Arc Name: On The Path To becoming a Master
Arc Tier: Tier 2
Blue: South Blue
Island: Karate Island
Arc Description: Mr. Myagi no longer able to train Qilin sets him upon his own path to becoming a Master himself. In order to be accepted as a Master on karate Island Qilin must face each of the masters prized students and be victorious.The opposing dojos get to pick the match stipulations and locations. However defeating dojo' is not all that is required. A master cannot simply be someone who fights well. He must past a series of Trials that will also test his wit, intelligence, willpower and leadership abilities. Only after all has been completed will he be recognized as a master on Karate island and recieve the ceremonial headband.

Task Name: The Eagle and The Serpent
Tier: 2
NPC or PC: PC
Location: Karate Island
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: The final preperation and overall test that Grand Master Miyagi has set forth for Qilin. The young Martial artist must fight his sensei and land at least one blow. If Miyagi is satisfied that his student is ready he will finally let him set out to become a Master of the martial arts. Yet Qilin is aware that the old man is one tough cookie and no student has ever been able to lay a finger on him.
Enemy Details: 1 tier 2
Boss: Yes 

It was strange that even a simple tap could cause an arm to go limp, and it seemed that he would need to train the stance and the actual strikes, so that he could fluidly go into it and use it whenever he wanted. After a long day's training, simply moving, flowing, and then striking certain places on a nearby tree, he would finally go to sleep, and await the next day where he was suppose to fight his sensei bright and early. Miyagi had been watching...waiting and now it was time to present the test that was once given to him unto this new hopeful. However he would not be as kind to him as his instructor was by any means. He smiled as he perched upon the tree like a bird of prey focused on his target.  His feet halfway over the edge as he peered from his vantage point he would not look back yet he knew the other Masters were present. He'd hop over the side of the tree, and fall down towards what appeared to be an overhang of cloth to provide shade for those at the front door. Bouncing off of this, he would twirl in the air before hitting the ground with a roll to reduce any broken bones or bruises. By the end of this display, he popped to his feet several yards from the others and a lot closer to the unaware Qilin. Slow steps would begin to close the gap between them as his eyes flickered a deep crimson behind the dark visage. A grin would etch itself across his face slowly the corners of his mouth hitting their peak. His brisk walk would turn into a run and the run into an inhuman sprint. As Miyagi came towards Qilin he would speak. “Prove yourself!!” Qilin could barely react before two palms buried themselves into his stomach. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before in his life. Haki infused palms seemed like they had pulled his intestines out. Qilin was so convinced he had to look down to verify. It was then that he received a wooden sandal to the face as the old man had jumped extremely high and to land the flying kick. His strength was incredible to be that old and frail looking as the much larger Amatsu stumbled back several feet. Blood leaked from his mouth as he no doubt had a split lip and he had to forcibly keep himself from vomiting after that palm strike he had received. Mr. Miyagi got into his famous tiger stance and Qilin tried to summon up any knowledge he could to mount an offensive. He had never found himself in a situation where his size and brute strength simply was not enough.

“You can do better than this Qilinson” The old man stated as he ran at him again. With that said the run would turn into a blur. A swift front kick would be sent at Qilin with such force that the mere wind from the kick seemed to move him inches before his foot was firmly planted in his abdomen. This finally did cause Qilin to vomit, yet instead of yesterday’s supper in was blood. He was out gunned and most likely outclassed so the point was he needed to rely on his wits. The old man would not pull any punches he could see that now so he needed to get on his game and focus. Qilin stood up and mustered the very bit of strength he had. He swung a linear jab at Mr. Miyagi who easily swatted it away and countered with his own jab at a faster speed. Qilin raised his arm at a bend so that his sensei’s knuckle collided with his elbow and to turn his strike against him. The plan had worked as Miyagi shook his hand after the strike and Qilin swiftly snatched the jagged bark from the large oak next to them and attempted to stab Miyagi in the shoulder.  Of course Miyagi's little slip was a feint waiting for desperation such as this. The old man’s agility would reflexively kick in and the clumsy feint would collapse turning into a well-placed kick into to the inside of Qilin’s elbow before he could fully extend to thrust. He did so in a perfect spin which helped him avoid the desperate and uncoordinated strike of his larger opponent. However Qilin smiled as he had absorbed the attack and was only feigning pain. Using his freshly learned knowledge of how to take such blow a powerful punch would strike Miyagi who was stuck mid-air and knock him into the large tree. 

Skills

Spoiler:

....sorry bout that

Mr. Miyagi quickly got up in a martial arts stance as a strange energy started to emanate around him like fire yet it was green in color. Qilin was not ready for this and was sure he had done what was required and landed a blow on his sensei. As soon as this thought crossed his mind the energy dispersed and his sensei flashed a grin. “Very good very good…you are ready Qilinson.” Qilin would simply bow in respect and sigh. watched the man become visible again, his own personal skeletons seemingly coming out the closet as the normally calm and composed man lost his cool and became a maniac that only Qilin himself would be proud of. On the flip side the villagers seemed to be a bit more on edge now, for some reason after the failed assassination of he and his crew, and the fact that he had murdered two more men, turned in their skulls for profit then hung them on his fireplace mantel, he seemed to be garnering some bad press. Maybe Mr. Miyagi could talk to them? He shrugged before simply walking off. 

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