Post by Sir Figgles on Oct 30, 2015 9:29:19 GMT
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Anju Pa picked up the habit of sending his student off on ridiculous training missions when he needed him distracted for several days. This one was a doozy. He spun a grand yarn about a tribe of people that angered the old gods. Their attempts to hide in the bamboo forest proved fruitless. A small area deep within the forest became petrified along with the tribe. His yarn continued to spin as he told a tale of how Anju pa himself became the foremost martial arts master on earth. Spending thirty days chopping down one of the diamond hard bamboo stalks with only his right hand. Anju pa could only sigh with relief when his student eagerly ran off to the eastern lands. This gave Anju the time to run to the production team and splice together his newest advertising campaign. Exploiting the Saiya-jin invasion would might come across as bad taste. But what better time to raise Dojo membership then during a time even everyone is paranoid? One hour of paid programming ought to be enough.
After about four days since Sir Figgles wandered off to the east, the program aired. A theatrical opening showing Sir Figgles performing various martial arts feats. Like one exhibit where the action star tossed an egg into the air. He caught the egg, and brought his fist down through a stack of 25 bricks. Before opening his hand to reveal the egg was unscathed. Another exhibit of Sir Figgles carving an ice swan. With his hands alone. Finally Anju Pa appeared on the screen. The stout balding man clad in a formal silk gi.
"Cricket Dojo has given birth to the greatest action hero of our time. I remember the day when this diamond in the rough first stepped through my doors. A child living in poverty. A child who often went home starving because bullys stole any scraps of food he had. We took him in and molded him into a martial arts master. And to this day he continues to add to his impressive repertoire. The hero of Western Capital. Affiliated with no military, and asking for no price, he stood toe to toe with those Saiya-jin bullies. Truely, Cricket dojo has helped mold the greatest martial artist of this age. For a limited time only we throw open our doors in what is our biggest membership drive to date."
"And the great part is. All our classes are now half price. If you wish to be like our star pupil and turn back any alien invader. Tomorrow is too late to start. So call now!"
The program went on like this for the rest of the hour. Martial arts exhibits, shameless plugging, and exploitation of fear.
----
Sir Figgles was oblivious to the program. He had his nose buried in books, disregarded television. He attempted to read more on the supposed tribe. But he found nothing. Only various legends of feat from masters of old. Monks who conditioned themselves by getting flogged by bamboo whilst training. Masters who could stand atop a bamboo stalk without making it bend. He nearly forgot about his original mission.
He went through several shattered stalks of bamboo attempting the balance feat. IT seemed a little silly. But it seemed like a great new way to train something besides strength. He figured maybe it was a way to also train this mysterious ki. Because it seemed the more he focused on ki control through his body, the bamboo seemed less likely to break
Jax Punchlust
Anju Pa picked up the habit of sending his student off on ridiculous training missions when he needed him distracted for several days. This one was a doozy. He spun a grand yarn about a tribe of people that angered the old gods. Their attempts to hide in the bamboo forest proved fruitless. A small area deep within the forest became petrified along with the tribe. His yarn continued to spin as he told a tale of how Anju pa himself became the foremost martial arts master on earth. Spending thirty days chopping down one of the diamond hard bamboo stalks with only his right hand. Anju pa could only sigh with relief when his student eagerly ran off to the eastern lands. This gave Anju the time to run to the production team and splice together his newest advertising campaign. Exploiting the Saiya-jin invasion would might come across as bad taste. But what better time to raise Dojo membership then during a time even everyone is paranoid? One hour of paid programming ought to be enough.
After about four days since Sir Figgles wandered off to the east, the program aired. A theatrical opening showing Sir Figgles performing various martial arts feats. Like one exhibit where the action star tossed an egg into the air. He caught the egg, and brought his fist down through a stack of 25 bricks. Before opening his hand to reveal the egg was unscathed. Another exhibit of Sir Figgles carving an ice swan. With his hands alone. Finally Anju Pa appeared on the screen. The stout balding man clad in a formal silk gi.
"Cricket Dojo has given birth to the greatest action hero of our time. I remember the day when this diamond in the rough first stepped through my doors. A child living in poverty. A child who often went home starving because bullys stole any scraps of food he had. We took him in and molded him into a martial arts master. And to this day he continues to add to his impressive repertoire. The hero of Western Capital. Affiliated with no military, and asking for no price, he stood toe to toe with those Saiya-jin bullies. Truely, Cricket dojo has helped mold the greatest martial artist of this age. For a limited time only we throw open our doors in what is our biggest membership drive to date."
"And the great part is. All our classes are now half price. If you wish to be like our star pupil and turn back any alien invader. Tomorrow is too late to start. So call now!"
The program went on like this for the rest of the hour. Martial arts exhibits, shameless plugging, and exploitation of fear.
----
Sir Figgles was oblivious to the program. He had his nose buried in books, disregarded television. He attempted to read more on the supposed tribe. But he found nothing. Only various legends of feat from masters of old. Monks who conditioned themselves by getting flogged by bamboo whilst training. Masters who could stand atop a bamboo stalk without making it bend. He nearly forgot about his original mission.
He went through several shattered stalks of bamboo attempting the balance feat. IT seemed a little silly. But it seemed like a great new way to train something besides strength. He figured maybe it was a way to also train this mysterious ki. Because it seemed the more he focused on ki control through his body, the bamboo seemed less likely to break
Jax Punchlust