Piro remained on his back as the Teacher stood over him. He listened intently as he tried to keep his panting down to a level where he could hear him speak. Ninamo was it? Still wasn't sure if he even was male. He looked sort of boy-ish but the robes and covered face made it hard to tell.<br/><br/>He finished the tale, one he found familiar as if he had read it long ago, yet he remained on his back, staring up at the sky to let it sink in. If this was all real, then immortal people are too? He tightened his grip on the staff in his hands, holding it up in the air in front of his face. This belonged to one of those immortal people. Son Goku, the Monkey King. It was too fantastical to believe, but the sharp pain in his back as he tried to move told him this place was real at least, but he highly doubted such a grand fate was destined for an ordinary person such as he. He was silent now, having knelt beside him and waited for him to respond, which was a laugh.<br/><br/>It started as a nervous smile, then went to a giggle, then a short laugh, finally going to a full bellow of laughter. He grunted with pain as he forced himself to sit up, waving his hand before his face.<br/><br/>"Stop, stop, stop. You can't be serious." he wiped his eyes, "I am not special or important at all. I'm a normal, teenage guy who just happens to be into the whole ancient china thing. There's no way something so important sounding could rely on someone like me! How can I fight to protect this thing anyway? I doubt I can learn Kung Fu from you in time to protect this staff and return it to the Monkey King." There was a long silence, then embarrassingly, his stomach growled loudly. His face flushed red for a moment and he struggled to his feet.<br/><br/>"You know, I think I need to stop being so negative and be more flexible." he said, "So where to then? Lead on, Teacher."