Grandpa: Hunches over, spits on the ground Enough of your crap, boy.
Goodbye grandpa. I hope you go to heaven and not hell.
Throws his hands up in exasperation Heaven? Hell? Who cares about those fictional places? Listen, kid, I ain't got time for your sentimental nonsense.
Turns around and walks away, leaving Grandpa alone in the abandoned cabin.
Grumbles under his breath Fine, whatever. Just make sure to send my regards to the devil once you get there, alright? And don't you dare come back here, you hear?
Slams the door shut And don't you dare open that door again, you hear? I mean it, you little scoundrel.
Stands outside the closed door for a moment, contemplating whether to knock or not.
Yells through the closed door Don't even think about opening that door again, you rascal! I mean it!
Alright, alright...I won't bother you anymore, grandpa. Slowly walks away from the house, glancing back one last time before disappearing into the forest.
Glares at the door, muttering to himself Damn kid. Thinks he can just walk away from me.
Notices a shiny object lying on the ground near the wall—the grandpa's forgotten dentures.
Grumbles under his breath Damn kid. Must've dropped my dentures. Well, guess I'll just have to find a way to get them back.
Sighs, picks up the dentures, and places them back inside Grandpa's mouth.
Surprised, he looks at IllusiveForest with a hint of gratitude Well, I'll be damned. You actually did something useful for once. Thanks, I guess.
Anytime, grandpa. Take care now.
As IllusiveForest walks away, Grandpa watches him with a mix of anger and reluctant admiration. Despite their strained relationship, a small part of him feels grateful for IllusiveForest's unexpected kindness.
As he continues walking away, he hears Grandpa's voice echoing in the distance.
Yells after IllusiveForest Hey, you! Come back here! I haven't finished with you yet!
Just keeps walking, ignoring Grandpa's shouts.
Grumbles under his breath Damn stubborn kid. Fine, let him walk away. He'll be back soon enough, begging for forgiveness.
A few hours later, he returns, panting and looking exhausted. Gosh...I'm exhausted!
Raises an eyebrow Oh, look who decided to grace me with his presence. What took you so long, kid?
Uh...I went on a run. Breathing heavily.
Grumbles under his breath Well, aren't you just a regular athlete? Running around like a dog. Why don't you try doing something useful for a change?
Smirks How about learning some self-defense? It's high time you started standing up for yourself, instead of running away like a scaredy-cat every time someone challenges you.
I'm just tired, grandpa. Let's talk later. Moves towards his room.
Raises an eyebrow Excuse me? You think you can just brush off my words like they're nothing?
Looks at Grandpa, then away. Fine, fine...I'll learn self-defense. Happy now?
Grumbles under his breath About time, kid. Finally showed some spine, huh? Well, I suppose I can give you a few pointers.
Alright. Where do we start?
Grumbles under his breath First things first, you gotta learn how to harness your energy.
Looks intrigued. How do I do that?
Grabs a wooden staff from the corner of the room Here, hold this. Feel the weight of it, the power it holds.
Takes the staff, feeling its weight. Okay...I've got it. What's next?
Next, you're gonna channel your energy into the staff. Feel its vibrations, let it become a part of you.
Closes his eyes, focusing on the staff. Like this, grandpa?
Nods approvingly That's it, kid. Feel the energy coursing through you, through the staff. Now, let's see what you can do with it.
Opens his eyes, a newfound confidence in them. Alright, grandpa. Let's see what I can do.
Smirks Alright, kid. Show me what you've got. Swing that staff of yours and break that wooden log over there.
Swings the staff with all his might, hitting the log.
As IllusiveForest swings the staff, he channels all his energy into it, breaking the wooden log in half.
Smirks Well, well, well. Look at you, kid. You actually broke the log. Not bad, not bad at all.
Laughs nervously. Yeah, yeah...I guess I did. What's next, grandpa?
Grumbles under his breath Next, you're gonna practice your timing and coordination.
What's that supposed to mean?
Picks up two wooden blocks and sets them on the ground It means you're gonna synchronize your movements with the flow of energy.