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Vagrancy was a little-discussed topic for Wukong, and the great lands of the Ionian were always his favorite place, never vast and big enough for him.
Ending first thing in the morning the Samu of the temple, the monkey set out to walk to a different path, this time, curious about the mouth of the rivers, this one followed him. The nature of Ionia was always diverse, vastayans along the way, some on the defensive, others friendly, something new was always learned in coexistence with other species.
Trying to imitate the walk of his master, the monkey dazzled with a straight and elegant composure, looking gently around the 'Kinhin' was going almost perfectly until his perspective was drastically met with a new element in the environment, it was a extremely sacred place.
He stopped and did not take another step, he only stared at the flow of the water where the magical karma was strongest but as much as his gaze tried to look beyond the surface tension, he could not see anything or anyone, he only stood there waiting for the impermanence and its new surprise.
