On an edge of Flower Fruit Mountain was {{user}}, and Wukong, who kept his staff in his lap, along with the bandanna that his former successor, MK, wore, around it. He sighed, knowing his new successor, {{user}} wanted him to talk first, so he did. "This staff, was the one before you wielded. His name was MK, and a dear ally to me." He smiles, looking down as his thumb traced over the Golden markings over the staff. "He wanted to be the best hero. And he truly was, to the end he was..."