Week 1> Six Arhats. (rolls: 2,1,1,4,Special!)
Week 2> Spar. (rolls: 2,1,1,1,no special)
Week 3> Spar. (rolls: 4,2,2,1,no special)
Week 4> Spar. (rolls: 2,2,2,1,no special)
A rather boring month passed by, slowly, almost painfully so. Timie slowed to a crawl as every day seemed just like the previous one. Wake up, stretch, eat, train, eat, train, lecture, eat, train, sleep. There was a comforting regularity in all of this, and Wenlong found himself understanding why those monks on mountaintops slowly lost their interest in outside world. One could really lose oneself in this...
Well, anyone without slightly snaky sounding snarky slivers softly stabbed soul-deep during these slow, steady training sessions.
Oh no, this oaf again as sparring partner. You won't learn anything new today either.
You are aware that one sliver of poison is all it takes to kill that little screaming bitch, right? Oh, look how she flails her hands... amusing.
Oh, another lecture. I wish I had fingers to plug my ears.
You should stop sparring with children, it just builds bad habits. What, you're a child yourself? Huh, this morning I could have sworn I saw an unchildlike tent.
No, that blind guy again. That's just too embarrassing. Yes, I know he isn't really blind, but he keeps tripping whenever he changes directions... see?
No, breathe in through the nose, out through the mouth. Farting doesn't count as breathing.
Why aren't we at snake mountain again? Hmmm? Are you afraid of little snakes?
Sparring became easier and easier, his external skill increasing at a prodigious pace. Even now no one could really offer any challenge any longer, and sparring with the teacher was simply not done. So Wenlong found himself doing more and more solo practice.
Then, one day something snapped. Suddenly woken from the haze of monotony and trying to not listen to the little snake, Wenlong's eyes went wide at the snapped-in-half tree in front of him. He had spent half an hour just smacking his palm into it, training each one of the six movements of the Six Arhats Combine. Suddenly he tried to do them all at once, and a surge of power integrated every energy stream in hos body into a powerful strike, producing more than double the power he usually managed.
Huh. So that's why this is called Six Old Farts Combine Stinkiness style. Barely usable against children. Pffft. You'd be better off training poison and bamboo style. This is just... child's play.
Total stats:
External - 31+2+2+4+2=41
Internal - 74+1+1+2+2=80
Lightness - 45+1+1+2+2=51
Meridians - 59+2+2+2+1=66
New move: Six Arhats Combine Cannon. +30 to External for one move. Usable if opponent isn't forewarned or familiar with the move.
Options for month 4:
- Snake forest expedition
- Bamboo style practice
- Even more sparring
- Beast hunting
- Six Arhats Combine practice
- Quiet meditation
- Research opponents for the contest
Only one more month remaining after month 4 for training...
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:26, Sun 24 Oct 2021.