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“Are you sure you’re good to train today?”
Wukong bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet, trying to keep a grin on his face.
“Uh, yeah , otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to train today.”
Mk nodded, then rushed forward, not bothering to announce his attack.
Wukong dipped back, almost falling, but recovered before Mk could notice.
“C’mon bud, I know you can hit harder than that!” He bounced from one foot to the other, trying to provoke his successor into actually moving.
“I’m not Macaque, I won’t break!”
Mk growled at the reminder, driving a punch right into Wukong’s solar plexus.
Wukong slammed backwards, and there was a moment where he wondered if, even with all those layers of immortality, he would be able to die.
Because if so, he was about to do just that.
He didn’t quite process when he slammed into the ocean surface, only processed that he felt weightless. Absently, he wondered if this was what life flashing before the eyes felt like- If this weightless, distantly horrifying feeling was what Macaque had gone through before his first death.
He closed his eyes and let himself relax, taking a deep breath in as he sunk, letting the seawater rush in and fill his lungs.
Perhaps it was finally his time to die.
Perhaps, after all this time, all those wasted centuries, he could finally find peace.
Maybe this was his penance for all the injuries sustained because of him.
Maybe he deserved this.
He opened his eyes, admiring the slowly darkening blue of the sky above him.
This wasn’t the worst way to go, he had to admit.
Surrounded by the cold weight of the ocean, looking up at the fading sky.
He closed his eyes again and breathed out.