It seemed the most natural thing in the world to learn his master"s skills. In The Master"s dojo, they would train five days a week, studying the arts of Karate, Kung-Fu, and Judo and a host of weapons skills such as the knife, the garrotte, the sword, the flail, the metal fan, the staff and the stick.
“But Master,” asked Chang once in his eighteenth year, “when shall I learn about gwaih lo guns and firearms?”
gwaih loCaravaggio had scolded him for his insolence. “Never! There is no need for such bluntness. Guns are unsubtle and are for the stupid and the untrained.”
“Then Master, what shall I be against an enemy with a gun?” Chang had asked, confused.
The Master had smiled. “You shall be a silent killer. They will not see you, they will not hear you, but you will snuff out their lives
