<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong><em>Sha Wuqing</em></strong></span></span><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a7/fa/69/a7fa6911dd4ca7f05fbedf681450288a.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331816.msg15825236#msg15825236)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Power Level:</strong>260;<strong>Power Up:</strong>210<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>60;<strong>Hits:</strong>120;<strong>Move:</strong>5<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>N/a<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Getting a Job?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>With the first clue given to him, Sha found himself gravitating towards the Ramen truck with all haste and speed. He could feel his growling stomach and had missed more than a meal or two in his treck across the land. North City's noodles were nothing special, but to the hungry Monk, they tasted like they were laced with ambrosia.<br/><br/>Tourists were still something that threw Sha off a bit. He'd seen his fair share since leaving his monastary home, but that didn't stop him from getting confused by the concept every time. It seems so...alien to him. Spending your time, your effort, your energy, all to travel for the sake of travelling? No goal, no objective, no arc...Just travelling to feel something. It confused him deeply. Should it though? Wasn't what he was doing much the same? Travelling for the sake of travelling wasn't all that different to travelling for the sake of discovering an obscure goal, right? He could pretend that his pilgramage to discover how to best serve the vaccuous concept of the 'Balance of the World' was somehow more concrete and valid than their reason, but was it really?<br/><br/>Self-reflection aside, as well as the now-empty cardboard box of ramen and pork, Sha put a fistful of notes on the counter, overpaying the chef four times over. He glanced at the board next to the stand, familiar enough with these boards that offered easy work.  Normally he didn't pay the more long-standing jobs much attention; he liked to do some good, get enough information and money to move on, and then do just that. Still, he was stuck here for a while. He needed somewhere to sleep, and wash himself. He needed some food, and somewhere he could comfortably exercise. He also wanted to pick up a couple of books maybe. He hadn't read much since he left home ten months back...<br/><br/>Between the two obvious jobs on offer, he fancied himself more likely to play Bouncer than Waiter. He noted down both locations in his head, intending to apply to both. For most people that might be an issue, but Sha was a superhuman martial-artist who could split boulders with one finger. He could throw trees through the sky like rockets! What was a couple of jobs?<br/><br/>Without anything better to do, he stretched and dusted off his outfit. His shirt wasn't fancy or anything, but he was confident he could since the Bouncer Job if they just let him show what he could do. Asking one of the tourists for directions, he found himself pointed towards the 'Puff-Puff' parlour, the people giving him the strangest look when he smiled and thanked them.<br/><br/>...What was a Puff-Puff parlour?