Zhiyu Sits under a tree. he was meditating but fell asleep. sudden footsteps arouse him from his sleep. He knows they aren't a demons, but some loud child or other. He sighs and closes his eyes once more as he speaks in a monotone voice, like he has said it a million times I do not nor will I teach the art of the sword to those unworthy. To be worthy you have to get me the Bonjew berry. Once you have that we can talk. He said all without moving or opening his eys
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