After much deliberation I decided to go ahead and make my second fanfic aftyer the success of my first.
Urban Rivals Tales 2
Part 1: The Golden Monastery
In the Eastern Border of the world near the Asian populated area there was a mountain range called Golden Mountains because the ground and grains of dirt look like gold. Somewhere near the peak of the tallest of the Golden Mountains was the Golden Mountain Monastery, a martial arts school that prides itself in its secluded location away from East City where corruption and organized crime reigned. A lucrative place for those below the mountains to dwell on the legends of the Golden Mountains Monastery and of the Fang Pi Clang that resides within. These tales speak of treasures hidden within the Monastery, others told of dangers that one must face, perhaps the fabled Golden Dragon itself. Though nobody has seen it, there are those who claim in olden times the dragon existed.
And that was why Sam Sum and Chikko were in East City, looking for proof of this golden dragon. Sam Sum’s motives were honourable but even he himself could not resist the possibility of seeing a dragon made of solid gold. With his trusted companion Chikko, Sam Sum had departed from Clint City on orders from Bodenpower (U) to seek out the Fang Pi Clang in the hopes of seeing if they were willing to lend their fighting skills against the threat of the Montana clan and the GHEIST clan.
(to be continued...)
Within The Golden Monastery the students had finished training with Mini Mosu and were led by Kati to the front courtyard of the Monastery. The students did not cause a fuss or ask questions as they were told to knell down.
Kati had explained on the way over to the students that they would soon be in the presence of Kinjo, the Ninja Master and that whatever happened they were not permitted to talk.
Yusuke, Otome, Tatane and Natrang seemed to understand, the new students were trained to obey the rules that were permitted to them and everybody knew of the great Kinjo.
The four students and Kati knelt down on the grass in the courtyard and waited with humbled patience for the Ninja Master.
Kinjo emerged from one of the temples with his apprentice Windy Mor following his master. The four looked on in awe at the gangly and sinewy figure that was the Ninja Master. He seemed hunched over slightly, his long arms and legs seemed shorter than his flowing red beard which trailed slightly behind the old teacher. With a face etched in stone-white skin, the seriousness severity yet kindly wise old man nature seemed to emanate from the huddled form in white robes before the four young students.
(to be continued...)