[center][b]Name:[/b] Yang
[b]Race:[/b] Earthling/Human
[b]Ki Color:[/b] White
[b]Power Level:[/b] 910
[b]Location:[/b] Open Field; Ginger Town outskirts.
[b]Tag:[/b] [@IceHeart] Open[/center]

From the very beginning of Yang's frightful encounter, he and his monster of an opponent were being observed. The cloaked figure watched the short and brutal fight, their expression remaining masked by the shadows of their hood. He instinctively shifted forward an inch when Yang attacked first, almost as if he considered offering his aid. But he remained grounded, hidden in some shadows within the crevices of a few boulders sitting near each other. His lips moved from under the hood, silently mouthing words as a reaction to every move Yang made. Were they praise? Concern? None but the man himself would ever know.

He took cover, shielding his eyes from the inevitable dust cloud formed when Yang's near-lifeless body crashed into the ground nearby. When he was certain the alien creature had departed, the cloaked man finally left his spot in the shadows and approached the fallen warrior. He wasted no time speaking to Yang, as any lack of action in this very moment would cost the young man his life. Instead the cloaked clapped his hands together to produce and loud and surprisingly powerful thud. His fingers twisted and pointed into a symbolic form as a white aura of Ki began to faintly wrap around the cloaked man's body. Then came words, chanted in a soft but powerful tone, nine chants in total.

"Rin... Pyō... Tō..." with each chant and each hand symbol, his aura of Ki glowed just a little brighter. But it also slowly moved, "Sha... Kai... Jin..." the energy of the man's Ki moved down his arms and into his hands, and its hue changed slightly more as it did so, "Retsu... Zai... Zen!" with the last seal and chant, the Ki had gone from white into a silvery blue color. The man placed his glowing hands upon Yang's body, letting them linger over the places where he had been run through by the alien's bone blades. The man's Ki seemed to spread out of his hands and blanket itself over Yang's body, and as it did so the mortal wounds he'd been inflicted with miraculously began to close themselves. The cloaked man was, in fact, healing him!

Yang's eyes shot open, and he gasped in a deep breath of air. He instinctively moved to cover his wounds but discovered that they were no longer present, "I... recovered?"

"Of course you recovered." said the man, who finally reached up and pulled off his hood to reveal himself, "Because I healed you."

Yang widened his eyes, somehow he was both overjoyed and ashamed to see the man before him, "Master!" he cried out, then gave a bow, "How did you know...?"

"I observed the entire encounter. You are quite fortunate, that wound would have killed you had you remained unattended."

"You were watching me? Then why did you not do anything? Together we could have-"

"It would have made no difference." Feng took a deep breath, feeling almost ashamed of himself, "Had I stepped in we both would have died, simple as that."

"Then, then what do we do? How can we stop that monster?" Yang demanded, still believing his Master would surely know of a way.

"[i]We[/i] cannot do anything." Feng said, correcting him, "You were no match for that stranger, and I'm simply getting too old to be of any help in battle anymore. But monsters like that have a habit of attracting enemies. If he continues to attack and slaughter, there will be more who will make a stand to defeat him. Our only hope is for the World's greatest warriors to band together to stop him. But I think I need to rest a bit. I was forced to use the Sacred Seals in order to heal you." Feng sat down on the ground with a tired-sounding sigh.

"The Sacred Seals..." Yang clenched a fist. The Sacred Seals was his Master's trump card. They were like a meditative mantra that gave one a far stronger grasp on controlling their own Ki, and even using it to assist or hurt another in the process. But he also knew the Sacred Seals came with a steep price, the technique was incredibly exhausting even for the most seasoned master. Supposedly it would also shave entire years off of one's very life-span should they rely on it too heavily. Yang had attempted to learn this technique before during his training, but so far he was still unable to actually use it.

"Ahem!" Feng cleared his throat rather loudly, "It's alright! We mean you no harm!" someone had been watching them from a distance, and Feng had apparently been aware of them from the beginning.