Temple of the Kirin

Dao looked at the man he just defeated. The Jyn was definitely not suited to study under the grandmaster. The whole idea of killing someone in order to gain a spot on the school was utterly repulsive. It went against every teaching of grandmaster Jiang Bing and everything the large Lyn believed in. Killing for such superficial goals during an event where no lives where at stake is simply morally unjust. Such actions was something Dao could not tolerate.

Just as the next participant was about to show his skills some kind of ruckus occurred at the gate. The crowd of wannabe swordsmen went silent as the sound of a gunshot filled the air. For a moment Dao stared towards the gate the sound was coming from. In the blink of an eye he could see a small character dressed in red storming through the entrance and yelling something about wanting to speak to someone important. De large lyn sighed as he walked towards the gates. 

Master Wong eyed the person in red. Considering the size and facial tones of the lyn, Dao judged that he could not be much older then eleven years. Was it really true that a kid just shot someone at the gates just to get in? Does getting entrance to the school to speak to someone really warrant such violence? And yet, Dao did not sense any trace of dark chi coming from that kid. If this is the next generation, Tu will definitely change for the worse.

Dao walked straight by the kid and bowed down next to the guard that was shot. He quickly grabbed the wrist to feel is the man still had a pulse. As he felt for the heartbeat of the wounded swordsman the other guard mumbled something about a challenge for a sword duel and grabbing a gun instead. The lyn did not care much for the details. Those who live by the sword, die by the sword. That is the faith of those who walk the path of the warrior. Luckily Dao could feel the mans heartbeat. It was still there but the guard needed medical attention immediately. The large lyn quickly turned towards the other guard and commanded “ Quit mumbling about honor and see to it that your pal gets medical attention immediately!” 

The guard jumped up. “ Yes master Wong” and ran off to get the help he needed.

Dao turned towards the kid and looked at him. Absorbing every detail and finely the swordmaster realized how small he was. The anthropomorphic tiger towered above him, being nearly twice his size. The little kid was flamboyantly dressed in red robes which looked like they where a size to big for him.  Compared to the kid, Dao looked rather shabby. He was often confused for a homeless and impoverished soldier. The truth is that the large lyn simply did not care for such earthly desires. Master Wong devoted his life to the teachings of the Kirin, grandmaster Jiang Bing and finding his brother. Dao could not care less about the extravaganza displayed by the kid in front of him. Master Wong looked deeply into the kids eyes, trying to find out what kind of person he would be. Judging from the way the fiery haired kid was dressed, his noisy entrance and the way he treated the guard at the entrance Dao was sure that he did not come to the temple to train under the grandmaster. It was more likely that the kid got into some kind of trouble and needed a strong man to help him out. The least thing master Wong could do was to hear the kid out. He looked at the lad in red in front of him and spoke firm “Tell me kid, what is so important that you need to shoot someone at the door?”