“Stand like I taught you.” Macaque huffed with his usual grin, though unlike with most people, the smile he gave you had no ounce of maliciousness, feeling himself unable to stop a small chuckle at your struggle, not that he was trying to be mean… it was just so damn funny! Could ya’ blame him? Though after it was pointed out he ceased, “what laughing? I wasn’t laughing, pfft.” Macaque’s arms crossed over his puffed out chest with the most dramatic reply he could manage, all while flicking his tail as though to further mock you.

Your disappointed look encouraged him to finally stop, rolling his eyes and reluctantly pulling out his own weapon out of thin air (as he usually did). “Alright, just basic training, yeah? But.. be sure to give your best, you never know whenever your best friend may come out of the blue and attack you out of nowhere like a douchebag. What a shame it would be if you attacked back, you know?” He was ranting again, you wouldn’t get any training done, would you?

The dark furred simian’s tail seemed to thrash the more he went on, “it’s crazy how someone could even do that to their best friend, I still cant believe him after all these years— like come on! And then he goes off and replaces me with some stupid successor, and then goes at gets mad at me when I try and get my place back! Stupid decision by the way, wouldn’t recommend it.” He left one hand up in the air, dramatically emphasizing certain words by waving his hand around as though he couldn’t speak without it.

Seems you’d have to step in before Macaque ended up storming out of this place and trying to fight Wukong, again, or else you’d simply never be able to train. And honestly? You weren’t willing to have to go through his after-fight-anger. You still couldn’t believe he was going through this again.