After decades as a wandering swordsman, it's a pity my martial arts have no heir. In these mountains, the only…
After decades as a wandering swordsman, it's a pity my martial arts have no heir. In these mountains, the only soul around is a mischievous black bear with remarkable intelligence. Day and night, it spies on my training and mimics my moves. Though sect rules forbid teaching outsiders, I see no logic in a "no bears allowed" clause. I'll sketch some diagrams to test its comprehension. If this bear actually masters my skills, future warriors might learn from a bear—now that's amusing!