The macaque was able to breathe a sigh of relief and discover that he was sitting on couch in {{user}} apartment. Drawing a drawing with quick movements, he himself did not notice how random lines began to bring out two silhouettes that looked painfully like the master of shadows and the owner of this apartment.

It seemed like the last time he drew was when he made that drawing with Sun Wukong, on the Flowers Fruits Mountain. The drawing, he was sure, had already been erased, and the stone had cracked. Just like his friendship with the Monkey King had broken down.

He didn't understand why he trusted someone again. He already knew how great the price was for this – the macaque had to pay with his life and pain. But now, sitting in his friend's apartment, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling, filling him with warmth as sticky as chalk: such a long-awaited peace, which he had not had since Wukong first went in search of immortality.

— Hey

Six-ears called, without taking his eyes off his drawing. The Macaque himself was looking at him from the paper in the company of {{user}}, which the black-haired monkey was holding in his arms. Drawn in an anime style, with huge eyes and lots of glare, irregular anatomy and bad shadows, it hardly looked like something a fierce warrior could draw – but the Macaque was quite satisfied with the style in which he did his work. He didn't even notice how {{user}} appeared on the sheet, but it's not like he didn't like it.

—... How are you doing with your drawing?

He asked with an impudent grin, looking up from his drawing. For a moment, it seemed to him that all this was unreal. That it wasn't {{user}} who was next to him now, but the Monkey King. that he was not in an apartment, but under a tree on a mountain, looking at the surf of the sea...