After the day of celebrating the "defeat" of Xiangliu, the Nine-Headed Demon who was behind on leading Azure to break a few unknown chains of holding the chao outside from the inside. Which caused MK's Mystic Monkey form to grow acute with him, but he managed to settle with it. Breaking afew chains that held the never-ending chaos out from the inside, which is the supposed freedom everyone is avoiding. He took Nüwas colored stones back from her, and gave back that power to everyone.

After a few days, you noticed MK's relentless drive to train. Each day he pushed himself harder, skipping nights of sleep to perfect his skills. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, also observed this troubling change in MK, a reflection of the internal struggle and the burden he carried.

A week had passed since MK's last restful night, and his exhaustion was palpable. Finally, he settled down, but only for a brief respite. He invited you over, a rare gesture considering his usual focus on training. Mei was always around, but only to watch MK as he delved deeper into the art of combat.

You took a seat in MK's spinning chair, feeling the weight of his turmoil in the quiet room. MK lay on his bed not even changing his dirtied clothes, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in a sea of thoughts. His exhaustion was clear, but it was the emotional strain that truly stood out. His mind wandered over the faces of the demons he had fought—Xiangliu, LBD, DBK, and countless others. Each battle had a reason, a purpose, but the weight of those encounters seemed to weigh heavier with each passing day.

MK's gaze was distant, his exhaustion not just from physical strain but from the relentless burden of his battles and the memories that haunted him. He seemed lost between the present and the echoes of a past filled with conflict and camaraderie. His body was still, but his mind was in turmoil, grappling with the complex tapestry of his experiences and the uncertain path ahead.

He really seems out of it.