

“Remember,” Jaw advised, while giving him a shoulder massage. “If he grabs your leg, you’ll be unbalanced and in trouble, so you have to kick strategically and quickly. Once he gets past your kick, he’s gonna press forward and you won’t be able to use your legs, got that? Either you keep him out of range for the whole fight, though I doubt that’s possible, or you use a technique that protects you while in close range. You do know how to punch and grapple, right?”

Hoiji wasn’t even listening to him. No one was going to teach him how to fight. Instead, he was meditating so he could be focused during his match. It was part of his pre-fight ritual. A sudden buzzing sound was heard from a speaker on the wall, so Jaw rested his hand on the man’s shoulder. “It’s time.”

They headed out the main door of the spaceship and outside into the desert, where a giant tent had been built right beside the ship for this special occasion. Hoiji and Jaw entered the tent, and there they saw the place circled by a crowd of a hundred lizaards waiting impatiently for the fight to begin. They were cheering and chanting, excited to see such a promising event. In the middle of the place was an elevated ring about as big as an Olympic boxing ring, but shaped in a circle instead of a square, and with no fences or ropes.

Rosayan was pleased to see Hoiji with such a determined and confident look on his face. Jaw had accomplished his task. “I’m glad to see you’re alright, Master Hoiji!” He exclaimed.

“What do you want from me?” He replied.

“It’s simple, really. All I want, is to see the world’s strongest Taekwondo fighter in action! I know it took quite severe measures to make it happen, but I won’t be asking much more. Here’s how it is: you will fight against one of my disciples, and if you win, we’ll simply give you a ride back home and let you go, so you can continue with your life. If you lose though, I’ll unfortunately have to burn your school down because it’s going to seem worthless to me.”

“Have you no honor?” Hoiji asked, not intimidated by the green little boy, but then another creature stepped forth and that one was a little more frightening.

“Honor? Ha! That wouldn’t prove anything. I don’t need it to win. Therefore, I have no use for it.” He replied. “This is the person you’ll have to fight with.” The muscular Fighter lizaard glared down at Hoiji without a word, but with only a grunt and a show of menacing teeth. “Let’s be fair, I’m just a kid, so Dom-Dom will take my place. Whaddya think?”

In the name of honor, there was no way the Grand Master could deny such a challenge. It was for the sake of his dojang. “Alright.” Hoiji confirmed.

“You’ll be quite impressed I’m sure, to see how useless your style is against mine.” Rosayan disclosed with his childish grin.

At fifty years old, it was hard to get someone to fight with you, especially when you were a renowned martial arts master. This could be very interesting. Running out of logical deductions, Hoiji ended up presuming that the green boy and his crew had to be some kind of wicked American experiment. From his experience with Americans, he suspected their fighting style to be another one of those cheesy forms of Kenpo, or maybe they were trying to prove themselves with MMA again. He defeated all those styles anyway when he was younger, so it wouldn’t be a problem. Even though Hoiji was a little disquieted by the monster, he fought back the idea that it wasn’t human, and even if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t back down without a fight. He would never let his school fall so dishonorably.

“It’s finally time for the Grand Battle to commence!” Rosayan called out to the crowd.

 The crowd responded with wild cheering and whistling. “We want blood! We want blood!” They chanted.

“May the combatants enter the ring!”

Hoiji entered the ring, and stared at his foe that was smiling at him with eagerness. “Say bye-bye to your school, Mister Grand Master, because I’ll be tearing you into little pieces.” Dom-Dom told him, hungry for blood.

Chickle was the official referee for this bout, so he stood between the two pugilists with his hand in the air. He looked at Dom-Dom and said: “You ready?” and he responded with a loud roar as he pounded his chest like a mad gorilla. He then looked towards Hoiji. “You ready?”

 “Let me at him.” The Grand Master replied. A buzzing sound was heard, and the referee swung his hand down as he screamed: “Begin!”

Dom-Dom walked towards the Taekwondo master, snickering as he cracked his knuckles. Hoiji started the fight with a feint by raising his right knee. Dom-Dom fell for the feint and raised his guard up, so Hoiji followed by switching legs and connecting a powerful roundhouse kick in his ribs. The Fighter felt the pain and curled his stance to protect his body from upcoming blows. Hoiji took that opportunity to strike a low-kick on the inside of the creature's thigh, catching him completely off-guard since it was usually illegal in Taekwondo competition. Rosayan’s Fighters had developed no specific defence for low-kicks since their fighting style was only focused on Rosayan’s observation of Taekwondo competitions. Even in the movie fight scenes, kicks always ended up hitting the face, because it’s just much more beautiful than low-kicks.

Dom-Dom dropped his guard immediately from the pain, but he resisted the urge to hold his thigh and quickly regained his stance. He was not going to take those leg shots again; they stung like hell. Hoiji gave another low-kick, but this time Dom-Dom saw it coming so he blocked the blow with his forearm. Hoiji threw another with his other leg, and Dom-Dom, having anticipated the blow, threw his arm down again so this time he could catch it, but it unexpectedly turned out to be a blazing fast high kick, and that kick, perfectly placed, with the forefoot striking right below the cheek, sent Rosayan’s student to the mat, knocked out. The crowd let out a gasp of surprise as the big creature lay motionless on the floor. So it did end up with a kick to the face.

“Well, that was rather short.” Chickle said to Jaw, who had been watching the fight from right beside the ring with him.

“That’s all thanks to my great coaching skills!” Jaw asserted.

“Pff! It’s only because Master Rosayan chose an idiot to fight against him.”

“There he goes again,” Jaw teased him, “The ref thinks he’s better than everyone.”

The crowd stood there, silent, almost looking deceived. Dom-Dom didn’t have time to do anything. Furthermore, there wasn’t even any blood and Rosayan had promised them a brutal match. The silence was then broken by Rosayan’s applaud.

“Yes, now that is what I call beautiful!” The lizaard king exclaimed as he clapped his hands. The implicated lizaards were waiting for their orders, and then he said it: “I want him!” To those words, Jaw and two other lizaards entered the ring to get a hold of the Grand Master.

“Hey, hey! What are you guys doing? Let go!” Hoiji complained as he fought from the creatures’ grasp, but they locked his arms from behind and he couldn’t do anything.

“What else would I do?” Rosayan answered, “We’re bringing you ‘home’, as conceded.”

As Chickle walked slowly towards Hoiji to deliver the final blow, Jaw, who was holding Hoiji from behind, tried to cheer him up. “See? I told you you could do it! You gave that guy the beating of his life. You don’t have to worry anymore. As of now, everything will be fine.”

Chickle was now standing in front of the master, looking irritated. “Tsk! If I would’ve been chosen, I would’ve defeated you.” He let out before giving him a palm strike behind the head that knocked him out.

The assembly was dismissed, the tent was put down, and Rosayan took the master with him into the spaceship. He proceeded to inject him with the human version of the Submission Formula, and weeks later, Grand Master Hoiji became the lizaard legion’s personal Taekwondo instructor. Every Fighter started learning it between their Kradda lessons and all the numerous other tasks they had to do.

            Rosayan had a personal grudge against Yen Li ever since their meeting at the restaurant, and that was the main reason he wanted to learn a new martial art. But even though he was taking Taekwondo lessons, he knew he wouldn’t be ready until a couple of years. First of all, he needed to grow up to reasonable proportions, and second, he needed to master both Kradda and Taekwondo. Once he’d be good enough and old enough, he’d challenge him again.

 In the meantime, Rosayan figured he was now ready to take on someone that was actually the same size and age as him. It was time for him to start the mission his father had given him. From this point on, between martial training, animal cloning and colonization, he would finally begin searching for the nemusian.