(hahahaha its fine Donta-san. A long time ago when we first started RPing I had given you never ending permission for minor manipulation of my characters for situations like in this story. I trust you and I knew you'd heads up me at the top of your post =D and its cool. You read my mind a lot cuz that quite a bit of what I was thinking of doing.)<br/><br/><br/>Ninamo looked at him. What a curious young man he was. He looked at her and the area as if he thought he was in a dream. Perhaps...he was. Perhaps...he wasn't. Who were they to judge what was the dream...and what was reality? How was one to tell if one place was a dream? Or if it was another? If both were a dream or if neither were a dream? She wondered secretly, with a bit of mild amusement, just how long it would take her new student to realize he was not dreaming. How much pain he would endure or register. It didn't matter to her. She wanted to gauge so many things. Strength of swing. Strength behind strike. The impact force dealt by any possible strikes. His endurance. His stamina. How much he could take before he didn't get back up. Amongst many other things. This...this right now was showing her what he knew. What he had. What he had basic grasps of or on. Thus allowing her to know where she must start with each and every aspect. She would teach the chosen one and he would become extremely epic.<br/><br/>She listened to him. "Piro...Piro YÄ«nghuÄ. Nice to meet you...Piro, the chosen one. As I have said...I am...The Teacher. You may call me sensei or master or Ninamo sempai. Whatever term you wish to use it should be held and spoken with respect...for your mentor." She said still unable to tell if she was male or female.<br/><br/>She didn't need to see with her eyes unhidden by the hood of the cloak she wore. She had other methods to see just as well if not better than if she saw with just saw with her eyes. She could see out the hood yet no one would know it. So now she waited to see her students...determination. What happned next almost tore a giggle from within her lips. It was amusing. Seeing him running like a wild man at her like that. Hearing him let out that battle cry. It was so hard to not show her amusement or out right laugh. Such a strange and curious young man the chosen one was. What purpose did this method of his hold?<br/><br/>She didn't even move her body. Barely had to move at all. Her jade staff swung out and thwacked him in the ankles before knocking him off his feet and into the air. Carrying through with this single move she pressed up and angled. To send him through the rest of the aerial flip to land firmly on the ground She watched his body follow through. Saw him hit the ground mere seconds before he did. Afterwards her staff had moved to rest at ease along with her arm at her side. She then held it without any tension back in the waiting position.<br/><br/>For the moment after he impacted the ground she watched him. Saying not a word and not an expression upon her lips. She chuckled softly. "You were countered and defeated." She stated in a kind yet matter of fact voice. "Try again." She added moments later. Watching and waiting.<br/><br/>She watched him rush her and repeated the attack before. Even while testing his determination she was also teaching him. And he didn't even know it. She knew his intent to jump the leg sweep before he did by the motions and jerkings of his form. In a graceful dip she both avoid his wild hellion strike and twisted beautifully to follow through with the leg sweep. Like water through ones fingers she flowed through her move without tension or hesitation. Seconds later she "hopped" to standing again. With yet just another slight striking of her staff, she jabbed him gently or lightly in the back with it. Forcing his form to stumbly seem to fly forward and fall into the dirt.<br/><br/>To her side it went as she watched him. Lifting it up when he showed he was determined to keep going. That impressed her. Many at his skill level tended to stay down to avoid further pain and humiliation. Neither concept seemed to be at play here. This was actually a point in his favor, not that she would tell him, that he got back up again. She was impressed that although with barely a move, he failed over and over again, each and ever time he got back up to try it again. That was an impressive move of his. He showed more than just determination...he showed worth...and desire to learn. Great traits to have if he was going to be a student of hers<br/><br/>Then again......she would have taught him even if he failed her testings and failed to show such passionate determination. It was her duty as...The Teacher...to train and aide the chosen one on his journey. She admired his creativity with the different approaches, targets, and techniques each time he rushed at her. She had even let out a possibly notable chuckle of amusement and interest when he began making tactics. Yet the result of them was the same...a simple slight movement to counter. His inevitable resulting of landing upon his backside in pain.<br/><br/>However, she admired his courage and determination. Generally if a student of his skills and training hit the ground and received pain, the highest amount of retries was three or four at most. She had ceased counting after fifteen. So...unknowing or not...Piro had earned a higher level of respect than students his level had starting out. Just because he was the Chosen One...did not change his position as her student. She was impressed and respected his fierce determination. He had kept trying past even students who had been trianing and learning at higher beginner levels for years.<br/><br/>Yet...his skills were minimal at best. Almost none with the staff. He had been swinging and striking with it as if it were not the staff (Gun) but a club. That would not due. He would be disarmed with ease. No. He would need to learn to use it with beauty and grace. Versus this wild swing of the hellion with a club. She chuckled a bit at the image. He had endurance...this was good. He had a decent knowledge of working through pain. Of keeping trying no matter what.<br/><br/>His swing was too feral to judge accurately the TRUE force and swing behind a normal thrust, sweeep, strike, thwack or other impactings with the staff. Too feral to judge the TRUE speed with which he swung. Yet he knew how to hold it properly. Indicating at least a bare minimal slight amount of knowledge of the weapon he held. She looked ahead. Then back at him. So many things she had gauged, judged, viewed, seen, and witnessed all within that one session where she told him to...show her his determination. It was a fierce and strong determination. She would have expected no less from the Chosen One.<br/><br/>She finally listened to his words truly. A smiled that he could see crossed her lips. "I barely even moved Chosen One Piro. I was merely testing your determination. Evaluating many things...all from one simple request. You have fierce and strong determination far surpassing even those of mid to latter beginner student levels. I was impressed." She paused for a second. "I was impressed with how long you lasted. With how many times you got back up. How you still kept trying. I honestly thought three or four times tops...you would stay down. Say I give up. You win. As you just now did. You did not. In fact...you endured and kept trying again and again far more times than even students who are training in higher beginner levels than you are...and have been for years."<br/><br/>She stopped for a moment. "As such I was impressed when you did not cease. Yet over and over again you got up. You showed me your determination. That you are worthy of training by myself. Though even if you had not I would still train you. As...I am The Teacher. You...are the Chosen One. That is major reasong to train you." She stopped for a moment.<br/><br/>Her gaze moved to look at him. "Since it is only now...hours later. Many fails later...that you say those words...I am very impressed. You have earned a level of respect in one session...than students who have trained for years. I learned many things I was seeking to learn." She looked away. "That comment stated you have an extremely large amount to learn. You can rest now. Our next lesson will not even impact. I have evaluated what you know and where you are at with what you know." She paused for a second. "Congratulations Chosen One Piro...you have successfully passed the...Show Me Your Determination lesson and mission."<br/><br/>She looked at him. "I have already told you. You are the chosen one. However, I suppose you have earned hearing more. That staff you hold in your hands belongs to the Immortal known as the Monkey King. It was lost due to a last move by him. You are the Chosen One yet you have more in store for you than merely righting the wrongs of a deceitful and treacherous battle of past between immortals. More importantly..." She looked at him. "...you have a great and mighty destiny in store for you...Piro. I will be there to guide and train you."<br/><br/>She trailed off. "What do I want from you?" She echoed then smile. "Chosen One...it is not what I want...it is what you were destined to do since centuries before you were born. You were spoken of in prophecies. Your arrival that would lead you to achieve greatness and become greater in so many ways above and beyond what you could have ever imagined. Then....when all of your journies and adventures and becoming that which you were destined before birth to become...you will get a choice."<br/><br/>SHe looked up. "You may be given a choice by the Immortal Emperor and Empress...the Jade Emporer and Empress...to stay and return home." She looked at him. "This is not a nightmare. This is not a dream Chosen One...this is very real. You are here for great things." She trailed off. "First I will tell you what you need to know as of this point...about the prophecy that holds such epic and magnificient impact not only upon yourself...but of times yet to have come forth."<br/><br/>After a pause she recited the prophecy but only the parts he needed to know right now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">These times of now are not but the beginning of a tale leading into the ends which create the beginnings of a legends end.<br/>Whose end is the beginning of a brighter tomorrow.<br/>Our times of peace and tranquility shall in years forth fall into chaos and treachery.<br/>A deceitful battle between two mighty immortal entities shall launch forth this legend into coming to be.<br/>The rivers of time shall flow through the stitches of the time soaked weaver's loom and into the era of destiny.<br/>Within such time will be found the heralding proof of treachery hence past thus be key to whence the chosen one shall unlock the door of destiny.<br/>The chosen ones fateful path shall fix the wrongs of past and light the way into the true path towards enlightenment.</span></span></span><br/><br/>When she was finished she looked at him. "The deceitful battle between the two mighty immortal entities has since come and went. I, and all of the land, have been waiting for a very long time for your arrival Chosen One."<br/><br/>She stopped for a moment then looked at him. "Now...I will tell you more of the battle. As it pertains to whose staff you hold. And will inform you of why it is of such epic and powerful imprortance. Of why you must not hand it over to any save the one who it belongs to. The one who you were destined to return it to." She then started to tell him it. (see youtube and pretend its not easily told male or female) After she finished she fell silent. Letting him ahve time to sink it all in.<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRso62C0E6k"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/fRso62C0E6k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>