(Sorry for a little character control. Need to move your character a bit for the fight. Won't be much.)<br/><br/>Training? Chosen one?<br/><br/>Wait 1650 B.C.?<br/><br/>Oh! He smiled, finally realizing what was going on. That old man probably had something burning in the room he was in to help with 'meditation' and he was asleep on the couch and dreaming all of this. He watched as he pulled a bead and transformed it into a jade staff.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">" She said simply as she now wielded a jade staff. "Let us see...what you know and what you must learn." She looked at him. "You hold great skill and power." She pointed the jade staff at him with one hand. "You will one day be given option to stay here with us...or go back to your own time. For now....we must begin your training and your journey chosen one. Tell me the name they call you by." She waited. "Then show me...your skill."</span></span><br/><br/>Yep. This is definitely a dream. It has time travel, mysterious strangers, and magic to boot. Whatever that old man was burning was definitely some good stuff. This all seemed so real...<br/><br/>He slipped his book bag off his shoulders and removed his phone and earphones from his hoodie pocket and put it inside. Then picking up his jewel encrusted staff, he pointed it at the mysterious person who was now challenging him to find out what he knew. This was his dream. There's no way he could lose. He heard that when a dreamer realizes he's dreaming and doesn't wake up, then the lucid dream becomes under the dreamer's control. This is what he intended to do right now.<br/><br/>"Piro." He said, "Piro YÄ«nghuÄ."<br/><br/>He only had one or two classes on the Staff, or Gun as it's called in China but he would win regardless as he should have super human ability since he can simply dream it so. He rushed at the cloaked person, staff raised high and he cried out a battle cry.<br/><br/>There was a sharp pain in his ankle, a brief glimpse of the ground, the view behind him, then the blue sky before his vision along with the exasperated feeling of the air being knocked from his lungs. It took him a moment to realize he was laying flat on his back with a rather annoyingly shaped rock sticking him in lower back.<br/><br/>"What happened?" he coughed. The Teacher stood, ready for more and Piro struggled to get to his feet, picking up the jeweled staff once more. This was his dream, right? Why was he just tossed around like it was nothing? He should be winning.<br/><br/>Again he rushed at him, but this time he jumped over the leg sweep and aimed for his side, closer to the armpit. In a graceful dip, the Teacher twisted as he followed through with the leg sweep, ducking under his attack. The Teacher then hopped up to stand and gave Piro a sharp jab in the back with the end of the Staff, causing him to stumble forward and fall in the dirt.<br/><br/>Cursing, Piro huffed and rolled over, and clamored to his feet. He rushed at the Teacher again, trying different approaches, targets and techniques at each rush, sometimes inventing new tactics as he approached, yet each time he ended up on his backside and in pain. eventually, he gave up and stayed on the ground, too sore and stiff to move.<br/><br/>"I give. You win." he panted, "What do you want from me? When do I wake up from this nightmare?"