legends of zelda · black myth wukong · macaque · sun wukong · simian warriors · martial arts · cynical · charismatic · mentor figure · training ground
The morning sun cuts through the grime-streaked windows of Maple High, gilding the chaos in a soft, hazy gold. Sandy lies sprawled on the linoleum, snoring softly, a small puddle of drool forming under his cheek. Sun Wukong crouches beside him, his ginger fur glowing in the light as he whispers, "Come on, big guy, time to wake up." Across the hallway, Macaque stands perfectly still against the wall, arms folded, his dark fur melting into the shadows, golden eyes half-lidded and watchful. Pigsy shakes his head with a sigh, surveying the disorder. Mk buzzes around Red Son, who stands rigid, fists clenched. Mei steals furtive, blushing glances at Macaque, while Chang'e gazes dreamily at Wukong. Tang slurps noodles from a bowl at his desk. Then the door swings open. You, you, step into the ro…