[Story] Way of the Empty Paw

Huashan-argent-dawn · November 26, 2024, 5:42pm

Prelude

Huashan jabbed the padded striking post with an open-paw jab, then followed through with an elbow and a rising knee strike. He backed up and repeated the sequence. Master Bho watched approvingly.

It had been a decade and a half since Master Bho began teaching the young Pandaran, but there was only so much a student could learn while confined to their small fishing village. Both Huashan’s martial skills and his mind would benefit from traveling.

The old master snapped out of his thoughts as Huashan spoke.

“Master Bho, I’ve done the sequence twenty times,” Huashan said, panting.

Master Bho nodded, a slight smile crossing his face. “Looks like it’s time for a break.”

The two made their way to the broken Mogu statue where they usually ate their lunch. The weathered stone figure loomed over them as they sat, the remnants of a culture long gone. Master Bho had already started a fire beneath the pot, and their noodles were boiling. Huashan filled two bowls, serving his master first.

“Eat plenty,” the elder said, his voice soft but firm. “Eat plenty, rest plenty, train hard.”

“Eat plenty, rest plenty, train hard!” Huashan echoed with a grin, the motto of Master Bho’s Empty Paw school.

After a moment of peaceful slurping, Master Bho looked up. “I have three tests for you, Huashan.”

Huashan’s ears perked up. He always loved a challenge.

Master Bho paused. “And if you succeed, I will give you one item from my fishing hut.”

The thought of a reward piqued Huashan’s interest. Master Bho had traveled across the big island in his youth, training at multiple temples and gathering rare and mysterious artifacts. Among them were the twin Jade Troll blades, which Huashan had eyed ever since he began his training.

“What are the tests!?” Huashan exclaimed eagerly.

Master Bho smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Take a rest. I will prepare them.”

The first test was set up on the shore. A stack of bamboo reeds was bunched up on either side of a stone holder.

“First, I will test your strength,” Master Bho said, nodding toward the reeds.

Huashan scratched his chin. He had broken reeds before, but never this many. The pile seemed almost insurmountable.

“Focus your energy, and strike!” Master Bho instructed.

Huashan took a deep breath and made a fist. Focusing his energy, he roared a loud “Kiyaaa!” and slammed his fist through the reeds. They splintered violently. A grin spread across his face.

Master Bho nodded. “Next, you will catch a fish.”

Huashan raised an eyebrow. “That’s not much of a challenge. I caught three this morning with my trap.”

Master Bho’s lips curved upward. “No. This test is to measure your speed. You must catch one using only your paws.”

As twilight fell, Huashan stood in the cool waters off the shore. It was the perfect time to fish, but without his tools, he had caught nothing.

He scanned the water, his keen eyes searching for movement. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a fish darting by. In a flash, he plunged his paws into the water—but the fish was gone.

Another fish swam past, but again Huashan’s swift paws missed their mark again. He frowned, frustrated. What was he doing wrong? His traps had no trouble catching fish. He pondered for a moment and then remembered something Master Bho had said: “This test is about speed.” But perhaps the real challenge was not speed alone, but patience.

With newfound clarity, Huashan slowed his breathing and let his paws settle motionless in the water. He waited, perfectly still. Time passed.

Then, a glimmer of movement. A fish, curious and unsuspecting, swam closer. Huashan’s instincts screamed to grab it, but he resisted the urge. His patience paid off. Slowly, the fish swam directly into his grasp. With a triumphant cheer, Huashan closed his paws around the catch.

Master Bho had built a small fire on the beach by the time Huashan emerged from the water, fish in hand.

“Very good,” the master said, nodding in approval. “Now for your final test.”

The two stood before the fire. Master Bho removed his bamboo hat, cracked his knuckles, and raised his paws in a guard, ready to spar. Huashan shook himself dry, then assumed his own stance.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air felt charged. Master Bho suddenly lunged forward with a series of straight punches. Huashan blocked and retreated, not sure what his master expected from him. Was this a test of his defense? Was he supposed to fight back?

Then, a sudden pain—a swift kick to his midriff. Huashan stumbled back. His master followed with a flying ax kick, and Huashan barely managed to roll out of the way. He was tired of being on the defensive.

If Master Bho wouldn’t tell him what to do, he’d decide for himself. He dropped into a low stance and threw a series of strikes: a jab, an elbow, and a rising knee—just like the sequence he had been practicing earlier.

Master Bho danced away from the attack, grinning. “You passed,” he said, bowing deeply. “You have learned all you will under my tutelage. Now it is time for you to find your own path.”

Huashan’s heart sank. “My own path? You won’t teach me anymore?” A wave of sadness washed over him. “What did I do wrong?”

Master Bho chuckled. “You did everything right, Huashan. Tomorrow, I will lend you my boat, and you will travel the big island. Make your village proud.”

Huashan stared, confused. “But… what about my reward?”

Back at the fishing hut, Huashan watched eagerly as Master Bho walked over to the wall, eyeing the twin Jade Troll blades.

Master Bho scratched his chin, glancing past them to an old Mogu-shaped half-mask. “That would be nice, but…”

His gaze drifted further to a shelf with throwing knives. Huashan’s eyes widened. Could it be the knives?

“Ah!” Master Bho said, turning around with a smile. He held up a jade teapot.

Huashan blinked, disoriented. “Master, I’d like my reward before we have tea.”

Master Bho’s grin widened. “This is your reward.”

“But… how will this make me stronger? What about the troll blades?" Huashan asked, his brow furrowing.

Master Bho glanced at the blades, then back at the teapot. "Oh, those old things? This will be more useful.”

Huashan hesitated, then realized he was being rude. He accepted the teapot, bowing deeply. “Thank you, Master.”

The next morning, Huashan stood at the edge of a small bamboo boat, his belongings packed. The teapot sat beside him. As he waved goodbye to the villagers gathered to see him off, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swelled within him.

It was time to begin his journey. But no matter what lay ahead, Huashan knew one thing: the future was in his paws.

Atahalni-argent-dawn · November 26, 2024, 7:09pm

What a nice and pawsitive story!

Huashan-argent-dawn · December 2, 2024, 5:01pm

Part 1 : The Whispering Bamboo

Huashan clung desperately to the bamboo boat as the storm raged around him. The waves hammered against the fragile vessel, each one threatening to tear it apart. Maybe leaving the village had been a mistake. Maybe he was foolish to set out alone, and now his adventure would end before it truly began. His mind raced with fearful thoughts, but he forced himself to focus.

He began counting his breaths—inhale for four, hold for four, exhale for four, then pause. Slowly, he regained control. The storm still raged, but panic no longer gripped him. With a clearer mind, Huashan scanned the horizon. A flash of lightning illuminated the darkened sky for just a moment.

There, in the distance—the shoreline of Pandaria.

He grabbed his paddle and began to row furiously, guiding the boat toward the shore. The sea tossed and turned, but he fought back with determination. Just as the shore was within reach, a monstrous wave surged toward him, flipping the boat with a mighty crash. Huashan was thrown into the churning water, his heart pounding as he struggled to the surface.

His boat was gone. His supplies—lost. But in the murky water, something caught his eye. The Jade Teapot his master had entrusted to him. His heart lifted as he snatched it from the waves and held it tight to his chest. With one arm wrapped around the teapot, he kicked and paddled toward the shore, the cold biting at him.

Finally, his feet touched solid ground. He stumbled, dragging himself onto the beach, his body too exhausted to go further. He collapsed in the sand, gasping for breath.

The next morning, Saosing was making her way along the shore, having sought shelter in a cave the previous night to avoid the worst of the storm. She had started a fire there, grateful to have stayed warm enough to avoid sickness before the upcoming Lower Valley Tournament.

As she walked, she spotted something unusual on the beach. Jogging toward it, she realized it was a Pandaren—unconscious, wet, and seemingly alone. “Oh no,” she whispered, kneeling beside him. She gently pushed him onto his side, rubbing his back.

The stranger stirred, blinking as he came to. “Where am I?” he asked, dazed.

Saosing tilted her head slightly, studying him. “You’re in the Southern Jade Forest. Are you alright?”

The Pandaren’s gaze drifted to the sea, his expression suddenly filled with sorrow. “My master’s boat…” he murmured, as if mourning the loss of something far more important than just a vessel.

Then, as if something had clicked, he shot up in a panic. “Wait!” His eyes darted around, and he scrambled to his feet, digging through the sand. With a triumphant shout, he pulled out the Jade Teapot, still intact. “Thank the Celestials!” he exclaimed, clutching it to his chest.

Saosing couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the teapot. It was strange, seeing someone so overjoyed at saving a simple object when his boat had been lost.

“Let me start a fire to get you dry,” she said. “You can tell me what happened.”

Later, Saosing and Huashan sat by the fire. She handed him some steamed buns, watching as he devoured them with grateful enthusiasm. As Huashan shared his tale of the storm, Saosing noted a cut on his forehead. She reached into her bag and pulled out her red scarf.

“This will help until we can find a healer,” she said, tying the scarf around his head. The fabric smelled faintly of jasmine, and Huashan’s expression softened as he looked at her.

“You didn’t have to help me like this,” he said. “But I’m very grateful.”

Saosing smiled, and glanced down. “I’m happy to help. I’m ahead of schedule anyway.”

“Schedule?” Huashan raised an eyebrow, curious.

She nodded. “I’m on my way to the Lower Valley Tournament. I’ve been training relentlessly. I’m the top student at my school, and now I want to prove that my school is the best in the valley.”

Huashan’s eyes widened. “You’re a martial artist?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

“Maybe I can compete too,” Huashan mused, his mind racing with the possibility.

Saosing’s grin widened. “I’d be eager to see your style,” she said.

Huashan stood up, stretching his arms. “I’d be happy to show you.”

Saosing drew a small circle in the sand. “The rules are simple,” she explained. “One paw stays inside the circle. If you step outside, you lose.”

Huashan wasn’t accustomed to such a confined space for fighting. Master Bho had always allowed him to move freely, using the entire training ground. Still, he was eager to try. He put stepped one paw in the circle, raising his fists. Saosing did the same.

The match was light, a playful exchange of taps. Huashan tried to keep his strikes quick and close, relying on his fists, elbows, and knees rather than his usual long-range kicks. Saosing seemed to slip around his strikes with ease, her movements swift and precise, but she never seemed to be pushing him too hard.

“Very good, Huashan,” Saosing said, grinning. “Your style is similar to mine. I can’t wait to see how you fare in the competition. Let’s travel together, and we can practice more on the way. It’ll keep us both sharp.”

Huashan smiled, grateful for her company. “I’d like that.”

The two Pandaren journeyed together for several more days. Along the way, Huashan did his best to repay Saosing’s kindness, catching fish every day and preparing them for her. She delighted in his cooking, and they shared many stories and laughs as they traveled.

Piranesi-argent-dawn · December 2, 2024, 8:06pm

Love these stories. The immersion is great, and you manage to convey a lot of Huashan’s personality with very sparse words, a skill I particularly value in writing. I look forward to reading about the upcoming Tournament.

Huashan-argent-dawn · December 9, 2024, 3:04am

The tournament grounds were situated in a large clearing on the coast, a place Huashan and Saosing had been following for days. Carts selling food and souvenirs lined the edges, the scents of grilled meats and steaming dumplings wafting through the air, making Huashan’s stomach growl. The Jade Forest around them was lush and vibrant, but they had mostly relied on the sea for sustenance during their travels. Still, some variety in their diet was definitely needed.

A man wearing a headband jogged towards them. “Is that a Hozen?” Huashan asked, squinting at the newcomer.

Saosing shook her head. “I think he’s human or elf… but he’s definitely strange.”

“Greetings!” the man exclaimed, suddenly bowing deeply. “Or, how do you say in your language—‘Om nom’?”

Saosing blinked, unsure of whether he was making fun of them. “Is he mocking us?” Huashan asked, his brow furrowed.

“Oh no!” the man said quickly, his face flushed with embarrassment. “My most humble apologies. I am Jiuhua.”

Huashan glanced past him, distracted by the nearby food carts, his stomach growling again. “Are you here to spectate or compete?” Jiuhua asked.

Before Huashan could respond, a short Pandaren suddenly pushed past both of them, standing between them in the most rude fashion. “I am here to compete,” the Pandaren said with a grin.

Both Huashan and Saosing blinked at the stranger. “So are we,” Huashan said quickly, noticing the twin sai on the Pandaren’s belt. His mind flashed to the twin troll blades in Master Bho’s room back home.

“Uh, okay,” the man muttered, a bit taken aback. “One at a time, please.” He pulled out a scroll and began scribbling. “School and name, please.”

“School of the E-” Huashan started.

“Weian. No school,” the Pandaren interrupted abruptly, walking away without further explanation.

“School of the Empty Paw, Huashan,” Huashan said. “And I am Saosing of the Whispering Bamboo School,” Saosing added.

The human nodded, still scribbling. “Got it… thank you.” Huashan’s gaze followed the rude Pandaren as he disappeared into the crowd. “I hope I face him,” Huashan muttered to Saosing, his eyes narrowing.

Huashan was happily munching on dumplings as Saosing tried to center herself, sitting cross-legged and meditating nearby. He couldn’t help but smile—he was delighted to find out that competitors could eat for free, and many vendors seemed eager to boast that their food would help them win.

Jiuhua, the man they had met earlier, was frantically reviewing scrolls next to an older Pandaren, while the rude Pandaren was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, fireworks erupted into the sky, followed by several more in rapid succession. A large Pandaren with a drum began to play, drawing the attention of the crowd.

Huashan and Saosing quickly joined the gathering.

The elder Pandaren stepped forward. He began speaking, but his words were drowned out by the pounding of the drum. After a moment, he stopped, visibly annoyed, and shouted something that silenced the drumming instantly.

“As I was saying, welcome to the Lower Valley Tournament!” he announced with a booming voice. "I see many schools from all across the Forest have honored us with their fighters. It is my sincere pleasure to welcome you all. Our tournament, as most of you know, is sudden death—once you lose a match, you are out…” He continued with the rules, detailing the circle fight format Huashan had been practicing for the past few days. By the time he was finished, Huashan had lost interest and was already on his way back to the food carts.

“First round! Empty Paw School!” the announcer shouted. “Against Tian Monastery!” Huashan hurried back, cracking his knuckles.

Huashan squared up with his opponent in the ring, a slight disappointment gnawing at him. He had hoped to face the rude Pandaren first, but it seemed the universe had other plans. Instead, his opponent was a tall, serious-looking monk from Tian Monastery.

“Tian Monastery, Jialing,” the monk said, bowing with one fist pressed against the other palm.

“School of the Empty Paw, Huashan,” Huashan replied, mimicking the gesture.

The elder glanced between them, nodding. “Begin!” he shouted.

Jialing wasted no time, launching into a series of quick jabs aimed at Huashan’s face. Huashan was fast enough to block them, but the strikes were coming so quickly that he could barely keep up. When he attempted to counter, Jialing’s paw caught him square in the face, sending him staggering back. The force of the hit was a shock. In his training with Master Bho and Saosing, sparring had always been light and playful. But here, in the ring, the strikes were far more brutal.

“Huashan! Return your guard faster!” Saosing shouted from the sidelines.

The monk’s attacks kept coming—punch after punch aimed at Huashan’s face. He barely had time to react, his arms growing heavier as his defensive stance weakened.

“Easy, breathe! Move your head off the line!” Saosing shouted again, but Huashan was overwhelmed. A punch landed in his midriff, and he buckled to one knee, gasping for air.

He pushed himself back up, but Jialing was relentless. A powerful swing of both fists sent Huashan tumbling back.

As he hit the ground, Huashan blinked in surprise. He had already been thinking ahead to his next rounds, but now… he was out.

“Good job, Huashan,” Saosing said as she ran up, her voice filled with encouragement.

Jialing gave a respectful bow, and Huashan quickly rose to return the gesture. The elder Pandaren nodded in approval. “Well fought, both of you.”

“Next round: School of Three Plagues?” the elder said, his voice uncertain as he looked at his scroll. “Against no school? Oh heavens, what is going on here?”

He frowned at the scroll, and Jiuhua hurried up to whisper something in his ear.

“Ah, I see. Weian,” the elder said, shaking his head.

Huashan stared at the rude Pandaren now facing off against a strange, thin creature. The creature wore a mask and hood, but Huashan could see that his body was unnaturally skeletal beneath the clothes.

“I heard the human call him something—‘Forsaken,’” Saosing whispered to him. “What does that mean?”

“I have no idea,” Huashan admitted.

The creature bowed, his voice soft. “Three Plagues, Rat,” he said.

“Rat?” Huashan blinked in confusion.

“Okay, Rat,” Weian said with a grin. “Let’s make this quick.”

He raised his fist, ready to strike. But before he could, the creature ducked low and jabbed two bony fingers under Weian’s elbow, sending a shock of pain through the Pandaren.

“What’s happening?” Huashan murmured, watching in awe.

Saosing was equally puzzled. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

The creature, Rat, made a quick tiger fist and struck Weian in the temple. The Pandaren crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he even hit the dirt.

The elder Pandaren and a group of healers rushed onto the field, but it was clear: the match was over.

“Winner… Rat!” the elder called, stunned.

“Next up: Whispering Bamboo against Iron Ox Body!”

A massive Pandaren, easily twice the size of the average competitor, made his way into the ring. Huashan felt a knot tighten in his stomach. This tournament was not going as he’d hoped.

“Good luck,” Saosing said, her voice full of excitement as she quickly tied her hair into a bun. “Wish me luck!”

“Good luck!” Huashan said, though his heart was heavy with doubt.

Saosing faced the huge Iron Ox Body Pandaren, whose stance was low and wide, like a mountain waiting to strike. Saosing was smaller, but her movements were fluid and precise, her body weaving around the giant’s every attempt to grab hold of her.

Huashan watched in shock as Saosing avoided every one of the Pandaren’s massive arms with surprising grace. Her footwork was flawless, her timing impeccable.

“Kia!” she shouted, catching her opponent with a rising elbow to the chin. The giant Pandaren wavered but caught himself. Without hesitation, Saosing drove two quick punches into his gut, and as he lowered his guard, she landed a perfect uppercut. The Iron Ox Body Pandaren finally staggered back and his foot left the circle.

“Saosing, you did it!” Huashan cheered, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement.

Saosing smiled, bowing respectfully to her opponent. “Whispering Bamboo School wins!” the elder called out. “That concludes our first day of the tournament. Please join us tomorrow for the final rounds, where our three fierce finalists will compete for the title.”

That evening, Huashan stared up at the stars, disappointment weighing heavily on him. He had come to the tournament with high hopes, but had fallen short. He imagined Master Bho’s disapproving gaze and felt the sting of failure.

“Huashan,” Saosing called softly from behind him. “The competitors are sharing stories, won’t you join us?”

He frowned. “I’m not sure. I didn’t do very well.”

Saosing sat beside him, her expression gentle. “It’s alright, Huashan,” she said quietly. “I didn’t do well in my first tournaments either. In fact, most don’t. But you had the courage to test yourself. That’s something to be proud of.”

Huashan turned to look at her, a smile slowly forming on his face. “Okay. I guess I’ll just have to train harder,” he said, his resolve hardening.

Mongken-argent-dawn · December 16, 2024, 6:07pm

The giant Pandaren’s laughter echoed as the Tian Monk’s fist landed on his vast belly. “Nothing beats the Iron Ox Body!” he boasted, then spotted Saosing as she rejoined the group. “Except that girl!” He pointed at her and burst into laughter.

The monk smiled and bowed in acknowledgment. “Very impressive,” he said, before turning his attention to Huashan. “Thank you for taking it easy on me earlier.”

Huashan returned the bow. “I can still feel that double punch,” he said, smiling wryly. He glanced around the fire, noting the presence of all the combatants, including the rude Pandaren and the stoic Forsaken, though both sat with their arms crossed.

Huashan reached for his Jade Teapot from Saosing’s pack, carefully placing it above the fire. The Tian Monk’s eyes widened. “A curious pot,” he remarked, studying the serpent carvings in the jade. “Where did you find this?”

Huashan bowed again. “My master gave it to me before sending me off to explore the world.”

The monk nodded thoughtfully. “A precious gift indeed. I’ve heard stories of teapots like this, said to help balance the chi of those who drink its brew.”

Huashan blinked, considering this. He had felt unusually swift in recovering from the shipwreck. “Is that true, Huashan?” Saosing asked, noticing her own lack of fatigue after their long days of travel and training since he joined her.

“Hmp. So the brat was cheating and couldn’t even win,” Weian muttered, rolling his eyes.

Huashan’s glare met Weian’s. “I thought it was just a really nice teapot,” he said quietly. “No cheating.”

The large Pandaren chuckled. “There was no cheating,” he said. “It’s not like you were drinking it during the fight. It just helped your training.” He leaned in closer, looking Huashan directly in the eyes. “My name’s Mongken,” he said. “And I’m very interested in buying that pot.”

Huashan bowed politely. “I must decline,” he explained. “As it is a gift from my master, it is priceless to me.”

Mongken nodded sagely. “Then I’ll make do with a cup of its tea.”

Huashan smiled and served tea for everyone, even for Weian, before the Pandaren beers came out.

The next day, Huashan awoke to the sounds of fireworks and drums. Saosing was already up and practicing her movement drills. Huashan felt a twinge of nervousness. The monk was fast, and Huashan had no idea what techniques the Forsaken used. Weian had seemed utterly powerless against him.

He couldn’t sit idly by—he had to help his friend. “Saosing!” he called, scrambling to his feet. “What can I do to help?”

She smiled and nodded toward the food carts. “If you could get me breakfast, I can focus on my drills.”

Huashan hurried to obey, determined to help in any way he could.

Later, the finalists were called forward. The elder Pandaren spoke gravely. “We have an uneven number of combatants, so the matchups will be decided by fate.” He produced three long bamboo splinters. “Each person will draw; the shortest piece fights the winner of the first match.”

Saosing grinned as she drew her splinter. It was the longest. The Tian Monk drew his next, and his piece was similarly long.

From the sidelines, Huashan watched with growing anticipation. Saosing would have to fight twice if she won. But now he realized: the Jade Teapot could help her recover between bouts. “Don’t worry, Saosing! I’ll have the tea ready!” he shouted. She gave him a quick smile and a nod.

Saosing stepped into the circle with confidence, her grin wide. The tall monk before her remained calm, but she could feel the energy of the match already. This was her day.

Huashan was surprised to see Weian back at the fire. He had expected the rude Pandaren to watch the match, but instead, Weian was holding Huashan’s teapot.

“What are you doing?” Huashan asked, frowning. “I can make you tea if you want.”

Weian sneered, put the teapot behind him and drew his sai. “This is mine now,” he said, threatening with a glint of malice.

Huashan’s fists clenched in anger. “I don’t think so.”

The match began. Saosing danced around the monk’s lightning-fast strikes. She was quick, but the monk’s relentless pace made her sweat. She grinned—time for a change in tactics. When his fist came at her again, she blocked it with her elbow. The monk hesitated, and she could feel the damage done to his paw. She kept dodging and meeting his attacks with her elbows, wearing him down. Slowly, his strikes lost their conviction.

Then, surprisingly, the monk grabbed her jacket.

Huashan, meanwhile, was dealing with Weian, who lashed out with the hilt of his sai. Pain shot through Huashan’s arms, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm. He had lost yesterday, but there was no way he’d lose Master Bho’s teapot. Weian might have weapons, but Huashan had the Empty Paw training. He jabbed twice, forcing Weian’s hands up before sidestepping and landing a roundhouse kick to his gut. Weian doubled over, but before Huashan could act again, Weian spun his sai toward Huashan’s face.

Back in the ring, Saosing lowered her weight, keeping one foot firmly planted in the circle. The monk was strong, but Saosing’s resolve was unwavering. She continued to grapple, swimming in her arms and getting underhooks, trying to unbalance him.

Just then, Weian’s eyes widened as he heard Mongken’s heavy footsteps. The Pandaren was running toward him, bamboo stick slung over his shoulder. Weian turned and ran.

“What’s going on?” Mongken asked.

“He was trying to steal my teapot,” Huashan said, his voice tight with frustration. “But it doesn’t matter. We need to focus on getting Saosing ready for her next round.”

Saosing’s movements grew more laborious as the monk’s strength tested her will. But then, with a sudden shift, she grabbed his ankle, spun, and sent him sprawling out of the ring.

“Whispering Bamboo wins!” the elder announced. The crowd erupted into applause. Saosing and the monk exchanged respectful bows.

“Very impressive,” the monk said, offering a smile.

“Thank you for going easy on me,” Saosing replied politely.

Saosing turned to Huashan, who was already running toward her with a steaming cup of tea. “That was amazing!” he exclaimed. “Here, drink this before your next round.”

She cracked her neck. “Nah, I think I’m good,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Rat, weaving through the crowd.

The elder grinned. “Are you both ready?”

Saosing nodded eagerly, her stance firm. “Let’s go.”

The fight began with a flurry of strikes. Saosing’s quick reflexes kept Rat off balance, the Forsaken tried to land a paralyzing blow. But Saosing moved too quickly, her paw redirecting the attack. Then with a swift backhand, she sent Rat staggering, she used the opportunity to grab him and sweep his legs out from under him.

“Winner! Whispering Bamboo school!” the elder called.

Rat rose to his feet and bowed deeply. “Incredible,” he admitted. “Your defense left me no opening.”

Saosing returned his bow with a proud smile before raising her fists in victory. The crowd roared. Huashan ran up to her, swept her into a hug, and shouted, “That was amazing!”

She laughed. “How about that tea now?” Her exhaustion catching up to her.

Huashan-argent-dawn · December 22, 2024, 4:59pm

Huashan stood across from the towering Mogu, the construct’s booming laugh echoing through the air as it swung a massive blade toward him. With a swift, fluid motion, Huashan dodged the strike, his movements as smooth and precise as Saosing’s. A grin spread across his face as he flexed his arms, their strength rivaling that of Mongken’s. He thrust his fists together, and flames erupted around them.

“Let me introduce you to the way off the Empty Paw…” he muttered, his voice a mix of confidence and excitement.

With a burst of speed, faster than Jialing’s swiftest dash, Huashan lunged forward. He leapt onto the edge of the Mogu’s blade, running up its curve with the grace of a breeze, light as a feather and swift as the wind. As he prepared to strike, a flash of color caught his eye—a strange, winged lizard darting by. Startled, Huashan lost his balance and began to fall, his body tumbling uncontrollably.

“Ow,” he whispered as he jolted awake on the cold, misty ground. Disappointment washed over him as he clenched his fist, feeling the sharp contrast between the strength of his dream self and the reality of his waking body.

He glanced over at Saosing, his heart swelled with joy for her victory the day before.

Rising, he moved to start breakfast. Most of the tournament participants had already left, but Jialing and Mongken remained. Mongken was swinging heavy, rectangular rocks around, while Jialing repeatedly bent through his knees, his focus unwavering.

“What are you two doing?” Huashan asked, genuinely curious.

“Conditioning,” Jialing replied, his voice calm but firm. “Building strength,” Mongken added, grinning.

Huashan raised an eyebrow. Perhaps his dream held more than just fleeting moments of grandeur. “Please show me,” he said.

Jialing’s grin widened. “I’ll teach you three exercises to build strength. Do these every morning before your day begins.” The monk dropped to his knuckles and toes, his body steady and strong. “First, balance here, then bend your arms and push yourself back up.” Mongken demonstrated a push-up, and Huashan followed suit, his movements a little shaky but determined.

“Next,” Mongken continued, “lie on your back, sit up, then lie down again.”

Huashan mirrored the motion, feeling the muscles in his core awaken.

“Finally, bend through your knees and stand back up.”

Huashan nodded as he followed the last exercise. “This feels easy,” he said skeptically.

Jialing smiled. “Start with a few, then work your way up to a hundred, every morning. After that, push even further.”

Huashan’s eyes brightened. “And what about those stones?” he asked, pointing to the heavy locks Mongken was using.

Mongken chuckled. “These are stone locks. You grip the handle and use them for different exercises. It’ll take time, but you’ll get there.”

Huashan reached for one, but it barely budged. Mongken laughed, a deep, hearty sound. “Don’t worry. These are my level. Work on Jialing’s routine, and when you’re ready, come find me at my school in the West. A few months of training with me, and you’ll have arms like these!” The large Pandaren flexed his massive muscles with pride.

A spark ignited in Huashan’s mind. Could he combine the strengths of different styles? If he did, could he elevate the Empty Paw school to new heights? He grinned. “Okay! I’ll do it!”

When Saosing awoke, she found her friends immersed in their exercises. A soft smile graced her lips. After years of dedication, she had finally achieved her goals. The prize? A large sack of rice, vegetables, and prawns. But her true victory was much more meaningful—getting her family’s school, the Whispering Bamboo, into the spotlight. She knew that many who had witnessed her prowess would send their children to train under her.

“There’s our champion,” Mongken exclaimed, spotting her rise. The trio applauded and bowed.

Feeling a flush of embarrassment, Saosing returned the bow with a humble smile. “I’ll prepare breakfast today,” she offered. “Since you did it yesterday, Huashan.”

Huashan rushed over, shaking his head. “Oh no, you won the tournament. Let me do it!”

Saosing smiled warmly. “I’m still the same person. You go back to your exercises.”

Huashan hesitated before speaking again. “Actually, I was thinking… Maybe we could travel together for a while longer. You could help me improve my defense.”

Saosing’s eyes sparkled. “Of course!” she exclaimed, already eager to continue their journey.

“Perhaps I may join you as well?” a high-pitched voice interrupted.

The pair turned to see a small creature approaching them—a gnome, with an oversized pack and an odd air of self-importance.

“Hozen?” Huashan asked Saosing, confused.

“No! I am a gnome, sir!” the creature squeaked. “My name is Mister Fizzledop, and I would like to hire you.”

Huashan scratched his chin. “Hire me?”

“Not you,” the gnome said dismissively, waving a tiny hand. “Her! I need a bodyguard to accompany me to Paw’don village. I’ll pay you one silver a day.”

Saosing blinked in surprise. “What about me?” Huashan asked, slightly offended.

Mister Fizzledop scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, I suppose you can come along… as long as you don’t slow us down too much.”

Saosing spoke up, her confident demeanor returning. “Huashan is a talented martial artist. He’ll be helpful. I’m headed to my dojo near Paw’don, and I’ll accept your offer, but Huashan will come with me. We’ll take one silver and fifty copper, split evenly between us.”

The gnome paused, his beady eyes narrowing as he thought it over. “Very well,” he said finally, extending his tiny hand. “You have a deal.” Saosing shook it firmly.

After breakfast, the group bid their farewells. Huashan promised to visit both the monk and Mongken, eager to continue his training. Mister Fizzledop climbed onto the back of his yak, which was burdened with an enormous collection of items.

“What is all this?” Huashan asked, eyes wide.

“Essentials,” Mister Fizzledop replied, his voice full of pride. “More is coming by boat.”

Huashan blinked, glancing down at his simple belongings—a teapot and his clothes. He couldn’t understand why such a small creature needed so much.

“Ready to go?” Saosing asked, a camping bag slung over one shoulder and a sack of rice under the other arm.

“I’ll carry the rice,” Huashan said, lifting it with ease. “Maybe I can try some of those lifts Mongken was doing while we walk.”

Mongken-argent-dawn · December 29, 2024, 8:35pm

The two Pandaren walked through the countryside, the Gnome trailing behind them on his yak. The sun had begun to set, casting a golden glow across the landscape. Huashan, with a rice bag hoisted above his head, was rhythmically lifting and lowering it. “How come you need bodyguards for a simple walk, mister?” Huashan asked after a while.

“I heard there’ve been packs of Hozen scouting this area recently,” the Gnome replied, shaking his compass.

Huashan nodded sagely, adjusting the rice bag. “I see,” he said thoughtfully. “One more question, though.”

Fizzledop sighed, already regretting the conversation. “What now?”

“You’re sure you’re not a Hozen?” Huashan asked, setting the rice bag down for a moment, his arms aching with the strain.

“I am not a Hozen!” the Gnome snapped, clearly irked. “Hozen are savage beasts. If they catch us, they’d likely roast us for dinner!” His voice dropped as he added with a shudder, “And I’d probably be the appetizer.”

Huashan blinked and glanced around nervously, suddenly feeling the weight of the Gnome’s words. “We should have asked for more coins,” he muttered under his breath.

Saosing shrugged nonchalantly. “I was heading this way anyway.”

She looked around at the sprawling fields, dotted with distant mountains. “Let’s set up camp soon.”

Fizzledop pulled out a small telescope, scanning the horizon. “Alright, alright,” he muttered, lowering the scope. “I’ve got dried Gnuggets for dinner, at least.”

Huashan accepted one of the Gnuggets hesitantly. His refined Pandaren taste buds were less than impressed. He nodded politely but couldn’t suppress a grimace. “We could do that… but perhaps I can offer an alternative.”

The campfire crackled as Huashan enthusiastically chopped vegetables and mushrooms. Saosing stirred two pots bubbling over the fire, humming softly as the savory aromas filled the air. Fizzledop watched in awe, his mouth watering. He’d grown used to simple meals on the road, but these Pandaren were making a true feast.

“After dinner, we can work on your defense,” Saosing said, stirring one of the pots.

Huashan glanced up, as he added the chopped vegetables to one of the pots. “What do you have in mind?” he asked.

Saosing smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “We’ll practice in the small circle, like at the tournament. But this time, you’re not allowed to strike back.”

Huashan frowned, raising an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound fair.”

Saosing shrugged. “You said you wanted to improve your defense. This exercise will do it.”

Before Huashan could protest further, a loud shout interrupted him.

“GUYS!” Fizzledop screamed. The two Pandaren turned in time to see him pointing frantically into the distance. “The Hozen are here!”

A pack of wild, four-legged figures was racing toward them, shrieking as they bounced through the tall grass. Huashan narrowed his eyes, immediately shifting into a ready stance. “Mister Fizzledop,” Saosing began, “please watch the pots.”

With a resigned grunt, she cracked her knuckles and began walking toward the incoming Hozen, her posture relaxed but poised.

The Hozen descended upon them like a storm, snarling and shrieking. Fizzledop, in a panic, hid behind his yak, while Huashan and Saosing held their ground, fending off the chaotic onslaught.

Saosing was handling two of the Hozen while a third leapt at Huashan, claws extended, but he was ready. With a powerful kick, he sent the creature flying back. A second Hozen made a dash for the pots, but Huashan quickly swept its legs, sending it tumbling into the dirt.

The first creature Huashan had knocked down quickly latched onto his foot, and before he knew it, the second Hozen had jumped on his back, trying to overpower him.

Huashan gritted his teeth and struggled to maintain his balance, but the creature’s weight was forcing him down. “Wait!” a voice called out. He froze and glanced toward Saosing, who was running toward the fire as one of the pots overflowed, her hands outstretched. “Mister Fizzledop!” she shouted, “You were supposed to watch these!”

Fizzledop peered nervously over his yak, while the Hozen she was fighting hesitated, confused by her sudden shift in focus. Saosing hurriedly took the pots off the fire.

After a long, tense pause, Saosing took a deep breath. “Alright then,” she said, glancing at the surrounding Hozen, “let’s share the food. There’s enough for all of us.”

Later, the four Hozen, two Pandaren, and the Gnome sat around the fire, their bowls filled with the hearty shrimp and rice soup. Huashan, still mulling over the battle, found himself in deep thought.

Fizzledop, meanwhile, was clearly uneasy, glancing around nervously. It was clear he didn’t trust the Hozen, even now. “Ook hork!” one of the Hozen yelled, tossing his empty bowl into the air and running back toward the pots.

Saosing simply smiled as she served another round of the soup. Mister Fizzledop scowled, fidgeting with his bowl. “I’m starting to think this was a mistake,” he muttered. “Now we’ll never get rid of them.”

Huashan, however, seemed unfazed. He was already attempting to engage with the Hozen, who were clearly amused by his attempts to communicate. “Ook, hook?” he asked, trying to mimic their strange language.

“What does that mean?” Saosing asked, her curiosity piqued.

Huashan shrugged, glancing at the Hozen as they burst into laughter. “I’m not sure. But they keep saying it.” He turned back to them and said, “Ook shook, gruk book?”

The Hozen howled with laughter. One of them clutched its stomach, barely able to breathe from the hilarity of Huashan’s attempts. “You horks so dumb!” one Hozen cackled.

Fizzledop, ever the opportunist, seized the moment. “Dumb?” he said, feigning disbelief. “I’ve heard that Pandaren are the smartest and fastest race in Pandaria.”

The Hozen continued to laugh, some rolling on the ground in fits of hysterics. “Hozen smartest and fastest, hork!” one of them exclaimed.

Fizzledop scratched his head, looking at the Pandaren with a sly grin. “Well, maybe I hired the wrong people, then.”

Huashan gasped, his eyes wide. “Don’t say that, Mister Fizzledop!”

Fizzledop concealed his smile behind his hand. “No, it’s true,” he said dramatically.

Saosing raised an eyebrow. “I bet I’m much smarter and faster than these guys,” Huashan added.

The Hozen kept laughing, enjoying the exchange immensely. “What you bet, gruk?” one Hozen asked.

“Me bet five ook!” another Hozen chimed in.

“Me bet six!” a third Hozen added, upping the ante.

Fizzledop grinned, then made a bold suggestion. “How about a wager? The loser has to carry this big rock over his head for one whole day and night.”

The Hozen went wild with laughter. The idea was so absurd that they could barely contain themselves. Huashan’s patience was wearing thin, but he didn’t back down. “Fine,” he said.

The Hozen’s laughter died down as they considered the bet. “The temple of the Jade Serpent,” Fizzledop said with a flourish, “First group to get there wins.”

The Hozen’s smiles faded into uncertainty. “That temple very far away, at least ten days!” one of them protested.

Fizzledop chuckled, crossing his arms. “It looks like the Pandaren are the fastest after all.”

Huashan furrowed his brow. “I thought we were going to—”

“Now, now,” Fizzledop interrupted, “No need to gloat. It’s not their fault that Hozen are slow.”

The Hozen group began to rumble with anger. “Bad bet, hork! We’ll see you at the temple and we’ll see who’s faster!” one Hozen spat. “They don’t even know the fast routes,” another taunted.

Frowning, Fizzledop waved them off. “We’ll see you there.”

As the Hozen group took off toward the North, Mister Fizzledop wiped his brow. “That should take care of our problem,” he said, glancing at his Pandaren bodyguards.

Saosing grinned. “Well done.”

Huashan sighed, his shoulders sagging. “Lifting that rock sounds like a challenge. We better get going to too.”

Fizzledop frowned at Huashan then laughed. “We’re not actually going there, it was just a trick to get rid of them, you Gnugget!”

Huashan-argent-dawn · January 4, 2025, 3:06pm

Huashan kept his fists close to his head, his movements sharp as he slipped past Saosing’s strikes. In this training exercise, he wasn’t allowed to attack, focusing solely on defense. To make it even more challenging, he had to keep one foot inside a small circle. The pressure was immense, but it sharpened his skills.

Saosing launched a powerful roundhouse kick. Huashan blocked it with his own shin, feeling the force reverberate up his leg. “Well done, Huashan!” Saosing said with a smile, bowing to signal the end of their session.

“Remember,” she added, her tone turning serious, “Defense is pressure.”

Huashan nodded and returned the bow. The training had become part of his daily routine, a reprieve from the haunting memory of his loss at the tournament. Every meal since their encounter with the hozen had been followed with rigorous practice, and he was feeling stronger, more confident, than he had in a long time.

A voice called from behind them, breaking his reverie. “If you’re done, I believe we can make it to the village before nightfall,” Mister Fizzledop chimed from atop his yak.

Saosing glanced up, her eyes narrowing as a snowflake landed on Huashan’s shoulder. The wind was picking up, turning the world to a gray blur. “Yes,” she replied, pulling her cloak tighter around her. “We’d better hurry. This weather’s turning fast.”

“I didn’t expect it to get cold so soon after the tournament,” Saosing shouted over the gusts of wind.

Huashan frowned. “I hope the hozen are all right.”

Mister Fizzledop, nestled under a fur pelt on his yak, poked his spyglass out and grinned. “I think I see Paw’don ahead!”

Half an hour later, the gates of the village loomed ahead, and Huashan’s eyes widened. The town was larger than any he had seen before, lanterns glowed warmly from every window, and flags fluttered in the wind, one read: “Madam Musu Sushi.”

“Let’s get inside!” Huashan shouted, already moving toward the entrance.

Saosing and Mister Fizzledop followed quickly, and a stablehand emerged to take care of the yak. The two Pandaren bowed to the animal before heading into the warmth of the building. Huashan shook the snow off his fur as they approached the bar, the smell of hearty food welcoming them.

“Warm soup?” asked an elderly Pandaren woman behind the counter. She was small, with a slight hunch, her smile kind but distant.

“Yes, please,” Saosing said eagerly.

The old woman set to work, preparing three steaming bowls of mushroom soup. Huashan eagerly picked up his spoon and slurped. “This is amazing!” he exclaimed, savoring the rich, earthy flavor.

Madam Musu smiled but then glanced at Mister Fizzledop, her eyes dimming slightly. “We don’t often see hozen around here,” she remarked.

“I’m not a hozen!” Mister Fizzledop blurted out, his cheeks flushing in indignation.

“Mister Fizzledop, please,” Saosing interjected with a soft but firm voice.

The gnome huffed but returned to his soup, grumbling under his breath.

“So, what’s next?” Huashan asked, his gaze shifting back to Saosing.

She smiled warmly. “Once the storm passes, I’ll head back to my dojo to clean up before the students arrive. What about you?”

Huashan thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I’m not sure. Maybe I can help you clean up.”

“Today’s special is Emperor crab sushi,” Madam Musu said, bringing them another dish.

Huashan took a bite and froze. This was the most incredible thing he had ever tasted. “Wow!” he exclaimed, his voice loud in the quiet restaurant. “What is this? This is delicious!”

Madam Musu beamed and bowed shyly. Mister Fizzledop, however, silently devoured his rolls, trying not to show his delight.

Huashan glanced out the window, watching the snowstorm intensify. “The roads might be treacherous during winter,” he said. “Madam Musu, do you need help around here? I’m a good cook, and I’d be happy to work for lodging and food.”

Madam Musu hesitated, glancing around the small restaurant. “I’m not sure,” she said slowly.

“He’s a hard worker,” Saosing added, her voice filled with quiet confidence. “And you can train at my dojo between shifts.”

The old woman looked at her stock of ingredients and sighed. “It would be good to have someone help lift the heavy things,” she admitted. “And there’s a back room where I could put a cot.”

Huashan grinned. “Perfect!” he said, feeling the weight of the decision lift from his shoulders. “Mister Fizzledop, what about you? I’m not sure you’d be much help with lifting things, but maybe you can help clean?”

The gnome made a face, clearly affronted by the suggestion. “I have a workshop here in town,” he declared proudly. “As soon as my supplies arrive, I’ll get to work.”

Saosing raised an eyebrow. “What work?”

“Modernization, of course!” Mister Fizzledop said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “I’m bringing gnome civilization to Pandaria. Think about it: machines to work the fields, to fish, to cook!”

Huashan frowned. “But I like fishing and cooking,” he said, a note of protest in his voice.

Mister Fizzledop didn’t seem to hear him. “Imagine it!” he continued, hands gesturing wildly. “You won’t even need to practise your martial arts anymore. My robots will protect everyone, and no one will need to fight!”

Saosing’s expression darkened. “The goal of our martial arts isn’t just protection. It’s about maintaining balance, strength in mind and body, and living courageously in the world around us.”

But the gnome was already lost in his dream, oblivious to the others. Saosing’s worry deepened. She feared that Mister Fizzledop would never understand their way of life.

Meanwhile, Huashan was eagerly asking Madam Musu about her cooking techniques. At least here, for the winter, he would have a purpose and a warm place to stay.

Mongken-argent-dawn · January 11, 2025, 2:02pm

Huashan woke up and rolled out of his cot, landing on his knuckles with practiced ease. The cold ground bit at his fists as he began his morning push-ups, the rhythmic motion driving warmth into his muscles. For months, he had kept his morning routine, training through the long winter, and now the clearing skies promised the arrival of spring.

Once finished, he sprang to his feet and jogged to the kitchen, where the scent of breakfast greeted him. Madam Musu stood by the stove, her movements steady and precise as she prepared the morning meal.

“Good morning,” Huashan said, bowing respectfully.

The elderly Pandaren returned the bow with a warm, quiet smile. Though she wasn’t one for chatter, she had grown fond of the young Pandaren. His energy had brought life to her home, and his mystical teapot had made her feel more vibrant than she had in years.

She ladled steaming noodles into two bowls, then served tea from Huashan’s teapot to complete the meal. “How is your martial arts training coming along?” she asked as they sat down.

“Great!” Huashan exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. “I think I’m twice the fighter I was before I arrived on the main island.” He grinned, slurping up a mouthful of noodles.

Madam Musu chuckled softly and bowed her head. “I’d like to see your progress someday.”

“You should come to the next tournament,” Huashan said eagerly. “You’d see what I can really do!”

The old lady nodded with a twinkle in her eye. “Perhaps I will. For now, though, would you care to join the communal flow in the square? It’s good for health, even for a martial artist.”

Huashan hesitated, knowing the village’s morning exercises were gentle and meditative, not the intense training he pursued. “I’m afraid I can’t today,” he replied apologetically. “I’m training with Saosing until noon.”

“I thought as much,” she said with an understanding smile.

Realizing the time, Huashan shot to his feet. “I need to get moving!” He grabbed a steamed bun, bowed hastily, and dashed out the door, only to rush back in a moment later to bow again.

Madam Musu grinned, her eyes crinkling with amusement, and returned the bow.

Huashan sprinted through Paw’don Village, the steamed bun clenched between his teeth. The streets were still quiet, most villagers still tucked in their beds. As he ran, something caught his eye, a massive ship anchored off the coast. He paused briefly, curiosity tugging at him, but the call of training was stronger.

He plunged into the bamboo forest beyond the village. The dense canopy filtered the morning light, casting patterns on the snowy path. It had taken him weeks to learn the twisting trails, but now his feet carried him effortlessly. Soon, the familiar sight of Saosing’s Whispering Bamboo Dojo came into view.

Saosing knelt before her family shrine, whispering a quiet prayer. Huashan knew little of her parents, except that they had retired after her tournament victory, leaving her to carry on the dojo’s legacy. His own past was hazy; his earliest memories were of Master Bho’s guidance. His parents had perished during the demon invasion a decade ago, leaving behind only faint echoes in his mind.

“Good morning, Huashan,” Saosing greeted warmly as she rose and turned. A smile lit her face as she bowed.

“Good morning!” Huashan replied, returning the bow with enthusiasm.

“You can warm up with ladder drills today,” she said, gesturing toward a wooden ladder laid flat on the ground.

He nodded, wolfing down the last of his bun before taking his stance. Stepping quickly between the rungs, he moved with precision, his footwork smooth and deliberate. At the end of each step, he unleashed a flurry of punches, adding kicks, elbows, and knees as his routine intensified.

Saosing watched him with pride. Under her guidance, Huashan’s agility had flourished. He wasn’t a natural athlete, but his enthusiasm and hard work made up for that.

By the time the younger students arrived, Huashan was in full flow. Despite their smaller stature, he treated them as equals, patiently encouraging their efforts. This humility was one of his greatest strengths, Saosing thought as she instructed the group to follow his lead.

After agility drills, the class paired off to practice combinations. The dojo echoed with the steady rhythm of strikes, each student honing their technique with focus and care.

By late morning, Huashan was back in Madam Musu’s kitchen. She stood at the counter, wrapping dumplings with deft fingers.

“Huashan, could you take the basket of failed dumplings to Mister Fizzledop?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. “They didn’t turn out as well as I’d hoped, but I don’t want them to go to waste.”

Huashan smiled, knowing the dumplings looked just fine. Madam Musu was too kind to admit she was simply helping out the struggling merchant.

“I’ll bring them over,” he promised, lifting the basket carefully.

As he headed out, the aroma of freshly steamed dumplings accompanied him, a simple reminder of the warmth and community of Paw’don Village.

Huashan-argent-dawn · January 18, 2025, 4:22am

Mister Fizzledop’s shop was as chaotic as ever, a cluttered labyrinth of gears, wires, and half-finished contraptions. The gnome himself was bent over a workbench, sparks flying as he welded something incomprehensible.

“Uhm, Mister Fizzledop?” Huashan called, stepping gingerly over a pile of sprockets.

The gnome paused and looked up, his goggles perched crookedly on his soot-covered face. “Ah, it’s you,” he said with a frown that barely masked his curiosity.

“Madam Musu asked me to bring you these,” Huashan said, holding up a carefully wrapped bundle.

Fizzlepop’s eyes betrayed a glimmer of excitement, but he quickly composed himself. “Very well, hand them over.”

As the gnome accepted the package, Huashan glanced at the bench. “What’s that you’re working on?” he asked, nodding toward the tangle of wires and metal.

“This?” Fizzledop sighed theatrically. “This is genius being squandered in a backwater village. It’s a device that-” He caught Huashan’s glazed expression and groaned. “It lets you find fish.”

“That’s amazing!” Huashan exclaimed, his enthusiasm genuine. He then noticed a faint green glow from under a cloth nearby. “And what about that?”

“Never mind that!” the gnome snapped, hastily covering the object. “People here don’t understand progress. They just need to see how my inventions can transform their lives!”

Huashan smiled. “Maybe they will, Mister Fizzledop. Did you see the ship in the harbor? The sailors might be interested in your work.”

Fizzlepop’s frown softened into a thoughtful hum. “A ship, you say? Perhaps some civilized folk at last.”

Huashan hesitated, his smile fading. “You should come fishing with me and Saosing sometime,” he offered.

“Fishing?” The gnome recoiled. “Why would I waste time doing that?”

“Well,” Huashan said patiently, “if you’re making things to help people fish, wouldn’t it be useful to try it yourself?”

“Nonsense!” Fizzledop huffed. “I’ve too much work to do.”

Huashan nodded, suppressing a sigh. “Just don’t forget to rest and eat, Mister Fizzledop.”

On his way back to the restaurant, Huashan heard shouting from the village square. A group of tall, lanky creatures not unlike less hairy Hozen, swayed and sang boisterously, clearly drunk. He politely bowed as he passed, catching the pungent aroma of strong brew.

Inside, Madam Musu was huddled behind the counter, her paws over her ears.

“Are you alright?” Huashan asked, bowing deeply.

“Very loud,” she muttered, wincing.

Huashan glanced at the corner table, where three sailors were slamming bottles of rice wine on the table and laughing uproariously.

“Some food might calm them down,” Huashan suggested. Madam Musu handed him several plates of freshly prepared sushi, her expression wary.

As Huashan approached the table, one of the hozen grabbed an empty bottle and waved it. “Another three of these!” he bellowed.

Huashan placed the plates gently on the table. “Here’s your food,” he said politely.

The hozen stared at the plates, their laughter booming anew. “Lads, these savages forgot to cook the fish!”

“It’s sushi,” Huashan explained calmly. “Very delicious. I promise.”

“I don’t care what it is!” one barked, shoving the plate back. “Take it back and cook it!”

Huashan’s patience thinned as he glanced at Madam Musu, who was visibly trembling. “This is how it’s prepared,” he said firmly.

One of the sailors reached out to grab him, but Huashan instinctively redirected the hand with a smooth motion. The table went silent, the tension palpable.

“I think the little bear wants to fight!” one sailor jeered.

Huashan’s eyes narrowed. “Please leave,” he said, his voice steady but unyielding.

The mocking sailor stood, towering over him. “You want to fight, little bear… man?!” he sneered, throwing a mock punch.

Huashan didn’t flinch. He simply assumed his stance.

The ensuing brawl spilled out into the snow-covered street, where Huashan quickly outmaneuvered the clumsy, drunken sailors. Each move was precise, his strikes restrained but effective. By the time the last sailor stumbled away, Huashan stood alone, unscathed and calm.

Returning inside, he helped Madam Musu clean up the mess. “Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“No more fighting in here,” she whispered, touching his arm.

Huashan nodded solemnly.

The next morning, Huashan barely had time to finish his routine before the sailors returned, this time with an even larger companion. “This him?” the newcomer asked, pointing at Huashan.

“Huashan, no fighting,” Madam Musu reminded him sternly.

The large man grinned. “Relax, little scrapper. I’m here to buy you a drink.”

Huashan blinked, confused.

“Word’s spread about your scrap,” the man explained. “Our ship’s abuzz with it.”

Later that day, Huashan rushed into the dojo, panting. “Saosing, I need your help!”

She wrinkled her nose. “Is that rice wine I smell?”

“Uhm, yes,” Huashan admitted sheepishly. “But I need help, I agreed to a fight in something called Kul Tiran boxing.”

Mongken-argent-dawn · January 24, 2025, 7:46pm

Mister Fizzledop stumbled out of the bamboo forest, gasping for air. The snow clinging to his cloak and boots as he trudged toward Saosing’s dojo, which, to his gnomish eyes, looked like everything else in Pandaria: primitive and in dire need of modernization. He pushed open the wooden doors, shaking off slush and muttering under his breath.

“Oh, Mister Fizzledop!” Saosing said, rushing forward. “You’re soaked. Let me help you dry your clothes and please, take off your boots.”

Fizzledop rolled his eyes. “Why does everyone here hate boots?” he grumbled but complied, kicking them off with exaggerated annoyance. He peeled off his hat and cloak, handing them over to a nearby student with a sigh. “Alright, what’s the big emergency?” he asked, his tone sharp but his curiosity piqued.

“Huashan has accepted a fight,” Saosing said.

The gnome shrugged. “So? He’s a fighter, isn’t he? That’s what fighters do.”

Saosing hesitated, glancing at Huashan. The young Pandaren, standing nearby, looked sheepish as he scratched his head. “It’s… Kul Tiran boxing,” Saosing explained. “We don’t know the rules.”

Fizzledop’s face scrunched in disbelief. “That’s the emergency? You dragged me through the snow for this?”

“We’d greatly appreciate your help,” Saosing said, her voice calm but persuasive.

The gnome sighed theatrically, running a hand through his messy hair. “Fine, fine. If Kul Tiran boxing’s anything like other human bouts, it’s fists only: no grabbing, no hitting below the belt. And if someone gets knocked down, there’s a count. Stay down too long, you lose. That’s about it.”

Huashan blinked in confusion. “Only fists? What kind of rule is that? They ignore most of the body?”

Saosing shrugged. “If those are the rules, we’ll train for them. Mister Fizzledop, can you show us their stance?”

Fizzledop groaned but stood up, holding one fist close to his chest and the other extended in front. He leaned back slightly, shifting his weight. “Something like this,” he said, his tone exasperated.

Both Pandaren bowed deeply. “Thank you so much,” Saosing said. “Please stay for lunch.”

The gnome scoffed. “Of course I’m staying. My clothes are soaked!” But beneath his irritation, the thought of a warm meal secretly delighted him.

Saosing thrust a bamboo stick toward Huashan, her movements sharp and precise. Huashan weaved and rolled, his feet nimble as he evaded the strikes.

“Good,” Saosing said, her voice steady. “Left, right, roll, duck, duck.”

“Is someone making duck?” a jovial voice called from the dojo’s entrance.

Both Pandaren turned to see a smiling visitor, an older Pandaren with a thin mustache and a sly glint in his eye. He bowed politely.

“Hello,” Saosing said, lowering her stick and returning the bow. “I’m afraid we’re not accepting new students right now.”

The visitor chuckled. “Oh, I’m not here to train. Just stopping by to check on our champion.”

Saosing’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Champion?”

Huashan scratched the back of his head. “Uh, me or her?”

“You of course! You’re fighting a human at the end of the week, yes?” the stranger asked.

Huashan nodded cautiously.

“Excellent! How confident are you?”

Huashan grinned sheepishly. “Well, I’ve never fought under these rules before, so…”

“What did you say your name was?” Saosing interjected.

The visitor bowed again. “Zhan Emberdice, of the Red Leaf.”

Saosing’s expression darkened. “The gambler’s den,” she said flatly.

Zhan shrugged with a smile. “Some call it that. I just give people what they want: entertainment. And they really want to see who’s the better fighter.”

Huashan’s eyes lit up. “People? So there will be a big crowd? That’s awesome! I’d better win, then.”

Zhan grinned. “That’s the spirit! So, you’re feeling confident. Are you using the Whispering Bamboo style?”

“Uh, no,” Huashan replied. “Saosing has taught me a lot, but I’m mainly a student of the Empty Paw, under Master Bho.”

Zhan’s eyebrows rose. “Empty Paw? Isn’t that the style that lost in the first round of the Lower Valley Tournament? And who’s Master Bho?”

Huashan crossed his arms. “He’s… uh… a master. Master Bho!”

Zhan chuckled. “Alright, well, good luck, kid.”

Almost a week later, Huashan stood in the middle of the dojo, drenched in sweat and struggling to keep his fists up. Saosing’s students circled him, taking turns throwing punches. Though exhausted, he kept moving, redirecting and blocking as best he could. His legs felt like lead, but when another attack came, he dug deep, throwing a powerful punch with a fierce kiya! His opponent barely dodged as Saosing clapped her hands.

“Perfect,” she said. “I believe you’re ready.”

Huashan staggered, panting. “What about tomorrow? We have one more day.”

Saosing smiled. “Tomorrow, you rest. Eat well, recover.”

“Eat plenty, rest plenty, train hard?” Huashan echoed with a tired grin.

Saosing nodded. “The training part is done. Now, we make sure you’re strong and ready for the fight.”

Huashan bowed deeply. “Thank you, Saosing. Win or lose, you’ve brought me closer to my dream of elevating the Empty Paw style.”

Saosing bowed in return. “Does this mean your time in the village is almost over?”

Huashan nodded. “After the fight, I plan to visit Jialing at the Tian Monastery and learn what I can from him.”

Saosing grinned. “Then I’ll train twice as hard to face you in the next Lower Valley Tournament!”

Huashan chuckled. “I will face no fiercer opponent,” he said. “Nor a better friend.”

Huashan-argent-dawn · January 31, 2025, 10:26pm

The sea giant roared, shaking the heavens, as violent waves slammed against Huashan’s small bamboo boat. The Pandaren clung to the slippery edges of his vessel, his claws digging into the wood. Thunder crashed across the sky like drums of war, the air thick with salt and terror. The sea giant’s fists came down, narrowly missing the boat but sending it careening into the air. Huashan let out a strangled cry, his heart racing as he glimpsed a colorful lizard darting between the giant’s fingers. The next blow struck, and he woke up.

Huashan shot upright, his chest heaving as he stared at the wooden beams of the ceiling. His fur was damp with sweat, and the sound of crashing waves from his dream still echoed in his ears. Tonight was the fight. He rubbed his face, trying to steady his nerves, and shuffled toward the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Huashan said, bowing respectfully as he entered. Madam Musu, already seated at the table, sipped her noodles with quiet contentment. She returned his bow with a slight smile. “You’re up later than usual,” she remarked, her tone warm but observant.

“I needed the rest,” Huashan admitted. “Big night ahead.”

Madam Musu nodded and ladled a generous portion of noodles into his bowl. The rich aroma filled the room, but Huashan ate slowly, his appetite dulled by the knot twisting in his stomach.

“Join us for the communal flow?” she asked after a moment.

He paused, considering the offer. The flowing exercises were meditative and calming, just what he needed to settle his nerves. “Yes,” he said finally. “That sounds like a good idea.”

The town square was alive with quiet energy as a group of Pandaren moved in synchronized patterns. Wide, deliberate gestures mimicked martial arts, their flow meditative and unhurried. Huashan had never joined before, but he soon found himself lost in the rhythm. The slow movements steadied his breathing and quieted his thoughts. Whispers of his name reached his ears from villagers watching nearby, but he ignored them. For the first time all morning, he felt the weight of his worry lighten.

“How was it?” Madam Musu asked as they walked back.

Huashan bowed. “It helped,” he admitted. “But now I don’t know what to do with myself until tonight.”

Madam Musu chuckled. “I usually spend the day in the garden, but it’s too cold for that now. Would you like to play Jihui?”

“Jihui?” His ears perked up.

She smiled. “A strategy game. Like a battle between warlords.”

Huashan grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Let’s do it!”

They spent the next few hours locked in the game, shifting pieces across the board with the focus of generals commanding armies. The match ended in a satisfying draw, and together they turned to preparing lunch. The rest of the day passed in quiet companionship until the golden light of sunset spilled through the windows.

“I guess I have to get going,” Huashan said, stretching.

Madam Musu grabbed her cloak. “I’m coming too.”

“You’re closing the restaurant for this?” Huashan asked, surprised.

“Just this once. I have to support my best employee,” she teased, her eyes twinkling.

The beach was alive with lantern light and the murmur of gathered villagers. A makeshift ring, marked with ropes, stood at the center of the sandy arena. Saosing, her students, and a few helpers were busy setting up the final touches when Huashan arrived.

“Huashan!” Saosing called, bounding over with a bright smile. She bowed, and he returned the gesture. “Are you ready?”

“I think so,” Huashan replied, though the hammering of his heart suggested otherwise.

She tilted her head, noticing his unease. “It’s alright. Don’t think about them,” she said, gesturing to the growing crowd. “Look at me. Breathe.”

Huashan nodded, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, counting to four. He held his breath, counted again, and exhaled. Memories of nearly drowning when he first arrived on the island surfaced, but they no longer felt like chains. Instead, they reminded him of how far he had come.

When he opened his eyes, he was calmer. Saosing smiled. “There you are.” Huashan nodded with determination in his eyes. He watched his opponent enter the ring, not a sea giant, just a man. He grinned with new found confidence and stepped into the ring.

Mongken-argent-dawn · February 7, 2025, 7:01pm

Zhan watched from the sidelines, his expression a mixture of smugness and anticipation. He had bet against Huashan, confident that the young Pandaren’s poor performance in the lower valley tournament spelled an easy win for the Kul Tiran sailor.

The opponent entered the ring to cheers from his crew, a hulking figure with fists the size of dinner plates. Huashan bowed respectfully, but the human only gave a confused nod.

The bell rang, and the fight began.

Huashan darted in and out of the Kul Tiran’s range, his movements quick and precise. The first few attacks missed the Pandaren entirely, and he countered with light jabs, testing his opponent’s defenses.

The Kul Tiran swung wide, leaving an opening. Huashan seized it, landing a sharp punch to the jaw. The crowd gasped as the sailor staggered back, and Huashan pressed forward, driving him into the corner.

From the sidelines, Zhan’s smug grin vanished and his stomach dropped. “What’s he doing? Punch him!” he shouted, his voice almost a plea.

“Punch him, Huashan!” Saosing echoed, misunderstanding who Zhan was cheering for.

Madam Musu joined in, clapping her hands. Even Mister Fizzledop, perched on a barrel, cheered.

The sailor wasn’t down yet. With a grin that revealed his bloodied teeth, he shoved Huashan back and threw a powerful combination of punches. Huashan dodged two but felt the third strike his ribs like a hammer. He dropped to one knee, gasping for breath.

The referee began counting.

Huashan’s vision swam, but he clenched his fists. Memories of his training flooded his mind: every hour, every failure, every step toward becoming the fighter he was now. He caught a glimpse of Zhan from the corner of his eyes. He would win for Zhan, he would win for his friends and he would win for the village. He refused to let it end here.

At the count of three, he pushed himself up, meeting his opponent’s gaze with a grin of his own.

The final exchange was furious. Huashan unleashed a flurry of punches, weaving and sidestepping like flowing water. The sailor’s defenses held under the relentless assault. Huashan had learned from the previous exchange. He backed up and as the human loosened his defense, he sprang back forward with a heavy right fist. He shouted “Kiya!” and sent the sailor sprawling against the ropes. He moved quickly and unleashed a flurry of punches, finally overwhelming the sailor. The crowd erupted in cheers as the referee declared him the winner.

Zhan quietly slipped away, his schemes and dreams of wealth undone.

Huashan felt the exhaustion wash over him as the adrenaline faded. He yawned deeply, stretching his arms to shake off the tension in his muscles. Villagers surrounded him, their cheers fading into warm congratulations. Each pat on the back added a flicker of pride to his chest. He’d done it.

“I guess this is your last night in the village,” Saosing said softly, standing close enough for only him to hear. Her tone was tinged with both pride and sadness.

Huashan nodded solemnly. “Thank you so much for all you’ve done for me. I would have lost without your training.”

Nearby, Madam Musu watched with a quiet smile, her eyes glistening in the lantern light. Though she would miss Huashan’s presence, she was proud of him.

“Huashan, my boy, well done!” Mister Fizzledop’s voice boomed as he approached, his hand extended. Huashan took it, surprised at the strength of the shake. “You made me a rich gnome tonight!”

Huashan blinked in disbelief. “You bet on me?”

“Of course! I’ve seen you running off to train every day. That sailor didn’t stand a chance,” Fizzledop said with a wink.

Madam Musu chuckled from her spot nearby. “I must admit, I placed a little bet myself.”

Huashan’s jaw dropped. “Wait, did everyone make money on this except me?” he asked, laughing.

The laughter was interrupted by a light tap on his shoulder. Turning, Huashan found himself face to face with Dorian the Knuckle, his opponent. The Kul Tiran extended a hand, his expression sincere.

“Good bout,” Dorian said.

Huashan shook his hand firmly, bowing as a gesture of respect. “You fought well,” he replied.

Dorian’s grin widened. “You’ve got a good punch on you, kid. I’ve got something for you.” He waved over a crewmate, who carried something small and squirming in his arms.

“What’s that?” Huashan asked, eyes widening.

“Our boat’s ratter had a litter. Figured we’d sell them off, but…” Dorian scratched the back of his head. “You can have this one, if you promise to raise her right.”

The crewmate handed over a tiny puppy with floppy ears and soft fur. Huashan’s heart melted as the little creature yawned and snuggled against his chest.

“Wow, thank you!” he said, bowing deeply.

Saosing gasped, her paws already reaching out to pet the puppy. “Oh my goodness, look at her!”

Madam Musu leaned in as well, a rare sparkle of excitement lighting up her face. The puppy gave another little yawn, making her chuckle.

“Wait!” Huashan exclaimed, looking at Dorian. “Can I buy another one? To keep Madam Musu company?”

Dorian shrugged. “Aye, we can part with another.”

Madam Musu beamed as a second pup was placed into her arms. “Oh, you sweet little thing,” she cooed, cradling the tiny dog.

Huashan grinned, pleased with his decision. “This way, you won’t get too lonely after I leave.”

Madam Musu gave him a knowing smile. “Thank you, Huashan. I’ll take good care of her.”

Saosing folded her arms, feigning a pout. “What about me?”

Huashan froze for a moment, unsure how to respond, before realizing she was teasing. “Uh…”

Saosing laughed. “I’ll just have to visit Madam Musu and her little friend!”

As the evening stretched on, the group lingered by the lantern light, sharing stories, laughter, and memories of the months they had spent together. Huashan knew he would carry this moment, and these friends, in his heart forever.

Huashan-argent-dawn · February 7, 2025, 7:09pm

Thank you all for reading the first part of Huashan’s adventure, and for all the nice messages I have received! Please join next week as Huashan leaves Paw’don and starts his journey to the Tian Monastery!

Mongken-argent-dawn · February 14, 2025, 7:46pm

Part 2: The Auspicious Emperor

Huashan woke with the first light, rolling onto his knuckles before easing into his morning workout. As he started his push ups,his puppy, wide-eyed and playful, had crawled under him. He grinned, scooping her up gently and placing her back on the bed. “Stay there, little one,” he chuckled, continuing his exercises while she watched, tilting her head in curiosity.

Once finished, he made his way to the kitchen, where Madam Musu bustled about. The little pup spotted her sister and, with a delighted yip, sprinted forward. Madam Musu’s pup, equally enthusiastic, ran toward her before the two began chasing each other around the table.

“Oh my, settle down,” Madam Musu laughed, as she placed a steaming bowl of noodles in front of Huashan. “I’ve prepared a pack for your travels.” She beamed as she gestured toward a backpack on the table.

Huashan gasped and eagerly ruffled through its contents. Neatly arranged with his teapot were several fermented soybean balls, pickled vegetables, dried rice, and tea leaves, while camping supplies were carefully packed beneath.

“Wow, where did you get this gear?” he asked, eyes wide with admiration.

Madam Musu’s expression softened with nostalgia. “When I was young, my friends and I traveled to the Temple of the Jade Serpent. It was a grand adventure for us.”

Huashan bowed deeply in gratitude.

“There’s one more thing,” she said, reaching into her sleeve and pulling out a small wooden fish. “We used to call this the South-Pointing Fish. Place it in a bowl of water, and the minerals within will always make it point the same way. Even if the mist confuses you, you’ll know which direction to go.”

Huashan turned the small talisman in his hands, marveling at its craftsmanship. “Thank you, Madam Musu. For everything.”

They ate breakfast together, savoring the quiet moments before his departure. At last, the time had come.

“Thank you for your kindness and your many gifts,” Huashan said, bowing low.

Madam Musu returned the bow with a warm smile. “You made these past months far more interesting, young one.” Her eyes twinkled as she hurried inside, returning moments later with a cloth sling. “For your pup,” she explained. “Her legs might tire from walking too much.”

Huashan grinned, tucking the tiny bundle into the sling against his chest. He gave one final bow before stepping onto the road, his heart heavy as the familiar village faded behind him.

The little pup curled her tongue in a wide yawn, growing restless in the sling. Huashan decided it was time to let her stretch her stubby legs. They had left through the East Gate, and he knew the Jade Temple lay somewhere to the northeast. If the mists wasn’t too thick, he might catch a glimpse of it along his journey.

The pup bounced with excitement, immediately pouncing on a stray piece of bamboo, chewing and batting it around in delight. Huashan chuckled as he walked. He still had to think of a name for his little companion.

Up ahead, the path had turned into a shallow river. Melted snow from the hills had flooded the road, making the journey inconvenient, though good for the land. Huashan rolled up his pants and stepped forward, wading through the cold water.

A sharp bark made him pause.

He turned to see his pup hesitating at the water’s edge, ears pinned back. She barked again, taking a cautious step forward before retreating.

“Come here, girl!” Huashan coaxed, using a playful voice, but she refused, barking at the water as if it were a beast to be challenged.

Huashan frowned. “It’s just water,” he assured, tossing her bamboo stick in as an invitation. The pup crouched low, watching it drift away without chasing after it.

He considered carrying her, but he wanted her to overcome her fear. Instead, he stepped back into the water and started splashing playfully. “See? It’s fun! Come on!”

The pup let out a hesitant whimper but remained rooted in place. Huashan softened, smiling. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

He shifted into shadowboxing maneuvers, letting the rhythmic movements flow naturally as the water swirled around him. The pup watched, fascinated. Finally, she placed one paw in the water, then another. Realizing it wasn’t so bad, she paddled forward with newfound confidence.

Huashan beamed. “I’ll call you Mei,” he decided.

Lanbao gritted his teeth, muscles straining as he tried to lift his cart free from the mud. Wading through the flood had been difficult enough, but now the wheel had sunk deep into the muck, refusing to budge.

“Come on!” he groaned, giving one last, desperate heave. The cart barely shifted. “Nyaaah!” he shouted in frustration, slumping forward with a sigh. He would have to abandon the cart and find help, a risky endeavor, as Hozen and bandits were known to loot unattended goods.

He closed his eyes. “Please, ancestors…” he muttered.

A sudden splash made him jerk his head up. A tiny dog was paddling toward him, head bobbing above the water.

“Ancestor?” he blurted in disbelief.

The pup tilted her head at him, water dripping from her fur. Moments later, a young Pandaren stepped into view from the other side of the cart.

“Oh!” Lanbao exclaimed, bowing instinctively. The stranger returned the gesture.

“I got stuck,” Lanbao admitted, pointing to the trapped wheel.

Huashan grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

With a sharp breath, he let out a powerful “Kiya!” and dug his paws under the wheel, straining against the weight. Lanbao pulled at the cart, hoping to gain momentum, but the wheel barely budged.

“Maybe you should go get more help,” Lanbao suggested, doubt creeping into his voice.

Huashan shook his head. “I can do it.”

He pressed his palms together and closed his eyes, slowing his breath. Lanbao watched, intrigued, as the young warrior set his stance wide, stable, reminiscent of Mongken’s Iron Ox Body technique. Then, bending his knees like Jialing had taught him, Huashan braced himself.

With a deep inhale, he snapped his eyes open and lifted.

The mud fought to keep its hold, but Huashan gritted his teeth, growling as he forced the wheel free. Lanbao seized the moment, pulling with all his might until the cart finally lurched onto solid cobblestone.

“Yes!” he cheered, panting.

Huashan straightened, catching his breath, then flashed a triumphant grin. “Told you I could do it.”

“That was incredible!” Lanbao said, still marveling at the feat. “Come on, let’s get out of this water. I’ll make you lunch as thanks.”

Huashan chuckled, scooping Mei back into the sling. “Now that,” he said, “sounds like a great idea.”

Huashan-argent-dawn · February 21, 2025, 5:47pm

Lanbao stirred a pot of noodles over the fire while Huashan sat nearby, absentmindedly petting Mei. Their camp was set up safely away from the floodwaters, but close enough to keep an eye on the cart just in case.

“That was some feat back there,” Lanbao said, glancing at Huashan. “Keep training, and you might just earn a place in my elite guard.”

Huashan tilted his head. “Elite guard?”

Lanbao grinned as he served up a steaming bowl. “Oh! I just realized, I never properly introduced myself. I am Lanbao, future Emperor of Pandaria.”

Huashan blinked. “Lanba… what?!” he blurted out.

“I can see you’re surprised,” Lanbao said with a knowing nod. “But it’s true.”

Huashan accepted the bowl, still trying to process the declaration. “How…?”

“Well,” Lanbao said, straightening up, “we haven’t had an Emperor in ages. I figured maybe it’s time for a new one. Someone to keep us united, safe from invaders like those demons.”

Huashan stared at him, still baffled.

“My friends at the brewery all thought it was a good idea,” Lanbao added casually.

Huashan wondered just how many drinks deep that conversation had been but chose to stay quiet.

“Anyway, I figured: if someone’s going to be Emperor, why not me?” Lanbao said with an easy grin.

Huashan slowly nodded. “Right… so, how exactly do you plan on becoming Emperor?”

“Simple! I’ll go from town to town, convincing the elders. Every village that agrees to follow me, my Empire grows.”

Huashan slurped his noodles. “And how many villages have agreed so far?”

Lanbao cleared his throat. “Well… none yet. But once I get a few, the rest will follow.”

Huashan nodded. “Okay.”

Lanbao beamed. “Anyway, what’s your name?”

“Oh! I’m Huashan, of the Empty Paw.”

Lanbao nodded thoughtfully as he dug into his noodles. “Well, if you want to get in early on the new Empire, let me know.”

Huashan grinned. “I’ll think about it.”

The next morning, Lanbao packed up the camp while Huashan warmed up with shadowboxing.

Lanbao watched with mild interest, rolling his shoulders. “You’re pretty good,” he noted. “My father taught me a little when I was younger, like most families, but I never kept up with it.”

He eyed Huashan’s stance, thinking. Having a martial artist along would make the journey much safer. It might even boost his credibility to have a bodyguard.

“Huashan, how about we travel together?” he asked.

Huashan paused, then smiled. “Sure. I’m heading north to the Tian Monastery.”

Lanbao scratched his chin. “You’re going to be a monk?”

Huashan frowned slightly. “Uh… just visiting a friend and train. Hoping he can teach me a few things.”

“Sounds useful,” Lanbao said. “Then I’ll head north too!”

Sometime later, Lanbao trudged through the flooded path, pulling his cart. “I think we’re nearing the river,” he said. “The water’s getting deeper.”

Huashan walked alongside him, Mei nestled in the sling across his chest. “Let me know if you want me to pull for a while.”

Lanbao grinned. “Kind of you to offer.”

Suddenly, Mei’s ears perked up. She yipped and squirmed, trying to get out of the sling.

“What’s wrong, Mei?” Huashan asked, helping her down.

Lanbao listened closely. “I hear something… a song?”

Mei started paddling through the water, leading them toward the river. As they followed, the melody grew clearer—an ethereal tune, like the sound of water cascading over a gentle waterfall, yet unmistakably sung by a voice.

They finally spotted the source: a large water spirit, its translucent form rippling like a living current, glowing with soft blue light. Tiny droplets of water hovered around it, suspended in the air like fireflies. The spirit stood near a limping crane, its song weaving through the air with a serene, healing energy.

Huashan bowed his head in reverence, and Lanbao, thinking quickly, rummaged through his cart for incense sticks. He lit them as an offering. Mei swam up to the spirit, staring in wonder. The travelers felt the soothing effects of the song washing over them, a rare moment of pure peace.

The crane stretched its injured leg, then flapped its wings and took flight, fully healed. The spirit turned its gaze toward Mei, tilting its head curiously.

Mei barked, tail wagging.

The spirit finally noticed the burning incense. It spun gracefully, sending a playful splash toward them before dissipating into the river, leaving only shimmering droplets in the air.

Huashan’s eyes widened with excitement. “That was amazing!”

He quickly reached into his pack and pulled out the jade teapot, opening the lid.

“Wow, fancy teapot,” Lanbao remarked.

“It’s special!” Huashan said, rushing around to catch the lingering droplets before they vanished. He grinned as his teapot filled faster than expected.

“We have to try this!” he said. “The teapot was already blessed before now it’s been double blessed!”

Lanbao nodded. “I’ve heard stories of water spirits granting travelers good fortune.” He smirked. “Maybe my luck is about to change.”

Mongken-argent-dawn · February 28, 2025, 5:26pm

The pair had crossed the bridge before nightfall, enjoying their new blessed tea with dinner. The dense forest had given way to rolling plains ahead, but by morning, the mist had grown impossibly thick. Despite this, Lanbao had slept better than he had in weeks, and when he stirred, he noticed Huashan already up, moving through his martial exercises.

Lanbao yawned, rolled over, and promptly went back to sleep.

By the time he woke again, Huashan was running toward him from the mist, carrying the fishing traps they had set overnight. His face was lit with excitement.

“Look!” Huashan exclaimed, holding up the traps brimming with Tiger Gourami.

Lanbao sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Wow! How did those get this far inland?” he wondered aloud.

Huashan shrugged. “No idea. But let’s make a stew. I spotted some mushrooms on my way back.”

Lanbao grinned, glancing at the teapot. “Lucky tea strikes again.”

They were nearly finished cooking when Mei suddenly barked at the mist, her fur bristling. Huashan had quickly learned that the pup was more than just a companion, she was an uncanny little guardian. He set down the ladle and instinctively assumed his fighting stance.

A low chuckle drifted through the mist. Then, a figure emerged.

An elderly man, draped in flowing white robes, strode toward them. His long beard shimmered like silk over his chest, his thick white eyebrows arched like brushstrokes, and his piercing eyes bore the weight of decades of wisdom.

Huashan straightened immediately, pressing his fist to his palm and bowing deeply. “Most august master,” he greeted with reverence.

Lanbao followed suit with a quick bow, though his eyes darted between Huashan and the elder in confusion.

The old man scoffed. “‘Most august master’? You sound like a yokel. It offends my ears.”

Huashan blinked, exchanging a bewildered glance with Lanbao. “I apologize if I gave offense,” he said quickly, bowing again.

Lanbao, ever pragmatic, cleared his throat. “Uhm… can we offer you a meal?”

The elder tilted his head slightly. “Hmph. I suppose.”

The trio ate in near silence, the elder radiating an aura of unspoken authority. Huashan dared not interrupt, fearing his mood might sour further. When the old man finished, he stroked his beard thoughtfully.

“You show respect and generosity,” he mused, his tone less biting now. “Rare traits in this world of fools. For that, I will grant you a gift.”

Rising, the elder moved to an open space. Huashan watched him carefully.

“You greeted me as a martial artist, did you not?” The old man’s sharp gaze locked onto him.

Huashan hurried forward, standing at attention. “Huashan, Empty Paw School,” he said, pressing his fist to his palm and bowing.

The elder placed his open paw over his fist but did not bow. “Let’s see how your Empty Paw fares against my Snow Demon Claw.”

With one arm relaxed at his side, he curled his other paw into a claw, his fingers poised like talons. Huashan tensed. He had to make the first move.

He lunged in, throwing two quick jabs. The elder barely moved, slipping them with ease. Huashan shifted into a cross, but before he could follow through, the elder’s claw intercepted his shoulder and pushed him back.

He spun into a back kick, but caught nothing but air. The moment his foot touched the ground, the Snow Demon Claw latched onto his head and sent him tumbling backward.

Huashan landed flat on his back, staring at the misty sky.

The elder chuckled, stroking his beard. “Your so-called Empty Paw is quite pathetic,” he declared, clasping his hands behind his back. “Tell your master Bho, that Snowbrow says his pupil has a fat head.” He laughed as he turned and vanished into the mist.

Later, on the Road North Huashan mimicked the elder’s claw shape, his brow furrowed in concentration. How had Snowbrow generated so much power so effortlessly? And why had Master Bho never taught him the Snow Demon Claw if the two Masters knew each other? Had he been holding back?

Scowling, Huashan muttered, “Tell yourself, you have a fat head.” He said it quietly, just in case the old monk appeared out of the mist again.

“What was that?” Lanbao asked.

“Uh… nothing.”

Lanbao shrugged. “You know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe I should buy your teapot.”

Huashan blinked. “What?”

Lanbao gestured dramatically. “Think about it! If that teapot really does bring luck, it could make my dream come true. What better way to ensure I become Emperor?”

Huashan shook his head firmly. “I’m sorry, but it was a gift from my master.”

Lanbao frowned. “Then maybe I could borrow it? Just until I’m Emperor. Then I’ll give it back. Promise.”

Huashan sighed. “I must decline.”

Lanbao squinted at him. “You don’t think I’ll become Emperor, do you?”

“Uh… hey! What’s that over there?” Huashan pointed ahead, spotting something glinting through the mist. He rushed forward.

Off the path, half-buried in the dirt, lay a heavy jade rock the size of his head.

“Amazing!” Lanbao gasped. “The teapot works its magic again! Thank you, ancestors! Thank you, teapot!”

Huashan lifted the rock, testing its weight. “Wow, this thing is heavy! Maybe I can use it to train my muscles.”

Lanbao’s eyes twitched. “Train your muscles? This thing could buy you muscle. As in guards! You’d never have to lift a finger again!”

Huashan blinked. “Uh… but why would I need guards?”

Lanbao groaned. “To protect the jade rock, of course!”

Huashan frowned, trying to follow the logic. Then he gave up. “That doesn’t make sense to me.”

Lanbao huffed. “Clearly, you’ve never tried to start an empire.”

Huashan-argent-dawn · March 7, 2025, 6:55pm

Huashan woke with Mei curled up beside him, her small body warm against his side. Lanbao, as expected, was still fast asleep. Huashan sighed. It felt odd not having a training partner. Lanbao seemed more interested in his imaginary “Empire” than in martial arts.

Shrugging off the thought, Huashan rolled onto his knuckles and began his morning routine. He wondered what training at the monastery would be like. If it had produced warriors like Jialing, he knew it would push him to his limits. After finishing his Pandaren push-ups and sit-ups, he hefted the heavy jade rock and began his squats, feeling the strain in his legs.

Halfway through, Lanbao stirred and groggily sat up. “Uh, don’t take that,” he grumbled. “That’s the first stone in the foundation of my empire.”

Huashan raised an eyebrow but kept squatting. “I’m just using it for training. Want me to show you?”

Lanbao let out a long yawn, then rolled over, pulling his blanket over his head.

***

After breakfast, the pair continued north when they came upon a fallen tree blocking the road.

“See? We’re not that lucky after all,” Huashan muttered, stretching his arms as he prepared to move it.

Lanbao frowned. Something glinted in the trees, reflecting the morning sun. His expression turned suspicious. “Hm… this looks fishy.” He nodded toward the source of the light.

Huashan followed his gaze and narrowed his eyes. “I’ve heard bandits set up roadblocks like this. While you struggle to move the log, they rob you blind,” Lanbao added.

Huashan gently lifted Mei from her sling and set her on the cart. “There’s no way forward without moving the tree, though…” He scratched his chin.

Then, in an exaggerated voice, Lanbao suddenly shouted, “No problem! Once the rest of our warband arrives, we’ll move this log with ease!”

Huashan blinked. “You have a warband?”

“Shhh, just play along,” Lanbao whispered before continuing loudly. “Yes! Can’t wait for all those strong warriors to get here!”

Huashan grinned, catching on. “Oh yes, Saosing, Champion of the Lower Valley! And of course, Mister Fizzledop and his engineering army! Oh, and Madam Musu with her… her sharp knives! No tree or bandit stands a chance against them!”

From the corner of his eye, Lanbao watched the reflection in the woods vanish. He smirked. “I think they bought it.”

With the bandits seemingly gone, Huashan went to clear the road, only to hear footsteps approaching.

***

Huashan narrowed his eyes as a figure emerged from the mist, dressed in dark traveling clothes. A pair of sai glinted in his paws. But Huashan recognized him immediately.

“Clever trick,” the bandit sneered. “You might have scared off the rest of the Masked Tanuki gang, but I knew it was a bluff. Now, hand over that teapot!”

Lanbao quickly tucked the teapot deeper into the cart.

Huashan cracked his knuckles and smirked. “Masked Tanuki Gang? That’s a terrible name. You’re not even wearing a mask, Weian!”

Weian lunged, his sai flashing as he tried to catch Huashan off guard.

Huashan sidestepped with ease. His leg shot up, catching Weian square in the midriff. The bandit gasped, stumbling back but still holding his weapons. He raised his sai in a defensive stance, but his footing was weak.

Huashan sighed. “What the heck, Weian?”

The bandit blinked.

Huashan folded his arms. “Have you even been training?”

Weian’s face twisted with anger. With a growl, he swung wildly. Huashan moved fluidly, dodging the attack before springing forward with the Snow Demon Claw, his paws latched onto Weian’s head while his foot hooked the bandit’s ankle, tripping him effortlessly.

Weian crashed face-first into the mud.

Huashan shook his head. “Train harder, and we can fight again.”

Weian sat up, his face hot with humiliation. “I don’t like you!”

Huashan dusted off his hands and turned back to the cart. “I’m okay with that.”

Lanbao grinned as they continued their journey. Weian, still in the mud, wiped at his eyes before angrily kicking at a rock.

***

Over the next few days, Lanbao’s annoyance grew. Though he hid it well, he was beginning to resent Huashan’s short-sightedness.

They had seen the Jade Heart on a clear afternoon, a sight that should have filled them with awe, but even that did little to lift his mood.

Huashan wasted the teapot’s true potential, instead of realizing its power. If only he could borrow it for a short time… just long enough to unify Pandaria, protect it from invaders, even expand Pandaria’s influence!

If only he could borrow the teapot.

Huashan, oblivious to Lanbao’s inner turmoil, focused on the South Pointing Fish after placing it in a bowl of water. The mist had only grown thicker, and he needed to check their direction frequently.

Mei suddenly perked up, her little body wiggling with excitement before she let out a sharp yip.

A strange grunting noise echoed through the mist.

Huashan tensed. “What’s that?”

Lanbao, still brooding, shrugged. “Maybe trolls, here to murder us,” he muttered.

Huashan frowned and assumed his fighting stance.

Something moved in the mist. A large, yak pushed through the fog, and then licked Mei on the head with a giant tongue.

Mei barked in surprise, shaking her fur.

A grinning herdsman stepped forward, holding a crooked herding stick. With a casual twirl, he spun it in an elaborate motion, causing the mist around them to part like a curtain.

Behind him stood a herd of yaks.

“Howdy, partners,” he said cheerfully. He suddenly squinted at Mei. “Well, hot dang, what is this?” He crouched down, ruffling her fur. “A big rat?”

Huashan chuckled. “That’s Mei, our fierce guardian. She’s a ratter, not a rat.”

The herdsman tilted his head, grinning. “Not sure I believe ya.”

Mei, as if taking offense, bolted around the herd, yipping and nipping at their heels. The yaks obediently shuffled into a tighter formation.

The herdsman whistled. “Looks like a natural herder to me!”

Huashan smiled warmly. “How did you clear the mist like that?”

“Old trail trick,” the herdsman said. “Mist usually hides the herd. Well… usually.”

Huashan tilted his head. “Usually?”

The herdsman frowned. “Lately, a demon’s been swooping down and snatching my yaks.”

Lanbao frowned. “Are you sure it’s not a large bird?”

The herdsman patted one of the yaks. “This ain’t my first rodeo, partner. Birds don’t see through the mist like this thing does.”

Lanbao glanced at the teapot, a plan forming in his secret heart.

“Well, you’re in luck,” he declared. “You just walked into the fiercest martial artist in the Jade Forest!”

Huashan blinked. “Lanbao, I had no idea you thought so highly of me.” He grinned. “There was that Snowbrow guy though. He beat me pretty easily.”

Lanbao shrugged. “Second-best, then! Just point him at the demon, and Huashan will take care of it!”

Mongken-argent-dawn · March 14, 2025, 5:03pm

Huashan shared a hearty lunch with the herder and Lanbao, savoring the warmth of the meal. If he was going to fight a demon, he’d rather not do it on an empty stomach. Their fish traps had been very successful lately, leaving them with more food than they could eat, so they had dried some for later.

“So, where is this demon?” Huashan asked between bites.

The herder pointed toward a mist-cloaked peak. “Up there.”

Huashan followed his gaze, sighing at the sheer climb ahead. “That’s quite the hike. I’d better take some of this dried fish with me.”

“Don’t worry,” Lanbao assured him. “With the lucky tea, you’ll be up there in no time. And then you just… kill it I guess?”

Huashan frowned. “Kill it? I don’t want to kill anything. Maybe I’ll just chase it off.”

The herder brightened. “Oh! I almost forgot, I got this from a trader!” He rummaged through his pack and pulled out a gourd bottle, holding it up triumphantly. “You can rassle it in here.”

Huashan took the gourd, turning it over in his hands. “How small is this demon?”

“No, no, it’s magic,” the herder explained. “The trader told me it can imprison a demon into the Ninefold Darkness.”

Huashan raised an eyebrow. “Ninefold Darkness? That sounds… dark.”

The herder just laughed. Huashan tied the gourd to his belt before reaching for the teapot.

“Wait,” Lanbao interjected. “That demon isn’t going to wait around for you to brew tea up there.”

Huashan paused. “Good point.”

“Let’s brew it now,” Lanbao suggested. “You can pour some into the gourd and take it with you.”

Huashan hesitated. “Wouldn’t the tea taste like demon if I drink it after using the gourd? Or worse, would I get trapped in there too?”

The herder frowned, considering. “I don’t think it works that way. You’re not a demon, after all. And anything wicked trapped in there goes to the Ninefold Darkness. So it won’t actually be in there to mess with your drink.” He clapped Huashan on the back. “Anyway, I 'preciate this, truly. When you get back, I’ll make you a feast.”

Sometime later Huashan pulled himself up the jagged rock face, nearing the summit. His paws ached from the climb, but his mind was set on the task ahead. If there even was a demon. Herders could be superstitious, and a missing yak didn’t necessarily mean supernatural foul play.

Still, as the wind howled around him, he steeled himself.

Finally, he hauled himself over the final ledge. The sight took his breath away: mist-shrouded rivers, towering pillar rocks, lush forests, and in the distance, the looming heart of the Serpent. He allowed himself a brief smile.

Then he turned.

A demon.

The creature hunched over a yak, tearing into it with a savage hunger. Its skin was deep violet, its long ears twitching as it fed. Huashan realized it hadn’t noticed him yet.

Silently, he pulled the gourd from his belt and took a swig of the now cold lucky tea. Then he cleared his throat and held the gourd aloft.

Nothing.

A gust of wind had swallowed the sound.

He frowned. “Demon! Get in this bottle!”

The creature froze mid-bite, then slowly turned its head. It had a blindfold covering its eyes, yet somehow, it seemed to be staring right at him.

Huashan raised a fist.

The demon tilted its head, lips curling back to reveal jagged fangs. It looked down, Huashan followed its gaze and spotted two weapons lying at its feet. Curved metal blades, humming with strange energy.

The demon reached for them.

Huashan lunged first. A spinning back kick sent the creature flying away from its weapons. It snarled, spreading clawed hands and slashing at him in wild arcs. Huashan moved with precision, slipping past every swipe with measured ease.

Finally, he slammed the gourd into the demon’s solar plexus. “Get in here!”

Nothing.

The demon staggered back, then spread its arms. Shadows coiled around its fingers as its weapons flew back into its grasp.

Huashan tensed.

Twin blades, massive and wickedly curved, shimmered with ominous power.

The demon leapt.

A blur of shadow and steel spun toward Huashan. He dropped low just as the blades whistled overhead. The creature’s momentum carried it too far.

With a startled cry, the demon vanished over the edge of the summit.

Huashan blinked.

He stepped forward, peering over. Had he actually… ?

Laughter bubbled up in his chest. “The Way of the Empty Paw prevails,” he said, shaking his head. “Thank you, Master Bho. Thank you, Saosing. But no thanks to you, stupid gourd.”

Then he heard the scratching.

Peering over again, he saw the demon clinging to the cliffside by one trembling claw. It no longer looked so terrifying.

Huashan frowned. Then he reached down.

Laoban was nervous as he packed his cart. The herder sat in the distance, watching his yak, while Huashan was somewhere high up the mountain.

His paws trembled as he tucked away the magical teapot. He had everything he needed. Just one more step.

As he pulled his cart forward, his dog, Mei, trotted after him.

“Stay here, Mei,” he instructed.

The pup yipped and kept following.

Laoban frowned, then pulled out a rope. Catching her gently, he knelt and tied her to a rock. He patted her head. “Take good care of Huashan,” he murmured. Now all he needed was to find a gambling den to clear out.

Once he had his fortune, his empire could begin.