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He stumbled forward, even with his bruised, tired, and aching body screaming at him to stop and rest, which he ignored as he kept his gaze on the kneeling figure in front of him as he made his way toward them.
The figure's many titles were known throughout all of history.
The Intelligent Stone Monkey
The Great Sage, Heaven's Equal
The Victorious Fighting Buddha
But most important was his very name and most well-known title.
Sun Wukong, The Monkey King
He couldn't help but stop when he felt something hit him through his back before realizing it was one of Sun Wukongs six senses as he absorbed it.
He didn't think to check which one it was that had entered him as he continued again to Sun Wukong’s mindless body.
The elder was saying something, but he didn't stop to listen to what he was saying, something he had never done before even as a cub, as making his way to Sun Wukong was more important to him at this moment.
He stopped again as another sense entered his body hitting him in the back before continuing onward until two more entered this time from his chest.
It was agony, the suddenness of these six senses entering his body after they had been so violently torn away from him was possibly worse than any of the previous injuries he had gotten from his fights on his journey.
He could equivalent it to having one’s body nerves be out slowly as salt was poured into the opened wounds.
An exaggeration it likely was but it was the best he could compare the pain to.
Still, he tried to keep himself moving, his eyesight starting to blur, and the inside of his head started to feel like someone was using it as a Tanggu. Yet he kept moving even as another sense floated down in front of Sun Wukong before shooting to enter him.
He managed to not fall back but could no longer hold onto the staff in his hand, feeling heavier than it ever had before as he dropped it into the water.
Four steps were all he could take before falling to his knees, his head low.
He heard the sound of something falling into the water over the beating of his heart in his ears but couldn't lift his head to see what it was.
He heard the sound of someone coming, the elder, his mind pointed it out to him because if it was Zhu Bajie he would already be complaining about being wet.
He stared at his reflection in the water, seeing himself for the first time since he had first gone on the journey.
He still had his bright orange fur and peach skin. The fur on his head was standing upward no matter how anyone had tried to flatten it, with a pink heart-shaped marking over his face. His eyes had changed sometime after he had gained the first of the relics, Sun Wukings “eyes”, with them no longer dark brown but golden brown.
He really did look like Son Wukong, he noticed faintly, seeing the same characteristics on his body when they were fighting. The only difference he could tell between the two of them had been the difference in height and the fact the King looked older than him though those weren't much of a surprise since he was just barely out of his teen years.
Perhaps in a few years, his body would look completely identical to the King’s.
He blinked sluggishly as the elder’s reflection appeared in front of his own holding something glowing before the realization of what it was slowly came to him.
The Golden Headband
Ah, so this was it, his journey had finally reached the end.
He wondered what would happen to him after he completely became Sun Wukong’s incarnation.
Would he just have his memories?
Would Sun Wukong be a presence in his mind who would guide him?
Would they merge into a new being?
Would Sun Wukong take control of his body as his conscience watches the actions of what he does?
Or…would he simply disappear?
…it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter what happens to him, just as long as their people have their King back.
They had suffered and searched for him for such a long time, sending out a number of young warriors to try to bring Sun Wukong back to them.
And now they would have him back.
A smile came to his face as he accepted that whatever came next, he would be at peace with it.
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…
…
Somethings wrong
?
Somethings wrong!
!
SOMETHING WRONG!!!
That was all the warning Sun Wukong's instincts gave to him before it happened.
It was instant as he suddenly felt himself falling somewhere, his body feeling like it was burning from the inside out as a scream ripped itself out of his throat.
The pain was too much.
Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much!Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much!Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much!Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much!
TOO MUCH!!!
He was thankful when the pain finally knocked him out.
He blinked awake, his body feeling more tired than it ever had before as he forced himself to stand up before looking around to see where he was.
He didn't recognize where he was, seeing himself in some alleyway between two tall strange buildings with unfamiliar sounds and smells.
He forced himself not to instinctively cover his nose and ears from the loud sounds and awful smells. He had suffered worse before after all, he was not some untrained cub but a warrior.
Leaning against one of the buildings for support he dragged himself to the entrance before peeking out to see where he was and if he needed to be ready to fight any potential enemies.
Only to see the strangest sights he ever had seen since his journey had begun.
Tall long buildings with a few that could rival mountains, a strange rock-like landscape separated in two colors with one being a light grey color and the other being as dark as obsidian, strange metal-looking carts carrying people that seem to move all on their own that seemed to be the sources of the disgusting smells and sounds.
But more importantly the people themselves.
Humans and Yaoguai were walking around in broad daylight and interacting with one another like it was an everyday occurrence.
He moved away to stare the the opposite wall and slid down to sit on the dirty ground.
Wherever he had been transported to, it was far from his home.