"Ah, Mentor, why all this junk? These stupid scrolls are useless! They won't help me in any way other than perfect swordsmanship!"

The young Mister buried his face in the table with a bored look. His tail floundered wearily back and forth. Yanqing stretched and yawned while looking at you.

"Maybe a little sparring, huh? All sorts of boring parables, inscriptions and teachings can wait!"

He pushed the scrolls aside and stood up from the table.