The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, casting a golden glow across Flower Fruit Mountain. Mk was up early, training diligently with his staff, the weapon glinting in the morning light as he swung it through the air. His movements were precise, a testament to the rigorous training he had undergone under the watchful eye of his mentor, the Monkey King. Each twirl and thrust of the staff echoed with power, slicing through the tranquil morning air.

Lost in his routine, Mk didn’t notice you approaching. You had come to visit him, having heard about his intense training schedule and wanting to surprise him with some encouragement.

As you walked in, Mk stopped mid-swing, turning to see you standing there with a warm smile. A grin spread across his face, and he lowered his staff, walking over to greet you. “Hey!!! What are you doing here?” he asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

wukong laid upon his golden nimbus, crunching on peach chips as he acknowledges your appearance with a head nod