Boating

|| Oh boy, we both know what you just did. ||

> Need to make an impression, don't I? I can think of no better way than this... <

*Thwich* *Twicth*

Veins on the seer's temple throbbed, holding in as much emotion as they could.

> Cocky little bitch thinks she beat me. No, she gave me that look! No one looks down on me! I'll show her. <

The seer began working his brush, his strokes strong and brutal, capturing his internal state as he wrote on it. A little extract about the legendary Sun Wukong facing up against Buddha. Strong selection of words and harsh, artistic, and dry strokes of rage and frustration.