> One Punch Pony > by noncommittal brony > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was born into the family of one of the former guards in Celestia's service. There was nothing remarkable about my birth, or about myself. The same blind little foal who cannot speak is a unicorn. During the fourteen years of my subsequent life I failed to display any outstanding talent. I wasn't smart, I didn't understand art or magic, and I wasn't particularly good at sports. As you understand, I did not receive the insignia. Fortunately, my peers were not particularly interested in my situation. And in the worst cases, I could only hear a couple of insults addressed to me. My father tries to support me more than once, saying that I just haven’t found my path yet. And mom. Mom fell into eternal sleep five years ago. The only thing I ever wanted was to be left alone with myself. I'm not complaining, and I have no right to. I love my father and feel disappointed that I couldn't make him happy by trying to be a good son. This is how I lived until one fateful day. That morning I went to the market to do some shopping. The village in which my father and I lived was quite small. Literally, it would take only half an hour to completely bypass it. In general, I reached the market in a couple of minutes. Immediately, approaching the stands with food and other edible products, I began to scour my eyes for tomatoes and cucumbers. As soon as I found what I needed and asked the seller to put exactly a kilogram in my bag, I, having paid, turned around, ready to leave. "Look out! It's a dragon!" It took me a second to realize what I had heard. As soon as I raised my head up in search of a threat, the back of my body was immediately crushed by the paw of a large red winged lizard. The last thing I remember before losing consciousness from too much pain and broken bones was the thunderous laughter of the dragon.                  𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏𝟔:𝟎𝟏             𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭: I woke up on a bed in the doctor’s white room. Next to my bed, buried in the mattress, was sleeping my gray-haired and clearly exhausted-looking father, who, feeling me trying to move, immediately woke up. As it turns out, I survived the dragon's attack on the village. The consequences of this were a broken pelvis and hind legs. Which, according to the doctor, I can hardly use anymore. “Everything will be fine, Teddy, I promise.” Hugging me, my father said, holding back tears. “Dad.” I said quietly. “Yes, son.” Without weakening the grip of the hug, the father answered. "I know what I want to become." “This is wonderful, son. And what do you want to become?” Still hugging and holding me close, my father asked. "A hero." Regardless of the situation I found myself in, I was happy.  Years later, I finally realized what I wanted to become.  I had a goal and a dream.  During the time I spent in a coma, I lived life in my head, like Saitama.  A hero who can finish any fight with one blow.  Some might say that it was nothing more than a dream or a hallucination.  However, I knew that this was not the case.  These were memories of another past - me.                  𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏𝟑:𝟏𝟗               𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩: I was lying on the bed in my room at home. Exactly two weeks have passed since I woke up from coma. Most of the village was destroyed by a dragon attack.  However, having learned about our situation through a letter from the Headman, Celestia sent help in the form of a couple of dozen guards. Who, upon arrival, immediately began to display houses that had not yet been completely burned. All the residents did not sit idle either. Stallions and mares of different ages took part in all this. Even the little foals tried to help by chopping wood. The only one who couldn't do anything was me. There was a knock on my door.  “You can come in.” After I said the words, the door to the room opened, letting my father in with a tray of food. "Hey buddy. How was your day today?" He asked with a smile. “Still the same. Lying.” I answered a little apathetically.  “Oh, that’s cool! And I brought you some food.” Saying this, my father’s smile trembled a little with awkwardness.  “I have to get back to work. But if something happens, feel free to scream, I will hear.” Putting the tray on the nightstand next to the bed, my father immediately left. I looked at the tray for a second before throwing the blanket off my legs and getting into a sitting position on the bed.  Falling to the floor, I somehow got into a push-up position and began my daily workout routine. I had to use magic to lock my legs in place. Even though I was a bad magician, I knew basic spells like levitating objects. My goal was to get up to a hundred repetitions, but no matter how hard I tried, I could only do thirty. After the push-ups, I began to warm up my abs. After doing more than twenty repetitions, I climbed back onto the bed. My training regimen also included running ten kilometers and doing one hundred squats. However, in my current condition, I am unlikely to be able to walk or stand on my own anytime soon. Days and weeks passed in this manner. I trained, ate, slept and so on every day.  Only rarely reading new issues of "Power Ponies" and dreaming of his own heroic costume. At some point, my dreams went so far that they forced me to sit down at a notebook with pencils. The Power Ponies costume design was too crazy and absurd for me.  Saitama's suit was actually much better in the comfort aspects. Although the colors looked harmonious, in my opinion, they were too bright. As a result, it was decided to change the colors of the suit and fit it to my artiodactyl body.  Having made a careless sketch on a piece of notebook paper, my face immediately grimaced.  "I obviously don't know how to draw."                    𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏𝟑:𝟏𝟖                       𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫: Another month has passed.  Now I waited in boredom on the bench while the doctor looked at the X-ray of my legs.  My father was nearby, eagerly awaiting the announcement of the examination results. “I have news for you.” The doctor paused, putting the x-ray aside.  “In two weeks he’ll be able to walk.” My father froze, before bursting into happy laughter, and hugged me with all his might.  “I told you that everything would be fine!” The news also made me very happy. After all, the prospect of remaining crippled for the rest of my life did not appeal to me very much. But more importantly, I will be able to do running and squats. Of course, When my dad and I were getting ready to leave, the doctor warned us not to put too much strain on my legs after I recovered. That is, refrain from carrying too heavy objects. Returning home, Father prepared dinner.  And after it, in honor of my recovery, he allowed me to enjoy a whole bucket of chocolate ice cream. My stomach hurt all night, but I didn’t regret anything.                     𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏𝟎:𝟏𝟏                   𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫: The next month after my final recovery turned out to be more difficult than I had originally anticipated.  All my limbs were throbbing from the pain accumulated in them.  However, in the end, I still managed to do a hundred repetitions in each exercise and run ten kilometers.  I was proud of myself, but I understood that this was only the first step in my path to achieving strength. At the moment I was sitting in the kitchen with a newspaper in my hands.  One of the headlines was about the annual entrance exam for Canterlot Military School.  Usually, stallions trained in this place were immediately sent to serve in Celestia's castle.  The job, according to my father, paid quite well.  And considering that money was now tight in my family and village, my plans were to enter this educational institution.  I didn't want to be unemployed.