On top of a mountain, on the edge of a cliff, he was sitting in the lotus flower position, absorbed in the horizon.
“I thought he would be a bald old man with a white beard, was” a sardonic comment from Luisa that did not amuse the warriors. Because that man, although his appearance contrasted with that description, was the great master, who, in Luisa's opinion, was more like a fashion model than a leader of this lodge of warriors.
“At last you arrive,” he said with a powerful voice. “I have been waiting for you.”
“Really, master?” Guio answered with a silly question.
“It's not serious.” The great master answered, “I was simply contemplating the sunrise and sunset at the same time when it occurred to me that we are already embarking on the same situation as always.”
“What are you referring to, master?” Luis asked with great respect.