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This story goes through one of my other grandmaster original characters: Grandmaster Lin.

Grandmaster Lin is a Chinese Rabbif who leads the "Piao Dao Palace" in Yunnan Province. (yes, Yunnan is a real place in China. Yes, the Piao Dao Palace is my oc palace.)

He is the second greatest kung fu teacher (under Shifu) but he's still awesome and wise!

I hope you come to like him too. He's a very likeable character.

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Grandmaster Lin:

Fear is a Weakness

Many masters and students have asked me the infamous hard-to-answer question before, many, many times in my long life.

"What was life like when you were young?"

Hm.

Honestly…thinking back to my life when I was young, I always dreaded the question, for it made me think back to so many horrifying memories I wish I could just abandon….

Many years ago, the Piao Dao Palace (where I lived and trained until the present day) was filled with students desperate for a chance to fight alongside their masters.

Of course, when the time came, many were frightened and scared, and found that they weren't the brave kung fu masters they had thought they were.

A lot of students I grew up with thought that way...

Including me.

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"Hurry up!" Lin was unaware of someone shoving him in the side, for he was busy studying a scroll one of his masters- Grandmaster Zhan- had given him to study, stating to the young student that his reading was not up to par. It frustrated Lin more than you could imagine, but the young rabbit's persistence and dilligence came through each day as he worked harder and harder at his reading abilities in the Shaolin, as well as his kung fu strength.

"Come on!" The same voice came again, but the student didn't shove him again. Obviously that didn't work, for Lin's head was buried in the scroll.

"Jianzhuang," Lin turned towards the little pig student who continued to press him. "I'm busy."

"You're always busy." Jianzhuang, the twelve-year old student rolled his eyes at Lin. "Come on. You promised you would tell me and my friends about the battle of Li Quang!"

Lin rolled his eyes, closed the scroll and let out a small sigh. He was right. He had indeed promised Jianzhuang he would tell him about the famous battle.

And Kung fu students always keep promises.

"Okay, fine." Lin let out another loud sigh. "It's about time you heard the story, I suppose."

Jianzhuang let out an excited jump and let out a sharp exclamatory laugh. "Awesome!"

Lin and Jianzhuang headed into the Piao Dao Palace's Great Hall, where Jianzhuang greeted his three best friends sitting at the table.

"Okay, everyone listen to him, all right?" Jianzhuang spoke, pointing to the older student, Lin, who was watching while inwardly rolling his eyes. Why did he ever waste his time promising this to a twelve-year old? "He's going to tell us about the battle of Li Quang!"

"Ooh." The other three friends of Jianzhuang's awed.

Lin pulled out a chair and gently sat down, folding his hands in front of him as he tried to look like a teacher. His masters had done gestures like that many times with Lin himself, so he supposed this was no different.

"The battle of Li Quang..." Lin trailed off as he thought back to his many history lessons with his master and Grandmaster of the Piao Dao itself- Grandmaster Zhan. He had always been intrigued in history lessons of past battles, and he suspected it would always be fun to teach, but never before had Lin felt so put on the spot as he did right now, sitting in front of these four children as they asked him about the great battle.

"Well, it certainly was great."

Lin cringed as he saw one of Jianzhuang's friends snickerr at him, and even if the child was far younger than Lin was, he still felt a twinge of annoyance at being laughed at. He did have a point, however. Lin felt rather irritated that he couldn't remember hardly anything about the battle, and even if he did remember more, how could he speak it in a way that twelve-year olds would understand? He was almost about to litterally face-palm himself when a suddem thought came to him. A flash of rememberance snapped in his mind, and he remembered a fact about the battle that he found enticing.

"However, legend does say that the field where the battle was fought still houses the sacred sword of Saohong itself."

Jianzhuang's eyes lit up along with his friends as they stared at Lin, mouths agape at Lin's fact.

"Really? Has anyone gone to find it?"

Lin shook his head. "Some have tried, none returned."

Now that fact was up for debate.

Lin, now feeling more comfortable with regaining his remembrance of the battle facts that his master had spoken to him, was beginning to have a little bit of fun stretching the truth a little. Lin found tthat he more "legend says" stuff you insert in a story, the more interesting it sounds.

It WAS true, in a way.

However, Lin soon realized that someday Jianzhuang and his friends would find out more than just a sacred scroll lying on an empty battlefield.

No.

Someday they would find something much worse than that hidden beneath the enticing fact.

Someday, they would come to the truth that many brave warriors and masters had died for the protection of Yunnan Province's greatest and largest Valley- even pushing back far enough to stop the advance of the power hungry warriors and bandits of Ninchang. Lin didn't want go pressure the young students sitting in front of him with this news just yet. He knew that was a duty for real teachers to pursue.

Jianzhuang and his friends, unfortunately, still wanted to hear more about the battle.

"What else happened in the battle, Lin?"

"I-"

Lin was about to reply when he heard his name called. Lin glanced towards the door, and within a blink of an eye, three of the masters came forward-one of them Grandmaster Zhan. Lin was rather slightly afraid of the rough grandmaster. Even though he knew him as a teacher, he still appeared nervous and frightened in his presence. Grandmaster Zhan quickly came forward and roughly grabbed him off the chair, pushing him onto the ground and throwing him a spear.

"Bandits are coming." Grandmaster Zhan stated. "Secure the younger students, and head to the entrance to the palace. You're fighting with us."

With those words-Lin felt sick.

A real battle.

He wasn't ready for this.

Nothing inside of him was ready for this.

Lin suddednly felt his mind go blank as he felt all of his kung fu knowledge leaving him like a wave, and he felt powerless to stop it.

Lin's breath caught in his throat, and so did his speech, when he commanded the younger students to head towards the safe room in the back of the building, and instructed them to remember their master's teachings if it came down to a fight. Lin couldn't bear to see the horrified look on their face as he was telling them all this.

Not just because it mimicked Lin's feelings inside, but also because he didn't want them to be afraid, or to be scared of anything. Lin hated the feeling he was feeling as he had just witnessed the children's gazes go from excited and interested (when he was telling stories) to now fearful and scared.

Lin tried his best to comfort them, and in turn, comfort himself, as he closed the door in the safest room in the entire palace, and eventually locked it.

After the younger students were safe, Lin headed towards the palace entrance and stood beside one of his other teachers, who rested a hand on his shoulder and glanced warmly at him.

"You'll be fine," The master said, kneeling down to his level and looking Lin in the eyes. "I know Grandmaster Zhan wants you to fight with us, but if it was up to me…." The master said, "I would keep you out of it."

Lin nodded. "It's the grandmaster's orders."

"I'll try to keep you back as far as I can," The master spoke. "But if you have to fight, I know you will do well."

The master who had spoken to him gently pressed his young student close, and got the chance to whisper in his ear,

"Don't ever be afraid, my student," The master said, "Fear is a weakness, don't let it control you."

As they both stepped apart, Lin gave a bow to his master and glanced up into his teacher's amber gaze. Even in the midst of battle, Lin felt a whisp of hope as he stood beside one of his other masters, watching as the Bandits stormed closer to the palace.

Even if Lin's heart was racing as fast as it could go, he still felt a sense of determination he had never felt before. He had felt his Shaolin knowledge coming back to him once more. He had felt the strength in the others around him.

Then, Lin knew that he would never have to be afraid.

He was a Warrior, and he had nothing to fear.

Not anymore.

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Wow! I'm so proud of Lin how he turned around and stood fear in the eyes.

(Sorry with all of the oc dramatics, I suppose im just caught on the OC train right now.)

Never fear, however! The next story will be about Shifu! (My favorite character...)

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