The Supreme Satanic System

In Poseidon’s Moana, the vast eastern sea cradles hundreds of evergreen verdant islands along with tens of thousands of islets. There was an old-looking castle in the middle of one of the islands. It was the twilight hour of the day when the red sun sagged down over the calm ocean in its usual splendor and fiery intensity; it looked much like the yolk of an egg.

Just above the Brobdingnagian castle, a black flying vehicle appeared in midair and landed on a grassy lawn nearby. The vehicle’s side doors opened, and Bobby and Diana stepped out.

As Bobby listened to the raucous sound of crickets and the melodious sounds of various birds returning to their nests, he asked. “Hey Diana, do you actually like to live alone on such a deserted island?”

“Mm-hmm, I actually prefer living alone in a quiet place. So I don’t mind at all.” Diana responded and omitted her next comment in her mind. “But it’ll be most preferable and exhilarating if you stay with me alone.”

“Hmm, you have a pleasant taste of the house, at least. I especially like this castle.”  Bobby looked at the outer design of the castle and he asked, “So, who are we meeting now?”

“You will know soon. Alright, let’s go inside.” Diana held his hand and quickly dragged him along with her. After passing more than several hundred rooms, they finally entered the martial art training room. In the middle of the training hall, Bobby saw a middle-aged-looking tall man sitting over the wooden floor.

“Bobby, this will be your martial training teacher from now onward. Meet your teacher,” Diana pointed to the lanky gentleman wearing a black Hakama[1] and a black Keikogi[2] who was facing away from them.

“Oh, a human!” Bobby was a bit surprised that he was a human as he smelt the thick smell of the human blood from him.

The two quickly approached and came just before the man and Bobby exclaimed out aloud, “So, it’s Director Kemino!”𝒩𝗈𝓥𝓁xt.𝗰𝒪𝗆

“We meet again, Mr. Bradford.” An amiable smile spread across his face.

“Wow, I never believed in my wildest imagination that my martial master will turn out to be you.” Bobby said, “So, professor, what are you doing here?”

“Don’t you see, boy? I’m here to teach you martial art.” Kemino responded.

Bobby asked with some doubt. “But, don’t you have a big University to run? ’cause, one, I know you are one of the busiest people. And do you even have time to come to this distant planet to just train me?”

“Right, I’m a busy man. But my young miss keeps nagging me, ordering me to do it. So what can I do? I’m helpless here, too. I wonder who would be interested in teaching martial art to a snob like you?” Kemino replied with a chuckle jokingly, glancing at Diana.

Bobby then quickly understood the nature of the relationship between Director Kemino and Diana, and also the part where Diana was the one playing behind the scene to help him reach his current status from a nobody, nevertheless a Defect to join a military program. He looked at Diana meaningfully once and turned his attention to Kemino.

“Boy, enough with the chit-chat. You don’t need to be concerned about me managing my institute. Also, I have already arranged everything in the plan before I come here. Anyway, I’m the head of the Institute and I can operate my work even from here. Now, go change your clothes.” Director Kemino explained patiently and ordered him to change into the exact dress code as him.

Bobby and Diana rushed up to the dressing region and came back before Kemino after wearing the full black set, the Hakama, and the Keikogi.

“Hmm! Both of you look great in these outfits. Alright, let’s start with the karate etiquette.” Kemino said, gazing at the two youths. Then he stood up, began to teach Bobby on the matter of how to greet his master and the proper ways of Dos and Dont’s following the strict manners of a martial artist.

After several minutes, Bobby greeted him as he taught, “Sensei, I understand all your teaching. Can we start now?”

Kemino frowned slightly, and he warned him, “Listen, boy, be patient! Nothing good will come out from being rash.” “Alright, let’s see how much you have learned from your practice. I heard from young miss Diana you, somehow able to have the same vampiric noble bloodline as her.” He then threw a shinai at him. “Strike whatever comes to your head at me. Now, start!”

Bobby clutched the handle of the shinai and he made a vertical strike at Kemino.

Kemino stopped the wooden sword with his pinky finger at its tip. “What is this? A shit show? Strike as if you are going to die if you don’t kill me with your next strike. Trust me, if the strike is not satisfactory to me, then I will curtail your heart. In short, I’ll kill you.” He threatened him.

There was no doubt that Bobby felt a looming sense of death from his words. He pondered, “Fine, I’ll use my signatory move then.”

Bobby raised the shinai high in the air and struck down, using his all strength upon the head of the professor.

“Hah!” He exclaimed on seeing the same outcome as before.

“Mhmm, barely alright.” Director Kemino pushed back the shinai with his pinky and he shouted. “Again,”

Bobby began to strike using the same style again and again, and the momentum of the shinai began to spike gradually. What surprised him the most was that his strikes that could easily smash a bull’s brain out were deflected simply by flicking his hand using no Origin Chi.

​ [1]Hakama: Hakama is a type of traditional Japanese clothing, more like a skirt with divided pants. It is worn as tied at the waist and falls approximately to the ankles.

[2]Keikogi: A coat-like top with the bottom was put inside the Hakama when it was worn.