treave
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*20 years later, in the depths of Shaolin*
"This time... this time we have succeeded! This mannequin will be unbreakable, not by Xu Jing, not by Zhang Jue, not by ANYBODY! Yes! Yes!! YES!!!" The Chief Metalworker of Shaolin cackles maniacally, bent over his latest creation.
"C-Chief, you're getting carried away." The wide-eyed novice backs up, clutching his tongs, away from the Chief and his doll.
"This model will be the pinnacle of my art," coos the Chief, running his callused hands over the smooth metal curves. "Finally I will make them eat humble dirt. This year's mannequins will break them, in revenge for all those they have destroyed before! Year after year they come and trample my beautiful creations into the dust, leaving them in pieces... well, NO MORE! Uhihihihihihihihi!"
"I-I see... but Chief, why did we have to make it in the form of a woman?"
"It is okay, young grasshopper. The Buddha will understand."
"But-"
"The. Buddha. Will. Understand." The Chief's eyes, large, bulging and mad, pin the novice to the spot. He can do nothing but gulp nervously and nod.
"Now..." The Chief smiles, his thin lips stretching over a wide rictus, his breath quickening. "Time to make her... alive..." He reaches his hand over to the lever. Thunder rumbles overhead, as if his presumptuous actions are drawing the wrath of Heaven...
"This time... this time we have succeeded! This mannequin will be unbreakable, not by Xu Jing, not by Zhang Jue, not by ANYBODY! Yes! Yes!! YES!!!" The Chief Metalworker of Shaolin cackles maniacally, bent over his latest creation.
"C-Chief, you're getting carried away." The wide-eyed novice backs up, clutching his tongs, away from the Chief and his doll.
"This model will be the pinnacle of my art," coos the Chief, running his callused hands over the smooth metal curves. "Finally I will make them eat humble dirt. This year's mannequins will break them, in revenge for all those they have destroyed before! Year after year they come and trample my beautiful creations into the dust, leaving them in pieces... well, NO MORE! Uhihihihihihihihi!"
"I-I see... but Chief, why did we have to make it in the form of a woman?"
"It is okay, young grasshopper. The Buddha will understand."
"But-"
"The. Buddha. Will. Understand." The Chief's eyes, large, bulging and mad, pin the novice to the spot. He can do nothing but gulp nervously and nod.
"Now..." The Chief smiles, his thin lips stretching over a wide rictus, his breath quickening. "Time to make her... alive..." He reaches his hand over to the lever. Thunder rumbles overhead, as if his presumptuous actions are drawing the wrath of Heaven...