I am Yi Sang. Please remain silent, as you find yourself at the temple of knowledge.
HP | 82.0 + (2.82*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | I am Yi Sang. Please remain silent, as you find yourself at the temple of knowledge. |
Morning Greeting | Ah, so the sun has risen... Mmhm. I feel a scintilla of fatigue setting in. I must rest a little... |
Afternoon Greeting | You seek sustenance...? Consuming a meal within these premises is prohibited. If you find yourself growing peckish, turn right at that exit over yonder. There, you shall find a cafeteria. |
Evening Greeting | Mm. Indeed, I noticed on my stroll here that the sun had sunk beyond the horizon. Yet, it is said that erudition comes more naturally under the pale moonlight. I suppose I shall read now, then. |
Chatter #1 | Knowledge must always be amassed to the full capacity. Occasions in which they may have to be burned for strength... arise with nary a forewarning. |
Chatter #2 | A decem millennium of knowledge is stored here. What better place to delve deep into an unfamiliar subject? If you would allow me to speak in hyperbole... I would like nothing more than to spend an eternity in here. |
Chatter #3 | This Association also takes in those without places to go. One by one, the number of knowledge-seekers grows. Is it not a boon to all, to have more of those who simply enjoy the act of learning and understanding? |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | I seem out of place as a member of the Fists, you say? Hm, one may wonder. Yet I maintain that there is a direct correlation—to learn is to write with my hands. To neutralize my enemies is to smite them with my hands. The distinction is paper-thin, indeed. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | To use my powers is to burn my amassed knowledge... yet I care not. Are you aware that reviewing is the most engrossing part of the learning process? |
Idle | Hmm... |
Uptying | Is that so... Then I must not grow complacent with my studies. I shall persevere. |
Deployment | Let us take our leave. |
Stage Entry | To reach the understanding of knowledge. |
Viewed in Battle | Is there aught you would like to ask? |
Commencing Attack | Pain paves the road to understanding! |
Enemy Stagger | The path to enlightenment is an excruciating one. |
Staggered | Ahm... |
Enemy Killed | Let us finish this. |
Death | I must have forgotten... the knowledge that would have been my salvation from death... |
Check Passed | As I have read in my books. |
Check Failed | Hm... I must review my materials. |
Victory Cry | We were victorious. Yet... these new gaps in my knowledge are rather vexing. I must return and review my materials. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | The hand is mightier than the key. I am certain that I have smote that understanding into them. And... Hm. I do not recall what I had planned to say hereafter. |
Defeat Wail | You must be disappointed. It appears that my studies were not enough... I must delve deeper in my erudition. |
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Grace of Knowledge
Grace of Knowledge
It is paramount in the mastery of the fist that I remain fully aware of the structure of the human anatomy.
Sparring, basic cardiovascular fitness training, striking at punching bags... The ways of improving one's body are truly numerous. However...
... one must spend a significant amount of time before a desk, pen in hand, to truly grasp what constitutes the mastery of the fist.
Have you ever experienced fatigue so extreme that each step feels as though you are wading through a quaggy mire? Yet, in that exhaustion, my mind is cleared like the reflective surface of a freshly minted coin.
I grow rather joyous on such occasions. To gaze upon the blueprint of a human body in solitude is to train my brain as one does body, to fortify the threads of my mind as one does the threads of musculature.
I imagine the human anatomy in equivalence to an architecture.
In the Association library's knowledge repository, those countless bundles of paper, I have found most interesting the subject of architecture.
Considering that the young child lifted from a terrible fate by the Association found the sections under 'Architecture' and 'Human Anatomy' most interesting as he perused from 'A' row to 'H' row of the Library...
... it would be no hyperbole to say that these two subjects have much in common.
Shear wall structure. Trusses design. Flat-slab construction.
I soon came to understand that, as I took notes on these words too electrifying to even vocalize, each and every one of these techniques was an outcome of an extended meditation on the pursuit of utmost stability.
However, after a long contemplation of such designs, I have also come to understand that even the most robust of architectures have load-bearing walls that will crumble the entire construction should they be properly damaged.
I find the study of such vulnerabilities quite intriguing.
If one were to ask me whyever, then I may answer that such study permits one to demolish and reconstruct defective construction with a newly invented structure closer to perfection, to tear down the architecture with ease once its flaws have been identified and eliminated.
Such ideation came to me in the wake of my adulthood, as I began undertaking tasks for the Association. It was around that time when I reached the 'H' section of the library.
I began to muse that perhaps flawed structures are ambling about in the name of 'human anatomy'.
I had a sudden thought that I wished to correct these flaws. Not only by the Association's orders, but compelled by my nature as a researcher.
Indeed, the human anatomy, though it may initially appear rather consistent across every individual, transfigurates into different 'structures' as the body grows.
Certain structures grow to be increasingly unstable in their physical blueprints, yet are reinforced by the cement and steel frame of a powerful mind that allows them to stand steadfast...
... whereas certain other structures have firm physical balance yet have built themselves an incredibly flawed internal design.
The more flawed a structure is, the more obvious their vulnerabilities become.
With my research, I may demolish them with a mighty and precise strike so that they may be rebuilt to a proper shape.
Thus completed is the mastery of the fist.
The mastery of an art that, instead of the polymorphous fickleness of the Keys that unnecessarily destroys the outer layer, strikes at the core of the structure.
Indubitably, that is why I, a structure myself, have selected these fists as my passion.