Chapter 3 - Meet The Dragon of The Sun
The four walked through the crowded city. "Ahh, my kind of city!" Kimiko exclaimed. "Don't you just love it?" "Not too great for me, missy. I prefer open space." Clay replied. Rai was too involved in his MP3 player to notice and Omi was too awestruck to answer. "It is like New York, only it is brighter. More lights." he said, not noticing Kimiko's question. Dojo sat upon clays head trying to give directions. "Right, yeah keep going. No wait, left? Is it left?" He sighed. "I'm not getting anything. You sure he said Tokyo?" "Absolutely." "Well, let's get something to eat. I'm can't function on an empty stomach." "Can we please visit my family and Keiko first?" Kimiko pleaded. "Well.." Dojo began. "Please?" "All right, but let's keep it short. We've got a job." "Thank you!" "Yeah, yeah." he said as she hugged him. They momentarily visited Kimiko's family and friend, Keiko but kept the meetings short, due to "Official Monk Business".
"So, where is this guy?" Raimundo asked eating a piece of fish. "Hmmm, I don't know." Dojo replied with a mouthful of rice. "I haven't really felt anything since we got here. Maybe we missed him." "What do you mean by missed him?" Clay said straining. Omi and him were arm westling. "I don't know. I'm just guessing." "Why can't you sense him?" Kimiko asked from behind per PDA. "Well dragon's don't just activate constantly or randomly. If they miss their chance, they're much harder to sense. What is that?" he asked, motioning to Kimiko. "This? It's my new PDA." "No, the writing on it." "That's it's name. It's a Komatsu 1380." Dojo shuddered. "That's the name. We need to search for that name." "What, you think he's in the Komatsu company?" "No, no, it's just the same name." "How do you know?" "I just know. Trust me."
"Hmmmm," Kimiko flipped through the phonebook. "Hey, we're in luck. There's only one Komatsu here and they're about 2 miles away." The four monks and the dragon walked to the address. It was an apartment in a huge building. The went in and contiued up several stories. "All right, apartment thirty." Clay said. He knocked. "I hope you got the right one, Dojo." Dojo shuddered. "Oh yeah. This is it."
An American boy answered the door. No more than nineteen years old, he stood about 3 inches taller than Raimundo. He was thinly built but nonetheless muscular. Kimiko almost jumped. It was the boy from here dream. "Yes?" "Um, hi. My name's Clay, that's Raimundo, Omi and Kimiko." Clay said shaking his hand. "Hi, I'm Sol." He then repeated the monk's names as he shook hands with them. When he got to Kimiko, he paused looking at her for second. Then he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you." She nodded, trying to hide her face. Everyone went quite. Sol eventually broke the silence. "What can I help you four with?"
"We'd like to speak to you and your parents." Clay replied. Sol was about to say something when a woman inside the apartment called out. "Sol, who is it?" "They say they're monks from the Xiaolin Temple." "Well, don't just stand there. Invite them in." Sol led them into the kitchen where the man and woman were cooking. "I'm gonna go back to my room." Sol said to the woman. She nodded. "Hello. Is there something you all need?" "Actually, we'd like to speak to you about your son, ma'am." Clay said. "Oh, he's not my son." The four looked at eachother. "Pardon me, ma'am?" "I'm his aunt. That's his uncle." she said motioning to the man. The man nodded a hello and went back to the stove. "Do you know where his parents are?" was all Kimiko could think of. "Sol was orphaned a few years ago. I was the only close family he had, so I took him in." "Oh, I'm so sorry." Kimiko replied, with a little embarassment. "It's okay."
Sol came in again. Everyone went quiet and looked at him. "Hmm. You told 'em my story, didn't you?" he said looking at his aunt. "Only because they asked." He nodded. "Right. So what is this about anyway?" Sol asked, folding his arms to his chest. This time Omi spoke up. "We are Xiaolin Monks who wish for you to come to our temple and see if you would like to train there. Your uncle and aunt may also visit and see our school." Sol looked at his aunt and smiled. "You know, I did say I wanted to learn a martial art."