| More tea, Master?
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| Yes, thank you!
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| Oh, no, haha. |
| Thank you, Master! |
| It’s a pleasure to serve someone as great as
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| you
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| Please, you’re too kind
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| Oh no, it’s true! |
| I’m honored to serve you. |
| You’re kind and you never lose your
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| temper. |
| even when you fight. |
| That’s the sign of a true master. |
| And to be
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| honest, (haha), I feel very safe knowing you love my restaurant — out of all
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| others throughout the realm
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| I consider this my home when I’m away from the temple
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| Yes, yes! |
| And because of that, no one ever thinks about assaulting me,
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| or any funny stuff, you know? |
| Haha.
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| Well, if anyone ever give you a hard time, you let me know, right away.
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| I’ll take care of them
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| I will! |
| Thank you. |
| thank you. |
| Um, Master?
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| Yes?
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| Master, I’m just a poor waiter, so please forgive my ignorance but you’re known
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| as the greatest fighter of all time and haven’t been defeated. |
| Even your
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| students are unbeatable by other schools. |
| Master — how do you become so
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| powerful?
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| I was trained by the Golden Warrior himself
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| The Golden Warrior? |
| I thought he was only a myth. |
| No one ever seen him before
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| No. The Golden Warrior was real, and very selective who he trained.
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| He picked only two students in his entire life: me and another student.
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| We were both just kids, around five years old then. |
| He raised us and taught us
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| discipline, honor, and to be just. |
| We were both like adopted sons to him,
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| and we each grew up to become powerful men in martial art. |
| Although both of us
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| were equal candidates, to protect the sacred scrolls, only one of us would be
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| given the honor. |
| And I was given that honor
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| What became of the Golden Warrior?
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| He was very old and became physically weak, but before he died he honored me
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| with the title of 'Guardian of the Sacred Scrolls' that was passed down from
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| his father, and from his father before him. |
| The Golden Warrior personally
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| placed the scrolls in my hands, and then he died. |
| May always he rest in peace
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| Whatever happened to the other student?
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| There was an attack on our temple and he was killed in the process.
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| The scrolls were almost stolen, but because my martial arts were on the level
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| of my teacher, I defeated our enemies and kept them safe. |
| So I’m proud to say
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| that the sacred scrolls have never been stolen and will always be safe,
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| the way my master wanted them
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| Since the other student was killed, who will you pass the scroll to,
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| when you’re ready?
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| My son, of course, he’s just as good as I am now. |
| It’s only natural,
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| and I’m sure my teacher would agree. |
| There’s no one else worthy enough to
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| touch them
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| Master, (haha), you so? |
| in all ways. |
| Is there anything (heh) you can do? |
| Heheh
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| Well I haven’t bit the iron dummy yet, but there’s no one who can!
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| Hahahahahahahahahaha.
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| More tea, Master?
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| Yes, thank you
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| Oh, by the way, Master!
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| Yes?
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| I’m curious — what was the name of the other student that trained with the
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| Golden Warrior, who was killed when you attacked?
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| His name was.
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| Sensei! |
| (What?)
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| Help us! |
| (Wha-oy?)
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| They’re fighting in the templeT They’re fighting in the temple! |
| (Who fighting?)
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| Sensei! |
| (Yes?)
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| Help us! |
| (Calm down!)
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| They’re fighting in the temple! |
| They’re fighting in the temple! |
| (Did you win?)
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| No one knew him, never seen him in the town
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| Stone doors, with this fists he start to pound
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| Before we open, knocked it down
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| Peeled force, hit the ground
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| Cleaned up the round, four fighters, that good
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| Walked in, confident as he entered
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| We surrounded like train, trapped him in the center
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| Led by the temple, strong as ??
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| When he murdered him, the rest just backed away
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| He made noise, screaming all the way
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| They were high pitched is all I can say
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| Master, listen, I’m concerned
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| He mastered everything you learned
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| The Vibrating Palm from far away, he’s that good
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| Temple guards CHANGed with the sharpened sword
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| Soldiers wanted but could not touch the feudal lord
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| I swear to you masses like I view the Lord
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| I’m compelling you! |
| Master, he’s in tune with Lord
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| He felt his energy when his chi struck
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| Then from his back he pulled out nunchuks
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| One by one I watched them fall, switching styles, he knew them all
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| Styles you don’t know, he knows, he’s that good
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| By the the temple was a mess and bloody
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| He broke the wood and bent up all our iron dummies
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| Our road to victory was looking very narrow
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| We dropped swords, picked up the bows and arrows
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| Flaming arrows at him in the air were turning
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| He grabbed them all and blew them out as they were burning
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| Threw them back, all returned, and mastered everything you learned
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| And he did not miss, yeah I tell you, he’s that good
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| Never got tired as he fought our best
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| Made them all spit blood once he touched their chest
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| Your most honored students, they ran for shelter
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| He was just spare children and their elders
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| Ripped temple flag right off pole
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| Said he seeked retribution for stolen scrolls
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| Master, listen, I’m concerned
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| He mastered everything you learned
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| You took him back, he challenged you, he’s that good |