An old man is in a cave, observing a mural. A younger man approaches him, and stares at the mural with him. “Sabrina Haru and Miguel all set up the tents and I cooked the food. You can come back now El.” The man says. “Elias, do you know what this is?” the older man said. “A cave painting, maybe some graffiti?” the young man replied. “Notice the drawings. A four armed blue man with a snake around his neck at the top and dancing. On his left is a bald man with ears that extend to his jaw, and on his right another blue man on a lotus throne. Below them is an army readying for battle. Four armies, one led by a One eyed man, another by a man with a long pointed beard and green eyes, another a man with a bird head, and finally a man with a toga holding a thunderbolt. Among their armies are people of so many different shapes, sizes and forms!” He exclaims, putting his arms out. “Look at them! A man wearing a lion skin, a woman, I think, no that might be a dude, standing on fire, a giant man with a hammer, and a woman with a lion head! These are all gods!” He exclaims, eyes wide. “Sure, this is probably just graffiti.” Elias told him, rolling his eyes. “No one could’ve done this! Besides, notice the little man at the bottom of this art. Wearing a red belt, black gauntlets that have gold bands on them. One of his arms is extending outwards with a blade coming out of it, and his leg has a golden circle around it. His back is turned against us, as if he’s challenging them. Challenging the gods.” He says. “Alright, just make sure you don’t go senile Old Man. 65 old ass.” Elias says, walking outside. “Don’t forget your 35! Just wait until you''re 40 that’ll do something.” El says to him, following. Just then a giant glowing object the size of a country falls on them, and the current El wakes up, sweating. “Hey old man, have a nightmare?’ Ethan asks. El is still sweating but gets up. “Where are we?” El asks. “Somewhere in the middle east. I don’t know where though. Hopefully nowhere where The Old Novas are. We’re refilling fuel.” Ethan responds. El nods and rests his head back. Outside, Lysander and Sanzang are sparring, trying out new attacks on each other. “The way you attack feels familiar." Lysander tells Sanzang. “I’m flattered you noticed a martial art.” Sanzang responds sarcastically before punching him in the jaw. Thea and Amane are refilling the fuel, while struggling to figure out how it works. As Lysander and Sanzang finish up, they see in the distance a tall man in a tank-top and jet black hair, and a lion belt made of solid gold. “Lysander, he looks like you, with the mussels and lack of clothing below his waist.” Sanzang laughs. Lysander alters his stance, preparing for a fight, but then gets punched into the ground. “WHOO. HAVEN’T DONE THAT IN A LONG TIME. HAVE AT IT!” The man says. Lysander is knocked out from this punch, and then Sanzang puts his hands up, and kicks the man in the head with a Divine Soul imbued kick. “Didn’t see that one coming, did ya?” Sanzang says. “You must be Hanuman’s Nova. Pleasure to meet you. Now get out of the land my kingdom once was in.” The man replied, and followed up by pulling his arm back and then sending a punch to the head, launching Sanzang 20 feet away. “Dude you hit like a truck…did you say ‘what was once your kingdom?’ This place has been uninhabited for thousands of years…but considering I suck with maps, maybe it is but it wouldn’t be a kingdom!” Sanzang commented. The man clenched his fists, and spoke in a booming voice. “I AM GILGAMESH. OR KING GILGAMESH TO MORTALS..”. He then ran up to Sanzang and kicked him with a Chaos Imbued kick to the side of his body. “Gilgamesh…wait, how would you be Gilgamesh? Wasn’t your whole story about how chasing immortality is useless and it’s better to live out your days happily?” Sanzang questioned. “Yes…but then the Trinexus came to my kingdom, taught me his fighting style, and showed me how to gain immortality. Then I lived to see the end of my original world and lived through this one.” Gilgamesh responded. “Your original world…immortality, what are you on about?! And what’s a Trinexus? Wait, did you say fighting style? Like a martial art?” Sanzang said. Gilgamesh, in an effort to get him to shut up, responded “Yes, a martial art.. I''ll teach it to you if you just shut up.”. Sanzang motioned, zipping his mouth closed and Gilgamesh started. “The martial art is Yuddham. Yuddham is a martial art based on imbuing Soul into basic attacks to power them up, and the chaotic nature of never using an attack twice in a fight unless it’s consecutively. It also uses multiple stances to do different attacks and adapt to the fight.” Gilgamesh put his right foot in front, widened the distance between his legs, keeping one arm by his waist and one in front of him. His hands were in a claw-like position, opened up, and in front out. “This is Monster Stance. It’s based on building momentum into your attacks to power them up in addition to imbuing Chaos Soul into them.” Gilgamesh said. Sanzang copied his stance and movements, almost perfectly. Gilgamesh noticed this and smirked, clearly impressed. “Next is Human Stance…” Gilgamesh told him, keeping his legs wide apart,and arms by his side, clenched in a fist. “It’s quite simple. It’s for defense, allows for good blocking and counter-attacking. There’s no specific Soul for this stance. Sanzang mimicked it again, and it was perfect, as if he was doing it from memory. Gilgamesh then kept his posture centered. His heels were always off the ground being held up by their toes and always bouncing up and down, quickly moving. One arm was palm first in front of their face, curled like a claw, and the other was bent by the waist. Sanzang quickly mimicked the position. “Looks like you got God Stance down. Speed is your friend. Keep kicking too.” Sanzang smiled, and asked “Can you teach me more?”. Gilgamesh waved his hands in the air and walked away. “You broke our deal, sorry man!” He stated, walking away. As he walked away Sanzang thanked him, and the king muttered “that’s 100% the Trinexus.”. Everyone waved to Sanzang to go back to the helicopter, and as they were flying away Lysander flipped Gilgamesh off screaming “THANKS FOR NOTHING YOU SON OF A BITCH!”. Gilgamesh responded by flipping him off as well.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.