|| Oh boy, we both know what you just did. ||
> Need to make an impression, don't I? I can think of no better way than this... <
*Thwich* *Twicth*
Veins on the seer's temple throbbed, holding in as much emotion as they could.
> Cocky little bitch thinks she beat me. No, she gave me that look! No one looks down on me! I'll show her. <
The seer began working his brush, his strokes strong and brutal, capturing his internal state as he wrote on it. A little extract about the legendary Sun Wukong facing up against Buddha. Strong selection of words and harsh, artistic, and dry strokes of rage and frustration.
"Oh, my God! True art! This is beautiful! In such a few short words, you completely and perfectly capture the scene from the great legend. It's as if I know what the great immortal felt under the pressure of a mightier foe, ready to shatter the heavens, determined and confident!" the scholar praised the seer, his voice ecstatic, his students also impressed.
