The spirit world is broken and in desperate need of a restoration. True heroes and ancient beasts that once walked are now a thing of the past. Between the empty spaces of forgotten treasure halls there are whispers of one who has returned. One lege...
While the monkey and spider were away, the pig and the monk needed to find a way to spend their day. If I'm being completely honest with you, Dear Traveler, one of the reasons our wise, old Ham Song wandered off was to clear his head. The scene at the cosmic bridge had left him frightened and deeply disturbed.
The monk, as you know by now, only really cared about getting drunk. They slept long and hard so that they wouldn't have to be aware of how much their body ached without the drink.
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The monk woke up from their nap and was not pleased. For a while, they simply laid there on the cushioned mat, letting their mind wander.
What's the point of everything? Why am I here?
After a while, simple questions morphed into heavy, final declarations.
I have no purpose. I'm supposed to be in heaven, but this place is no different from every other fucking life I've lived! Except for Sun Ritsu... he's different.
Bodhi paused on the subject of Ritsu and wondered if the monkey's Radiant State might have some of the answers Bodhi so desperately longed for.
No. The monk buried their face in the flower-printed pillow. Stop looking for answers. Forget about them. Forget about your questions too. Find the pig and ride his Luck to your next drink.
Though their mind had steadied for now, Bodhi kept their face hidden in the cushion. Water threatened to rise up their throat and spring forth from their eyes, but they would be having none of that.
When they were ready, the monk dragged themself out of bed and sought out the community shower down the hall. After giving themself a nice, thorough wash, they donned a different set of clothing that they kept in their roll of supplies. These garments were not of a traditional cut, but they were the same familiar light gray.
Bodhi walked down to the common room of the inn wearing a gray hood, jogger shorts that opened wide at the knee, and white leg warmers that shrugged high enough to cover their legs. They had exchanged their tethered sandals for simple black sneakers.
The monk found Baobei, who they only remembered from her mint green aura, waiting at a small dining table. She seemed as if she was occupying herself with something small and ovoid. It was attached to a keychain and had a screen that lit up with simple pixelated shapes.
"What's that you got there?" Bodhi asked as they approached.
Baobei's bat-shaped ears twitched happily as she looked up from her toy.
"It's called a Tamagotchi!" She said brightly. "Usually retro stuff doesn't meet the Code, but this is one of the few exceptions." Then she turned it off and tucked it inside the breast pocket of her school uniform.
Folding her arms over the table and smiling amicably, Baobei gave Bodhi her full attention.
Bodhi cleared their throat. "So, fill me in on why Legs hired you again?"
