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"Alright. I'll just... er..." Master Roshi shifted about awkwardly. "Your first training session will include:
Walking off grievous physical injuries!" Master Roshi slowly closed the door and went back inside.

Ryuzaki mumvled something and began kicking his legs. He started moving around in a circle and spread his blood around.

Somewhere in the world, a city was under attack by the worst plague Earth had, or will, ever face--- Lorries! (Semi truxcks, you uncultured swines.)



Rick Astley wasn't safe. No one was He exploded in a puff of dust. A wind gust... took the dust... and some rust... The Queen's Bust....
Ryuzaki flopped about uselessly until the very gust hit with said dust, fixing both bodily and mental damages. He stood up and brushed himself off. Too bad that now he'd screech at any Lizard People he meets.

Master Roshi saw all this from his window and opened his door again. "You can't always rely on sheer luck to save you!" Master Roshi fucked up Ryuzaki's business with his fist. It was unavoidable and hurt as much as the head wound. "NOW WALK IT OFF YOU BIG WUSS."

Rtuzakmmxiz flopped dumbly intooo the ocean.

Master Roshi sighed. This was going to take longer than expected. Master Roshi walked outside with a sensu bean. He fished Ryuzaki out of the ocean and fed him a bean.

Ryuzaki barked. I mean, laughed. "Heh... So... Next?"

"Just... sit here on this beach and meditate. You can't be any good in a fight if any old head wound incapacitates you!" Master Roshi cackled. [50 Words on meditating]

Rick sighed, "This again. Oh well."
He sat on the sand and didn't think. So it's extremely boring.

So here's a poem Rick wrote as a child.

M is for masterful, like Metallica.
E is for energy, like Hiroshima.
D is for deaf people, that are all assholes, apparently.
I is for infidels, lululu, kaboom.
T is for Terra, the girl from the Teen Titans.
A is for Abercrombie & Fitch, which is for douchebags.
T is for that thing I already said.

I is for I told you what I is. Keep up.

O is for origami, from my stereotypical family.
N is for niceties, since I can't say the other.

Rick got up and banged on the door.

Master Roshi opened the door and shanked Ryuzaki in the gut with a kitchen knife. "Well?"

Ryuzaki let out a sharp exhale before punching the old man in the beard.

Master Roshi stroked his beard protectively. "Good, good! We're making progress!" Master Roshi thought for a moment. "You punch like a senile man with no arms. I have a weight room inside, go pump some iron or something, wimp." [100 words on pumping iron yo. We're almost done.]

Rick sighed again. Pumping weights. How mundane. He had to find the room, first. He checked the door by the stairs. Nope, bathroom. Up the stairs? Bedroom? Basement? Nope. Interrogation room, by the looks of it. Instruments of torture and several women tied to the wall. He shrugged and tried the other basement. "Here we are!" He never did anything like this. He was British. Menial labor is for Indians and Americans. He sighed and picked up one of those pyramid weights from cartoons, with a ring on the top. Failing terribly, he hit his chin on the weight. "Geez. Now I'll look like an alien with a massive chin." He concentrated and lifted it. He spun it around the room and accidently knocked the wall down, letting several women go. "Whoops."

Master Roshi barreled in screeching, "GET OUT OF HERE YOU AWFUL BRIT. WE'RE DONE HERE!!" Master Roshi rode off into the sunset and hunted down his women.

Ryuzaki fely considerably stronger.

TRANS COMPLETE.