(POV Narrator)
"It's only been three months since my training began, and my father has already beat me black & blue. My skin was white as jade, it had no visible imperfections, and it surpassed the purest jade around all the heavens. It was all that and more, but now it has been tainted with multiple incurable wounds.
I have long silky brown hair that reaches the middle of my back, but my hair wasn't enough to cover the defeat etched into my skin & soul." Lucas expressed as he sighed before the mirror and he looked at his bruised and battered form from the perilous training his father had given him the other day.
"My swordplay was splendidly exquisite, while my (Triple Slash Moonlight Heaven Destroyer Technique) wasn't at fault!" Lucas stated in front of the mirror as he struck his sword pose and slashed three times before the mirror.
"The heavens cursed me to lose. Chances are, these wounds hurt me even deeper than I thought.
Oh no, my inner core has been cracked. WAIT....My cultivation has been crippled forever. My cultivation may be shattered, but my DAO still stands firm." Lucas declared as he held his stomach, and he felt his inner core had a crack within.
'I think that's how they talked like in those books. Dad sure knows how to pick a novel. I didn't even know about the cultivation genre till he showed it to me yesterday after he beat my ass in our spar.' Lucas said as he spoke aloud while looking in the mirror of his closet door in his room.
His face was showing great sorrow as he kept talking to himself in front of the mirror. His eyes wide as the door next to him was wide open.
James walked inside the room and saw his son shirtless with only a pair of black sports shorts on, looking into the mirror. He had multiple bruises on his arms, legs, and chest but none on his face for some reason...
'Emma would kill me if I damaged his face in our spar. I tried to show my son the error of his ways with the only method he could understand.' James thought as he clenched his fists.
'If the sounds of my words weren't effective, then the sounds of my punches would open his eyes. I made sure to show my son some real martial arts, with some actual superhuman techniques in our spar yesterday.' James thought while seeing the embarrassing scene happening before his eyes coming, from his very own flesh and blood.
'I had planned to beat the ignorance out of my boy once and for all in one day... But it all backfired terribly. My son was crying so much yesterday and my wife's death stare didn't help either. I even gave him a few of my favorite Chinese cultivation novels to make it stop.' James's mind slowed to a halt as he realized what had happened.
James sighed before his mind sped up even further from its previous halt.
'I had hoped it would make him feel better since he loves novels. The shamanic ointment should have fully healed the wounds, but he still has his bruises.
My son had some heavy eye bags, from this alone it was clear he hadn't slept yet. Even worse was his son spewing off all those meaningless cultivation terms earlier to describe his current appearance.' James thought as he shed a small tear for the monster he created as his mind adapted to going at insane speeds.
'What have I done, my boy is acting like a huge cultivation freak, like the ones he heard about from his friends who use those accursed computers. They say I'm missing out, but they don't know these little machines have a very dark history with schemes going on hidden from all who use the machines.'
James frowned as he summoned a blue potion from his storage ring to stuff down his son's throat to get him ready for the next trip.
Soon enough James's heightened mental activity slowed down back to normal speeds as it had only been ten seconds since he had come into his son's room to see the monster he had created mistakenly.
"Dad, what are you doing with that disgusting potion? You know that thing tastes like a shit sandwich or anything you cook since it all tastes bad anyways." Lucas asked his father while he had a smug expression, not aware of the punishments soon to come.
'That's it, just for that you're drinking that potion if you keep this up.' James shook his head from side to side in repetition for a few seconds.
"Dad, you know you can't force that down my throat as that is torture plus, umm. It is also abusive, umm... CHILD ABUSE. Ya, that's it, if you force me to drink that potion, it's child abuse + torture. So just let's use the shaman mud crap in that container by the bed to do its magic. I should be healed in 2 to 4 hours." Lucas said, not realizing he was the reason why he still had bruises.
He washed the mud off in the shower last night before going to sleep. He felt it might stain his bed, so it had to go before he went to bed. Unknowingly, this caused him, to only receive subpar effects. Everything has its causes and effects, and Lucus wanting a clean bed would be the cause of him facing this punishment.
"Child abuse, torture... Boy, I will show you both since you're asking for it." James's tone got serious as he pulled out a second red potion that healed sleepiness, mental fatigue, and physical exhaustion.
The potion's side-effects were feeling as if you were struck by lightning every second you drank it. The slower you drink it, the more painful it feels. But, no matter how great the pain you had felt, it would leave no lasting damage.
The potion's effects counteract all the mental trauma and mental exhaustion felt by the pain. They would only receive scary memories that would fade in a day...
"Dad quit joking man... I was just pulling your leg, so can we call it even, and we both go our separate ways." Lucas told his dad this, but his body was slowly backing away.
'How do I get out of here?' Lucas looked around only to see his view of his surroundings change instantly as he hit the ground.
James had pinned his son to the floor and used his iron chains to bind his arms and legs together his son's body made a half-moon shape.
With nowhere left to run, James had resummoned the potions in both hands. Red on his right, blue on his left. Soon, both potions would enter his son's mouth to make a purple flow of a concoction inside his son's system.
"MOM HELP, DAD IS TORTURING ME, HELP ME PLEASE." Lucas yelled out in panic 15 seconds before the potions entered his system. He saw a figure appear before his eyes in the corner of his room.
His mom had turned herself invisible the entire time. It would seem that she had followed his dad here. So... while all this was happening to me, she was just watching.
'She isn't stopping this, doesn't she care about me?' Lucas's mind raced as it tried to find an answer, his last hope turned into despair.
He saw his mom's face turn into a smug little smirk. The same one he had always given her when he beat her at board game night like a champ. Don't tell me she going to do the little dance as well while this all goes down.
'She is even doing my victory pose before my eyes. Why is she still watching this go down? How could I face such a betrayal from my mother.' The light in Lucas's eyes was slowly dimming.
Emma had been watching this all go down in amusement. Her invisibility charm worked wonders. James had already sensed her the moment she had undone the charm, but he continued his previous actions. James acted almost like her presence empowered him.
Emma had stuck her tongue out as both arms were in the air, holding a thumbs-down position. She held that pose as she made the most devious, smug expression she could muster.
'That should be what his victory pose looks like if I remember correctly. My baby boy is my baby, but no one gets away with beating me at my favorite games. Then, they have the audacity to laugh in my face... ME their mother... How dare you laugh at me and say I am shit at the game I've been playing since before you were BORN!!!
I won't stand for this kind of disrespect, he needs to face the music and take his punishment. He should be grateful I'm not doing that little dance of his while I watch him.' Emma thought as Lucas's face twisted in despair as he was moments away from disaster.