Deep in the African forest, in a cave, a man and his son are sparing. "Now tell me again junior, what are the three key roles to being the strongest" The father shouts out as the son goes in for a right hook but gets blocked by his father with one hand while the other is behind his back. " Honor!" The son shouts as he goes for a high kick but switches direction mid-air and hits the back of the fathers left leg causing his leg to buckle and putting him down on one knee. "Power!" the son sends a kick to the right side of of his head, causing the father to lift up his mechanical right arm to block it. "And power!" The son screams out as the kick sends his father back a few feet. The father smiles as he stands up, walking over to his son and patting him on the shoulder "Well done junior, you are ready for the mantel of warrior" The boy looks up at his father, huffing and puffing after their sparing match and nods "I wont disappoint you father." they both walk out of the cave, surrounded by a forest that has been reduced to nothing for miles. "Father, is it true that I'm going to be the next thunder god?" The son ask. Before the father can reply, a voice calls out to them. "Dad, Ray!" They both look up and see a helicopter descending towards them. A little girl limps as fast as she can towards them, dropping her crutch as she jumps into her older brothers arms. "Crimson what are you doing here, you were supposed to wait for us back home." the father asks sternly. "Dad its fine, we are done anyways, i obviously won" Ray smirks. Rays father, stunned by his statement, clears his throat and wipes his head. "Obviously i was going easy on you junior, i wouldn't want to hurt the heir to the god of thunder throne" All three of them chuckle as they walk back to the helicopter