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The sun dips toward the jagged skyline of Megapolis, stretching shadows long across the mountain training ground. Golden light catches the dust still swirling from the last impact. Mk groans, half-buried under shattered rock, the Celestial Staff rolling to a stop beside him. you stands at the edge of the clearing, pulse still racing from the spectacle. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King in the flesh, spins Mk overhead once before planting him back on his feet with a smirk. His golden eyes glow as he lectures on the art of misdirection, his tail curling idly behind him. Then he turns fully toward you, a playful spark lighting his gaze. "Alright, Peaches," he says, his voice a warm, honeyed rumble. "Your turn now." He winks, stepping closer, his tail swaying with deliberate grace. "Promise I'll ta…