At one point in time, I might not have considered ever writing my views down into paper, and yet I see there is a sense of progress that can be taken from recounting one's actions. I make no motions towards defending my actions for the y are in the past now, but I do feel that they should be addressed and at least a bit explained. To begin, I will give a basic overview of my family.
My father Leon , a Hitmonlee dojo master of his time, was renowned on Dewford Island for his skills as a fighter, and from the day that I could walk on two legs, it became common belief that I would someday inherit my father's dojo and one day surpass him in skills. My mother, Chami was also well known as a psychic Medicham that used her abilities to excel in both martial arts and communing with people. To this day, I honestly wonder how she ended up with three sons all variations of Tyrogue and a daughter still a Tyrogue. Anyways, it was firmly believed that because I was born first, I would inherit the dojo and someday evolve into a Hitmonlee.
As a Tyrogue raised into a fighting dojo, I received the name Tai and was trained gruelingly every day to increase my attack and defense power. I will not go into the exact training methods, but I will say that over the course of fourteen years, it does make one a very dynamic person.
Chan, his birth name being Tailor, was born one year after myself, and with that, my father used us both and pitted one against the other so that we worked harder. With this new constant adversary and vier for my father's attention, I began to increase my attack strategies to more suit myself while Tailor, in response to this, increased his defense.
Tomtop, his birth name being Tyron, came into the family while I was only three. Yet even at such a young age, I was already somewhat cruel to him in ways children are, and yet Chan and Top developed a strange connection mostly out of fear of myself in which they banded together to try and defeat me.This would only seem to strengthen in later years.
Sven years after me, the youngest of us, Rogue was born as my mother's last ditch effort in her peculiar drive to produce a girl Medidate. Even though she was born a Tyrogue, Rogue became the center of our mother's universe. However, Rogue pushed away from our mother's extensive love and tried to act more like me, Tailor, and Tyron. In the end, it would somewhat crush my mother in a way we never expected.
As was stated before, time progressed, and I matured along with it developing a sharp inclination towards attack power. This left no doubt in anyone's mind that I would in fact evolve into a Hitmonlee and one day strive to become stronger and more popular than my predecessor of a father. Indeed, the change came on my fourteenth birthday when the first sign of hunters approached for the first time in the history of my life. It had been a shock to the community that surrounded the dojo as hunters, in their vile ways, began trying to capture the pokemon and gijinka of the area. My father beat them back bare handed or should I refer to it more plausibly bare footed as he kicked them all to kingdom come. However, one hunter remained and had taken Rogue in an instant. Feeling a surge of something that I may never feel again, I evolved and used a mega kick to beat the hunter into nothingness or rather kick him to the stars if you will. After my evolution, my father began to take me into private training sessions in order to build me into the next dojo master. They were stressful and extremely stamina depleting, and yet I wanted by that time to be strong. I wanted to be able to beat back anyone that came within three meters of my family.
Agitated by our father's sudden joy, Tailor began to work exceedingly hard determined to evolve and show that he could also be a leading dojo master. During that time, he often quarreled with me and would sometimes bring in Tyron as well. They would both fight me at once, and I would put them in their places again. I must say that the stress I caused them was somewhat better for them in the end.
Rogue, only seven or eight at the time, was still young enough to adhere to our mother's wishes and often worse extremely beautiful clothes. However, during that integral of time, she seemed to take on a more boyish demeanor and began to train more as a fighter. At first this worried my mother little, and yet as time progressed and Rogue began to favor our father more than our mother, it only caused more suffering to our mother who couldn't cope with not being able to shape a daughter.
To this day, I do not know what really killed my mother. I was only fifteen at the time. Chan who had finally pushed himself sharply enough to evolve and take on the name Chan was only fourteen. Tyron was was twelve or thirteen and had yet to evolve, and Rogue was eight and already pressing our father to train her. It was somewhat of a degradation is all I can honestly explain it as. The more our mother saw Rogue change, the more she seemed to suffer. Our mother stopped training, stopped seeing people, stopped eating as though something had sickened her very core, and yet none of us could find what was wrong with her. During that time, Rogue refused to see our mother no matter mine or anyone else's pleas. It was as though a rift had come between them and would not be crossed by either woman or young woman. Even as father demanded that Rogue talk to my mother, Rogue, for the first time, disobeyed my father's direct orders.
A few days after that, my mother passed on. It truly shocked the entire family beyond all recourse. Tyron, in a fit of uncontrollable emotion, evolved into a Hitmontop and fled the dojo. It took me three days to retrieve him, and when I finally caught up to him, he was in such a daze that I was unable to do anything for him but take him home. Chan blamed Rogue and began to start fighting with her constantly. However, for the longest time, Rogue would not fight back. My father fell ill and asked me to take over as master for at least the while that he was sick. This I did with both pain in heart and drive towards forgetting the past events.
That is all I will explain today. May someone find this one day in the future and learn something from it possibly.
-Lee
