(He's skilled, as in, can use the skills without hurting himself. Like a beginner in a dojo)<br/><br/>Piro felt a breeze. He remembered the music and the light, both seemed so strong yet so comforting at the same time. The staff on the mantle was now in his hands, yet seemed new and the jewels seemed brighter and shinier. He blinked, noticing he was staring at the intricate stones in the staff and looked up, almost blinding himself again.<br/><br/>He was outside.<br/><br/>Wait, what? When did that happen? Did he pass out or something? Did he have a lapse in memory?<br/><br/>He was in a field surrounded by trees. The sun was shining and a gentle, warm breeze blowing making the tall grass sway to and fro. Birds chirped in the branches and the dull roar of the wind through the leaves sounded like waves on the shore. It was beautiful.<br/><br/>Then he noticed someone staring at him.<br/><br/>He jumped slightly at first, then looked them over. He wasn't sure if it was male or female because of the robes he wore, only a whisp of blue hair could be seen beside a smooth chin beneath the deep hooded robe.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"HuÄnyÃ­ng bÃ¹ Ã¨r rÃ©nxuÇŽn. WÇ’ yÄ«zhÃ­ zÃ i dÄ›ngzhe nÇ. YÇ’u qÃ­yÃº de tÇ”dÃ¬. DuÃ¬yÃº suÇ’ xuÇŽn fÇŽnhuÃ­ sÅ«nwÃ¹kÅng de gÅngzuÃ² rÃ©nyuÃ¡n dÃ i huÃ­. DuÃ¬ piÃ n rÃ©n de cuÃ²wÃ¹ de guÃ  yÃ¡ngtÃ³u mÃ i gÇ’urÃ²u de chÅngmÇŽn zhÃ ndÃ²u de xiÄnrÃ©n. WÇ’ de lÇŽoshÄ«. NÇ kÄ›yÇ jiÃ o wÇ’ Ninamo."</span>he said. The voice again made it hard to determine if it was a man or woman, so it oddly confused him. It sounded like an ancient dialect of chinese, probably Mandarin, but he only could pick out a few words.<br/><br/>Then suddenly, a yellow jewel on the staff began glowing and everything became clear.<br/><br/>"Welcome chosen one. I have been waiting for you. As has the rest of the land. For the chosen one to return bringing back the staff of the Monkey King. To right the deceitful wrong of a trickery filled battle of immortals. I am the Teacher. You may call me Ninamo."<br/><br/>"XuÇŽnzÃ© yÄ«gÃ¨?" he said, then quickly clasped his hand over his mouth, surprised that chinese came out. He released it, continuing on in the language he didn't know he knew, "I am the Chosen One? Chosen for what? Where am I?" he paused for a moment, glancing around, then added with narrowed eyes, "When am I?" Something told him he wasn't in Kansas anymore, so to speak.