Chapter 60: Big Bro Brock
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Chapter 60: Big Bro Brock
Jack raised a brow. Spar with you?
Dorman Whistles stared him in the eye. Yes, he said, smiling. Please?
Why do you ask that?
Because youre strong. I can tell; Im strong too. And these random weaklings arent enough to make me stronger, but you are.
Jack blinked. This was a bit too sudden. Hed barely spoken to the guy before.
I thought violence was forbidden.
In the town, yes. But we have training basements.
Jack looked deep into this guys eyes and found something familiar. The fire of a fighter burned there; the urge to test himself against worthy opponents and relish in battle.
He nodded slowly. Okay.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Brock cheered and climbed on Jacks shoulder, eager to watch two strong people go at it.
Are you sure, Jack? Edgar said from the side. What about the fights?
Dorman glared at him. Jack raised a hand. Its fine. The strong people will fight weak ones, mostly, so there wont be much to see. A spar will be better.
So, wanna go? Dorman asked. He looked like he couldnt wait. Jack shared the feeling.
Sure, he said. But come to my basement. Yours could be an ambush.
Fine by me. Lets go.
***
The previous night,
Brock felt the wind on his fur, the night breeze on his face. He bared his fangs in a smile.
He jumped from the rooftop to a hanging rope, using it like a branch to launch himself further forward. There were plenty of these ropes, and they made crossing the town fun.
Unfortunately, they werent always empty. Brock fell face-first into a white shirt, unlatching it and taking it with him. He barely managed to stick his head out of a shoulder opening; wrapped in white, he now resembled a ghost flying through the air. Thank the Monkey King there was no one on the streets to see him.
He paused on a rooftop to pull the shirt off him, dropped it on the flat wood, then almost jumped away again. At the last moment, he realized this wasnt polite. He gently folded the shirt first, then left it on the rooftop and flew away.
Big Bro would be so proud.
Brock admired Big Bro. He was so strong, like a big brorilla! He could lifta lot of weight!
Brock himself wasnt that strong, and that made him sad. However, it also lit a fire in him. He would become strong. He would make everyone proud. Big Bro, Father, and Mother. He would be the strongest brorilla, and then the pack would never send him away again! Father said it was for his own good, but Brock knew the truth. He clenched his little fists, unleashing a monkey cry in the still night air.
Eventually, it got exhausted and fell to the ground, at which point Brock dismounted.
The rest of the dogs were staring at him now, eyes filled with fear. Brock had no intention of harming them, of course; his heart hurt simply looking at them. These little dog bros desperately needed a big bro to guide them.
Suddenly, a thought struck Brock like a thunderbolt. Should he become their big bro? They were different species, but Big Bro had already shown Brock that different people could be bros.
But muscles are the most important, he thought with sadness. Two different desires warred inside him; on one side, he wanted to become the big bro of these dogs and help them. On the other, he wanted to spend all his time working out so he could become stronger and worthy of Big Bros brohood.
He hesitated for a moment, but eventually chose the second path. He needed to become strong. He didnt want to be kicked out of the pack again.
However, just as he was about to depart and leave the dog bros to their fate, a second thought struck him!
Wait! he realized. If muscles are the most important, why is Big Bro a big bro? Why is Father a big bro? They could be working out instead!
This was a predicament! Brock frowned and sat back down on his crate to consider the issue. There was something there; he just didnt know what. The dogs looked at him and waited, unsure of what was happening.
I know! he realized, slapping an open hand with the bottom of his fist. Father said all muscles are important. The heart has muscles too! Big Bros guide their little bros to work out their hearts!
His monkey mouth formed into a big o. What a truth he had discovered! Uu-ha-ha! he shouted.
He jumped up excitedly. He would become the big bro of these dog bros. They would be his pack!
Excited, he looked at the dogs and flexed his muscles to declare his decision. They didnt flex back, but that was okay; as a good big bro, hed teach them how to properly communicate with other bros.
Hed also teach them to work out. But first came another thing. He just couldnt bear to see his little bros skinny like that.
Reaching into his pocketBig Bro had asked him to wear a pair of red pantsBrock took out a pack of salami. He had been planning to use it as a snack for harder thoughts, but now, his little bros needed it.
The moment he took it out and opened it, the dogs jumped at it. Brock grabbed their muzzles and tossed them all away, then glared at them.
He was their big bro. They should show respect.
The dogs whimpered. Then, one by one, they looked down. Brock smiled warmly. He used his hands to cut the salami into five roughly equal pieces, then distributed it to his little bros. They practically tore into the poor salami.
Brock looked at them sadly. They were so poor and weakbut luckily, they now had a strong big bro to help them. He felt filled with pride, and his chest stuck out a bitundoubtedly from his heart muscles getting stronger. He was working out already!
Big Bros were so wise.
Suddenly, Brock wondered something else. If he trained his heart, what else could he train?
Head muscles! he realized. Big Bro sometimes sits in silence. He works out his head muscles. Brock should do the same.
He nodded, resolved to try what his Big Bro called cultivation instead of fighting the dumbbell all the time.
Then, as his little bros had already finished eating, he started showing them how to work out. They normally shouldnt do it right after food, butwell, they needed it.
With his guidance and a lot of hard work, these dog bros would become buff in no time at all!
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Chapter 60: Big Bro Brock
Jack raised a brow. Spar with you?
Dorman Whistles stared him in the eye. Yes, he said, smiling. Please?
Why do you ask that?
Because youre strong. I can tell; Im strong too. And these random weaklings arent enough to make me stronger, but you are.
Jack blinked. This was a bit too sudden. Hed barely spoken to the guy before.
I thought violence was forbidden.
In the town, yes. But we have training basements.
Jack looked deep into this guys eyes and found something familiar. The fire of a fighter burned there; the urge to test himself against worthy opponents and relish in battle.
He nodded slowly. Okay.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Brock cheered and climbed on Jacks shoulder, eager to watch two strong people go at it.
Are you sure, Jack? Edgar said from the side. What about the fights?
Dorman glared at him. Jack raised a hand. Its fine. The strong people will fight weak ones, mostly, so there wont be much to see. A spar will be better.
So, wanna go? Dorman asked. He looked like he couldnt wait. Jack shared the feeling.
Sure, he said. But come to my basement. Yours could be an ambush.
Fine by me. Lets go.
***
The previous night,
Brock felt the wind on his fur, the night breeze on his face. He bared his fangs in a smile.
He jumped from the rooftop to a hanging rope, using it like a branch to launch himself further forward. There were plenty of these ropes, and they made crossing the town fun.
Unfortunately, they werent always empty. Brock fell face-first into a white shirt, unlatching it and taking it with him. He barely managed to stick his head out of a shoulder opening; wrapped in white, he now resembled a ghost flying through the air. Thank the Monkey King there was no one on the streets to see him.
He paused on a rooftop to pull the shirt off him, dropped it on the flat wood, then almost jumped away again. At the last moment, he realized this wasnt polite. He gently folded the shirt first, then left it on the rooftop and flew away.
Big Bro would be so proud.
Brock admired Big Bro. He was so strong, like a big brorilla! He could lifta lot of weight!
Brock himself wasnt that strong, and that made him sad. However, it also lit a fire in him. He would become strong. He would make everyone proud. Big Bro, Father, and Mother. He would be the strongest brorilla, and then the pack would never send him away again! Father said it was for his own good, but Brock knew the truth. He clenched his little fists, unleashing a monkey cry in the still night air.
Eventually, it got exhausted and fell to the ground, at which point Brock dismounted.
The rest of the dogs were staring at him now, eyes filled with fear. Brock had no intention of harming them, of course; his heart hurt simply looking at them. These little dog bros desperately needed a big bro to guide them.
Suddenly, a thought struck Brock like a thunderbolt. Should he become their big bro? They were different species, but Big Bro had already shown Brock that different people could be bros.
But muscles are the most important, he thought with sadness. Two different desires warred inside him; on one side, he wanted to become the big bro of these dogs and help them. On the other, he wanted to spend all his time working out so he could become stronger and worthy of Big Bros brohood.
He hesitated for a moment, but eventually chose the second path. He needed to become strong. He didnt want to be kicked out of the pack again.
However, just as he was about to depart and leave the dog bros to their fate, a second thought struck him!
Wait! he realized. If muscles are the most important, why is Big Bro a big bro? Why is Father a big bro? They could be working out instead!
This was a predicament! Brock frowned and sat back down on his crate to consider the issue. There was something there; he just didnt know what. The dogs looked at him and waited, unsure of what was happening.
I know! he realized, slapping an open hand with the bottom of his fist. Father said all muscles are important. The heart has muscles too! Big Bros guide their little bros to work out their hearts!
His monkey mouth formed into a big o. What a truth he had discovered! Uu-ha-ha! he shouted.
He jumped up excitedly. He would become the big bro of these dog bros. They would be his pack!
Excited, he looked at the dogs and flexed his muscles to declare his decision. They didnt flex back, but that was okay; as a good big bro, hed teach them how to properly communicate with other bros.
Hed also teach them to work out. But first came another thing. He just couldnt bear to see his little bros skinny like that.
Reaching into his pocketBig Bro had asked him to wear a pair of red pantsBrock took out a pack of salami. He had been planning to use it as a snack for harder thoughts, but now, his little bros needed it.
The moment he took it out and opened it, the dogs jumped at it. Brock grabbed their muzzles and tossed them all away, then glared at them.
He was their big bro. They should show respect.
The dogs whimpered. Then, one by one, they looked down. Brock smiled warmly. He used his hands to cut the salami into five roughly equal pieces, then distributed it to his little bros. They practically tore into the poor salami.
Brock looked at them sadly. They were so poor and weakbut luckily, they now had a strong big bro to help them. He felt filled with pride, and his chest stuck out a bitundoubtedly from his heart muscles getting stronger. He was working out already!
Big Bros were so wise.
Suddenly, Brock wondered something else. If he trained his heart, what else could he train?
Head muscles! he realized. Big Bro sometimes sits in silence. He works out his head muscles. Brock should do the same.
He nodded, resolved to try what his Big Bro called cultivation instead of fighting the dumbbell all the time.
Then, as his little bros had already finished eating, he started showing them how to work out. They normally shouldnt do it right after food, butwell, they needed it.
With his guidance and a lot of hard work, these dog bros would become buff in no time at all!
Chapter 60: Big Bro BrockJack raised a brow. Spar with you?Dorman Whistles stared him in the eye. Yes, he said, smiling. Please?Why do you ask that?Because youre strong. I can tell; Im strong too. And these random weaklings arent enough to make me stronger, but you are.Jack blinked. This was a bit too sudden. Hed barely spoken to the guy before.I thought violence was forbidden.In the town, yes. But we have training basements.Jack looked deep into this guys eyes and found something familiar. The fire of a fighter burned there; the urge to test himself against worthy opponents and relish in battle.He nodded slowly. Okay.Nvl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.Brock cheered and climbed on Jacks shoulder, eager to watch two strong people go at it.Are you sure, Jack? Edgar said from the side. What about the fights?Dorman glared at him. Jack raised a hand. Its fine. The strong people will fight weak ones, mostly, so there wont be much to see. A spar will be better.So, wanna go? Dorman asked. He looked like he couldnt wait. Jack shared the feeling.Sure, he said. But come to my basement. Yours could be an ambush.Fine by me. Lets go.***The previous night,Brock felt the wind on his fur, the night breeze on his face. He bared his fangs in a smile.He jumped from the rooftop to a hanging rope, using it like a branch to launch himself further forward. There were plenty of these ropes, and they made crossing the town fun.Unfortunately, they werent always empty. Brock fell face-first into a white shirt, unlatching it and taking it with him. He barely managed to stick his head out of a shoulder opening; wrapped in white, he now resembled a ghost flying through the air. Thank the Monkey King there was no one on the streets to see him.He paused on a rooftop to pull the shirt off him, dropped it on the flat wood, then almost jumped away again. At the last moment, he realized this wasnt polite. He gently folded the shirt first, then left it on the rooftop and flew away.Big Bro would be so proud.Brock admired Big Bro. He was so strong, like a big brorilla! He could lifta lot of weight!Brock himself wasnt that strong, and that made him sad. However, it also lit a fire in him. He would become strong. He would make everyone proud. Big Bro, Father, and Mother. He would be the strongest brorilla, and then the pack would never send him away again! Father said it was for his own good, but Brock knew the truth. He clenched his little fists, unleashing a monkey cry in the still night air.Eventually, it got exhausted and fell to the ground, at which point Brock dismounted.The rest of the dogs were staring at him now, eyes filled with fear. Brock had no intention of harming them, of course; his heart hurt simply looking at them. These little dog bros desperately needed a big bro to guide them.Suddenly, a thought struck Brock like a thunderbolt. Should he become their big bro? They were different species, but Big Bro had already shown Brock that different people could be bros.But muscles are the most important, he thought with sadness. Two different desires warred inside him; on one side, he wanted to become the big bro of these dogs and help them. On the other, he wanted to spend all his time working out so he could become stronger and worthy of Big Bros brohood.He hesitated for a moment, but eventually chose the second path. He needed to become strong. He didnt want to be kicked out of the pack again.However, just as he was about to depart and leave the dog bros to their fate, a second thought struck him!Wait! he realized. If muscles are the most important, why is Big Bro a big bro? Why is Father a big bro? They could be working out instead!This was a predicament! Brock frowned and sat back down on his crate to consider the issue. There was something there; he just didnt know what. The dogs looked at him and waited, unsure of what was happening.I know! he realized, slapping an open hand with the bottom of his fist. Father said all muscles are important. The heart has muscles too! Big Bros guide their little bros to work out their hearts!His monkey mouth formed into a big o. What a truth he had discovered! Uu-ha-ha! he shouted.He jumped up excitedly. He would become the big bro of these dog bros. They would be his pack!Excited, he looked at the dogs and flexed his muscles to declare his decision. They didnt flex back, but that was okay; as a good big bro, hed teach them how to properly communicate with other bros.Hed also teach them to work out. But first came another thing. He just couldnt bear to see his little bros skinny like that.Reaching into his pocketBig Bro had asked him to wear a pair of red pantsBrock took out a pack of salami. He had been planning to use it as a snack for harder thoughts, but now, his little bros needed it.The moment he took it out and opened it, the dogs jumped at it. Brock grabbed their muzzles and tossed them all away, then glared at them.He was their big bro. They should show respect.The dogs whimpered. Then, one by one, they looked down. Brock smiled warmly. He used his hands to cut the salami into five roughly equal pieces, then distributed it to his little bros. They practically tore into the poor salami.Brock looked at them sadly. They were so poor and weakbut luckily, they now had a strong big bro to help them. He felt filled with pride, and his chest stuck out a bitundoubtedly from his heart muscles getting stronger. He was working out already!Big Bros were so wise.Suddenly, Brock wondered something else. If he trained his heart, what else could he train?Head muscles! he realized. Big Bro sometimes sits in silence. He works out his head muscles. Brock should do the same.He nodded, resolved to try what his Big Bro called cultivation instead of fighting the dumbbell all the time.Then, as his little bros had already finished eating, he started showing them how to work out. They normally shouldnt do it right after food, butwell, they needed it.With his guidance and a lot of hard work, these dog bros would become buff in no time at all!
