Yin had been in the town for a few days now, Monte Santo the locals called it. It was a sleepy town, well put together on the outside with a hidden poverty within. The spirits of the folk there seemed happy, the town prospered in it's own way, mainly through the means of logging the local area. Yin had noted a large house that must have been the home of the local authority. It was vastly similar to many of the other sleepy logging towns Yin had passed through along the long and winding roads of Brazil's back country. He sat himself down by the square of the town, putting his small satchel of things down on the ground next to him. The square was full, there seemed to be some sort of local festival taking place with a small stage area and various stalls dotted about. The crowds round about milled, some had come for the commerce others for the festivities. A strong crowd watched on as a local folk group sang in the native tongue about loves lost and loves yet to be. Yin smiled as he watched them, he was of a stock very similar to their own or at least in essence, and their ways held a feeling of nostalgia for him that he had not felt in some time.<span style="font-style: italic">I have restrained myself for so long, perhaps it should be here that I make my announcement?</span>Yin thought with amusement.<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps it should.</span>He stood then, drawing himself up as a confidant young man might after a cup of wine.<br/><br/>He made his way around the crowds and towards the stage, tarrying nonchalantly as he went, letting the folk band on the stage finish their last song and receive the praise that they deserved. As he approached the stage, he noted a young man holding a microphone whom Yin guessed to be the festivals host. "Excuse me sir!" Yin said. "I am a Chinese martial arts master, my name is Yin Jingshen. You might have seen me o--" Yin was hastily interrupted by the Host who greeted Yin with the enthusiasm of a star struck teen.<br/>"The World Martial arts championships! Yeah, I saw you! I can't believe it! How do you do sir!?" They shook hands vigorously.<br/>"Not bad, friend. Not bad," Yin replied heartily. "Say, would you mind if I spoke with the crowd for a moment?"<br/>"You mean, for free?" The Host replied dubiously.<br/>"Of course," Yin replied with mock offense.<br/>"Haha, okay! Yeah the crowd will love you, the whole town watched that tournament, they'll love this!" The host replied, ecstatic with the luck of finding such a celebrity within his radius. The Host ushered Yin onto the stage to a whooping and cheering crowd. Which Yin found strange, he was sure none of them had recognized him as Yin Jingshen yet. The Host began a short but energetic introduction, which received a return Yin had not expected. The crowd loved him, despite his loss at the tournament. His bewilderment was evident which prompted the Host to say; "They routed for you from the beginning, your fighting was perfect, they've never seen it before. The world loves you," as he passed Yin the microphone. Yin took it but was suddenly at a loss for words.<span style="font-style: italic">Who knew? The people have surprised me yet again.</span>He looked out at them, they looked back in rapt anticipation. Only the hushed murmur of voices could be heard, signaling that his time to speak had come.<br/>"Hello people, your admiration is humbling. I have been observing your town for the past few days. I have grown fond of it here, you remind me of my own people." That statement earned a brief cheer. "I have been looking for somewhere, a place that may hold great talent within it's streets. So far, I have found nowhere worthy but I have a feeling that today I've found the place I'm looking for." They cheered again, perceiving his comment to be a compliment and it was, of a sort. "I'm offering up a chance for one of you to be trained in the martial arts by myself for free. I will take as many students as are capable enough to endure my methods. If you wish to speak with me, I shall remain in the square for some time, enjoying the festivities and drinking wine." The crowd, though some were obviously considering his proposal, still whooped in merriment at the mention of alcohol. "Thank you again for having me, enjoy the rest of the show." Yin bowed as he said the last words, when he straitened he waved to the baying crowd and made his way back to his seat on the other side of the square. As he went, he shook the hands and greeted those that came to him. He noted however how few of them actually felt at ease enough to greet him, he felt the display of his power in his match with The Old Man had scared them somewhat, perhaps they wished not to offend. Perhaps, he had become a god to them. He got to his seat in due time and sat, a cup of wine already waiting for his lips. A few strong lads had followed him, eager to prove themselves. He looked at them with a smile, bringing the cup of wine to his lips. "I'm sorry boys, but I don't think you're gonna make the cut."<br/>"You haven't even spoken to us yet!" One shouted in response.<br/>"If you want to be my student show some respect, you boys won't do, you're too weak." Yin replied sternly, crossing his arms in an old fashioned way.<br/>"I bench press 175lbs, that's probably more than you weigh!" Another responded.<br/>Yin Laughed at that, their naivety amused him. "If you think your strength is in your arms friend, then you've already failed this test." Yin replied hotly. His words stinging like the burning sun.