"Mongoose climbing stairs!" The short young monk cried out. Immediately after, he delivered a punch to the training dummy, and leaped higher to kick the top of it where a head would have been if it had one.

Meanwhile, Raimundo Pedrosa watched Omi demolish the defenseless dummy. After the dummy was nothing but a splintered piece of wood scattered about the training grounds, Raimundo approached his teammate. Omi watched as the team leader neared him, noting his red robes and blue Wudai sash in contrast to Raimundo's alternating red and black robes with a golden-yellow sash. The Xiaolin Dragon of Water would be lying if he admitted that he wasn't the least bit upset that he wasn't chosen to be the first to advance to Shoku Warrior and be the team leader.

"Omi," The Brazilian Xiaolin Dragon of Wind called. Then, regarding Omi's training, he continued, "I've been wondering; why do you yell out the attack you're going to do?"

Omi raised a brow at the absurdity of the question, taking a moment to decide if Raimundo was serious. When it was clear the Brazilian was serious, he answered slowly, "Because it is the attack I am going to go."

Raimundo bluntly said, "I know that, but you announce your move to the enemy—if they somehow know what you're talking about. Why don't you just not say them?"

"That would be dishonorable!" Omi cried, aghast.

Raimundo froze and repeated, "Dishonorable?"

"Yes, dishonorable." Omi confirmed.

"Are you calling the rest of us dishonorable?" Raimundo folded his arms across his chest, somewhat annoyed that Omi would suggest such a thing, though it was exactly what Omi and his big ego would do.

"Oh, no." Omi assured him, raising his hand to calm the older monk. "You are not always dishonorable, just irresponsible."

There was a brief moment of silence as Raimundo processed Omi's words, then processed them again, his annoyance growing a notch each time he processed it. When he'd mentally rechecked them multiple times in the split-second it required, certain that's what the little bald one meant, he exclaimed, "Irresponsible?! I'd like to see you—"

Omi interrupted and smugly spoke, "Yes, irresponsible. But do not fear, Raimundo my friend; for I will teach you, Clay, and Kimiko, proper responsibility." He paused to let his stunning words of encouragement sink in before adding, "No need to thank me."

Raimundo's eye twitched as annoyance gave way to frustration. Instead of letting the pent-up emotions release themselves all over Omi's egotistical behind, he took a large breath and let them out in the fashion that Master Fung had taught them— well, taught mostly to Kimiko to help her control her anger.

"Whatever. I have chores to do anyway." He calmly responded. It was his turn to do the dishes and he was far from looking forward to it. No matter how much he'd love to use the Shroud of Shadows to simply make the dishes vanish, he was making an effort to be more responsible—he'd never gotten away with hiding his chores anyway, the Fung-man always saw through his ingenious façade.

Omi was clearly surprised, his jaw was dropped low as he said in disbelief, "You? Do Chores?"

Raimundo forced a sarcastic laugh as he turned around and headed inside for his dreaded chores, "Ha, ha, very funny."

"But I was not joking." He said aloud, though Raimundo was now inside and did not hear. Alone on the training grounds, still standing next to the splintered remains of his training dummy, he mused silently to himself, "Maybe he really has changed."