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Flickering Burst
“Extreme burst: first stage”
“First move.”
“Second move”
“Third move”
“Fourth move”
“Fifth move”
In a simulation chamber, the vigorous voice of a little boy was heard as he delivered ferocious attacks to a training dummy. Each punch, each kick, was executed with explosiveness deserving of the name of the technique. Even more impressive was the dummy. The dummy looked very ordinary, the only special trait it had was its color. It was entirely black, with no other color displayed alongside it. It remained steady, regardless of the ferocity of the attacks thrown
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