Chapter 2: He is not a ordinary person
Seeing his mother die, he cried uncontrollably.
"Siddhārtha Gautamī emerged from behind him and said, 'Get out of here quickly! My father is coming to kill you. A general we were playing with wrote you down and told my father.' The queen's son shouted, 'One day I will destroy your kingdom!'"
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With that, the queen's son fled the scene. Siddhārtha Gautamī said tearfully, "I came here to save you, but you're threatening me." However, the queen's son had already disappeared.
**Escaping from there, the queen's son entered a large forest and saw a temple. It belonged to the Buddha. He approached the Buddha's temple and said, 'Oh God, why is my life so full of suffering? I only had one mother in my life. How can I live on now? The one I befriended was a princess, but she never revealed her identity. When her father found out, he had my mother killed. How can this world be so cruel? Ordinary people get killed for simply playing with a princess?'"
"A monk walking along the road saw the queen's son sitting in the temple. He approached him and asked what he was doing there. The queen's son replied, 'Those evil people killed my mother. I'm alone. How can I live?' The monk said, 'Then come with me. I will teach you cultivation, which will make you powerful.'"
"Did you see that child?' the king asked. 'No, Your Majesty. The child ran away from here. Find that child at all costs!' 'Yes, Your Majesty.'"
"What is cultivation?' the queen's son inquired. 'Cultivation is a practice that will enhance your abilities. After you learn it, you will need to learn martial arts.' 'I want to cultivate!' 'Oh, very well then. I will teach you for ten years.' 'Yes, monk.'"
Ten years later, the king still hadn't been able to find the messenger's son.
"It took ten years for a monk to teach me cultivation, and I even learned martial arts in just ten years. That monk also gave me a name. My name is Shree Yan. I'm very happy to have this name.'
"Shree Yan, how is your training going?' 'It's been going well, Monk.'
"Okay then, show me your martial arts. Show me what you've learned in these five years. Come, have a duel with me.' 'Finally, the day has come for me to duel you.'
"Let's do it. You attack me first.' 'Yes, Monk. Consider me your enemy. You have to focus on your opponent because you never know what they will do. Don't blink for a second; you might not even see your throat being slit.'
"AHH!"
"My neck! We are just practicing a duel. If it were real and I had a sword, I would have cut your throat before you could react.'
"Who are you talking to? I'm behind you."
Shree Yan's sword touched the monk's neck.
"Hey hey, I give up. Okay, Mr. Monk, if it's you, then who's that guy behind me?"
"Huh?"
Shadow clone?
"The person I was talking to just now was a shadow clone?"
"Genius!"
"He is a genius! How did you completely master this technique?"
"By practicing."
"By practicing?"
"To learn this technique, you must have many years of experience and be talented.'
"The monk thought to himself, 'This child has more experience than me. That's probably because this child is still young.'"
"How can a child do this? This child is not ordinary; this child is a prodigy."