No one knows how tall the Mountain is.
It has been thought by the few that there is no peak, but those who think that are brushed off as insane, comparable to those who think that the Earth is flat.
Those who hold hope in their hearts that the Mountain has a peak are called the Dreamers.
The reason is simple.
They dream for a hope that will never come to fruition, for a nonexistent reality.
Still, they go on. The stronger their hope, the stronger their delusion, the stronger they become. Dreamers are an awakened people, one Dreamer coming out of a batch of 100 people.
A Dreamer has the ability to control a special energy named Delusion, every person born with an innate amount of Delusion. This starting amount determines if they are able to awaken or if they are doomed to a life of normality. If one is an awakened, they are able to hone and increase their Delusion via various methods.
The most common method being meditation.
Though meditation is the most common, it is like the source of a river, splitting off into hundreds of tributaries to the point one style is completely different next to another style.
Delusion by itself, though, is pointless. That is the reason martial arts exist, as a catalyst for Delusion to serve a purpose.
The first martial artist, the inventor of the first martial art, is widely lost to history, their name the purpose of somes journey while the thought of the first martial artist is enough to keep the Dreamer going out of spite or jealousy.
From this point on, the story shall begin. Do not expect a magnificent story of a glorious hero, nor the story of a scheming villain doing it all for benefits. Nay, this is the story of a youth thrashing for his place to live, desperately trying to survive in a cruel world.