>>19076213Men, so usually composed, charged at their foe with fists flailing wildly. Men, so knee deep in honor that under any other circumstance, they wouldn't dare throw themselves as a group at their opponent as they are now. Men, so ignorant in their pride, that they have to be broken to understand what true strength really is. All these men, are being parried, embarassed, shamed, utterly defeated. They try all they have learnt but receive no valor, they only get fractures, cuts and bruises for their efforts. To the side, cross armed, a single bead of sweat dripping from his tenured brow, Master Roshiko Zuna watches his students get utterly demolished by no man but a girl. His baby girl whom he cast out into the world for this very reason. He had hoped that by doing so she would either never cross his gaze again or perhaps be even humbled by the world. Neither has happened, the truth is, she has returned and she's worse than when she left. He speaks to himself in hushed tones
>Heavens protect us.>What manner of beast have I produced from my loins?(2/3)
