Seniors…
It's morning.
But I… haven't moved.
Twelve divine boars. One rhino monk. A gorilla that breathed on me once and made my soul flinch. They didn't ask. They didn't explain. They just charged.
I thought I was ready. I wasn't.
My meridians? Throbbing.
My bottleneck? Reduced to pulp.
My foundation? Rebuilt with grunts and hoofprints.
Seniors… at one point I tried to scream.
But the gorilla just… grunted louder.
I think it took my socks too.
Now my qi smells like sweat dirt, and regret.
I can't sit cross-legged anymore. My legs only squat now.
And every time I blink… I hear hoofbeats.
I fear I've entered the Dao of Aggressive Male Enlightenment.
But I think I liked it.
-He Who took the Tusk