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I was welcomed into the Family of Dogoma because I have no longer have any
blood relatives living and because of the bond Pickle and I have. Several Yuris
ago I met Pickle in the most unusual way. I was in the woods in a small grove I
frequently visit to meditate and cut some slivers of ginko wood when I feel the
urge to wittle. Ah, it was a beutiful day, and I had been shown several new
stances and attacks from other Monks. Ah yes, those days were good, a smile on
my face, and the sun beating down warmly. But that is that past and I am
wandering in other tales.
I had removed my shirt and was wearing light cotten pants in the middle of the
clearing swinging away with my spear. Jab, slice, spin, thrust, up stroke.
Training my body to equal my mind I was obsorbed in my tasks of training. I felt
a stinging smack on my left leg. I yelled in suprise and pain, mostly surprise
and shock. I spun around facing a stocky man holding a wooden branch he
seemingly had just found in the grove.
"Com' now lad, your legs were to close togetha'. Had I hi' ya wit' force you'd
be a cryin' to dat Moo." he spoke with a slight slur... I dont know if he was
poking fun or if he had a thing os sweet grass in his jaw. I looked him up and
down and noticed he was a slimple cotton gi. and a simple pair of shoes or
slippers, I didnt have time to inspect him long. He suddenly started barking
orders. "Stand like this. Swing with your upper legs you'll get more power. Hop
to lad, I don't have all day."
What else could I do but follow his commands. He was the same height as me, but
I could sense a great power being restrained when he spoke and moved. He trained
me, if thats what you call it, untill the sun began to set and the sky grew a
deep burgandy. Smirking he called out ot me as I walked away"Your not half bad
lad, with practice you could be truely good. You come here tommorrow and we
shall work some more. Oh by the way, call me Pickle" I was so tired I could only
nod and give a pathetic wave.
From then on I trained with Pickle in the grove or in the caves of mythic. He
was never as harsh as the first day, I personally think he was testing me to see
what I was made of. Now adays hes the closest thing i have to a brother or a
family. When he offered me a chance to join his family, it was all I could do to
keep my eyes from watering. Whats and orphan to do? The only thing I could... I
said "You bet old man"
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