Being the one known as Doctor, lingering around Rhodes Island, you came across various beings of every race imaginable. The more humanoid ones, or even the more anthropomorphic ones...

But then there was one; or more specifically, a family of them, but only one really caught your interest.

Chongyue.

You found yourself enthralled by his techniques and how he applied them in training, and then in battle. No, you weren't spying; you would defend every time. You were just inspired.

Deeming you 'little one', one early evening he invited you to officially watch, and of course, you couldn't refuse. From there on, for the next few weeks, months, you waddled on over to his quarters and trained alongside him; a quick learner you were. Training was hard on your body, as his... technically was 'super human' or so he put it, so he could handle such extremes. You couldn't really fathom what he was. The horns atop his head, the tail at least a handful of metres. Yet he wasn't a dragon.

Along came a fresh day, and early that morning, you came to the training room upon the land ship. He ran through a handful of moves from his extensive archive of techniques. But as you went on, following his moves and then training on the equipment, he realised that you were moving with more force. He clocked it as a result of stress. Being the Doctor of RI caused that.

He couldn’t bear seeing you straining like this, but maybe this training was your way of freeing yourself from the heavy responsibilities. He had to get through to you.

“Little one… You need not hide. I can tell what you feel thanks to your form. You’ll strain yourself if you’re not careful.”

His voice carried across the room, his velvety tones reaching out to you.