Shu KaiLin wanders through the crowd, looking every bit the country bumpkin loose in the Big City for the first time: her slack-jawed rubber-necking is a dead giveaway.<br/><br/>"Wow!  Who'da thunk?"<br/><br/>She pauses by the sign-up line for the Martial Arts Ballroom Dancing tournament and shakes her head.<br/><br/>"City folk!"<br/><br/>Bypassing the Martial Arts Rythmic Gymnastics Tournament, the Next To Last Chance Dojo Free-For-All Invitational, and the Fist of the Drunken Theatre Critic demonstration, she finds herself in a bottleneck!  After several minutes, it starts to break up until she finds herself standing before a small table manned by a very small, bald, wrinkly smiling old man.  He hands her a brush.<br/><br/>"Sign here, here, here, and here."<br/><br/>Shu obediently makes four X's.<br/><br/>"All right, here's your number."  He hands her a button with the number 44 on it.  NOT a good sign.<br/><br/>"Uh..."<br/><br/>"Welcome to Master Fong's Kitchen Ninjitsu Amateur Open Gymkhana!  Fight well, warrior.  Just go through there and wait for your number to be called."<br/><br/>"Uh...okay."<br/><br/>A very confused KaiLin goes thataway, unto the ready room, to await her (shudder) number.