Two Unlikely Martial Artists
If not for the black robe that clearly confirmed his identity as a young master from the Ragha Martial Arts Academy, nobody would mistake him for a martial artist. Even the way he turned around to acknowledge someone who called his attention from behind was clearly the behavior of a loafer rather than a fighter who was seriously training in martial arts. It didn’t matter that he had a quarter staff slung over his shoulder with a bundle tied to the end behind his back—the typical fashion adopted by traveling martial artists. He could very well be just another goofy guy masquerading as a martial arts practitioner. Even among the villagers of Kasgar, they still had a hard time convincing themselves that he was, in fact, one of the best fighters in all of Ragha. The way they saw it, his pers
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