As the hours went by Jamal, Donna and Iris were learning many techniques from Kazano. From defensive blocks to combination attacks, Kazano noted the moves and the pupils did as they were told.

All except for Sketch. As Kazano was telling the others what to do Sketch was doing his own thing. While the others were practicing dodging moves Sketch was kicking in the air. When the others were practicing punches Sketch was stretching his legs in awkward positions. This pattern continued, and Kazano was beginning to grow very frustrated at Sketch.

"Tucker!" Kazano shouted.

Sketch turned to Kazano.

"You haven't been participating with the others! The teacher must be respected!"

Sketch sighed. "Listen, everything you're teaching so far is stuff I already know. I already proved that I can do it. I'm waiting for when you get into advanced moves and using these Tengu abilities of ours! In the meantime I'm just limbering up my body for any unexpected conflicts."

Kazano looked a little upset. "Nevertheless you must follow what the teacher instructs."

Sketch grew angry. He sat down where he stood and huffed, staring at Kazano with a menacing gaze.

"Don't test me, Tucker," Kazano threatened.

"I'm not moving until my limits are tested," said Sketch. "I'm sorry, but these things are already beginning to try my patience."

Kazano thought for a moment. "So you wish to test your limits?" he said in a rather ominous tone. "If that is your request, let it then be granted." He turned to his other pupils. "Jamal! Paige! Chymara! You three will be fighting Tucker in a battle."

Sketch seemed a little shocked at the set match-up. "Three against one?"

"You wish to try your limits? Then you shall do so." Kazano turned away. "On your command will the match begin, Tucker."

Jamal and the girls positioned themselves in fighting stances, each three feet away from Sketch and surrounding him. Sketch breathed deeply, got into his fighting position, and made a hand gesture. "Come and get me."

With that, the three jumped in, and the battle began. As the three Kazano pupils were swinging attacks all at once, Sketch dodged them and countered, fending them off all at the same time. After a few attempts at attacking the blue wonder, Jamal dived in and attacked, then as he was thrown back Donna jumped into the fracas, and Iris did the same as Donna was thrown. This little pattern also continued for a while until a new strategy was plotted. But each time a new plan was initiated, Sketch seemed to weave around every attempted attack and countered almost effortlessly. Many minutes went by and Jamal and the girls grew tired and very weak. But Sketch did not seem at all changed. He stood and awaited the next attack as the others bent down to catch their breath and comfort themselves.

"What's wrong?" said Sketch. "Are you guys finished already?"

The others were too busy panting to respond in any way.

"In that case," Sketch said, cracking his knuckles, "I believe it's my turn."

With that, Sketch initiated his offense. Using an unpredictable, incomprehensible set of moves that he alone seemed to know, he began to attack Jamal and the girls from all angles. Too tired to hold their guard up, they were knocked around like bowling pins as Sketch continued to move in what seemed like one giant fluid movement. Within seconds the others held their hands up to surrender, and they fell to the ground in exhaustion.

Sketch rubbed his forehead. He had grown a bit tired after his offensive maneuvers, but he laughed as he looked at the girls and Jamal, all tired and unable to move.

"What do you know?" he said with a grin. "I 'Tuckered' them out!" He laughed at his comment.

Kazano stared at Sketch in wonder. Never before had he seen such a method of self-defense. What type of fighting is he doing?! He wondered. It's incredible! I must know what fighting style it is. With that, Kazano stood up. "Very well, Tucker," said Kazano. "Evidently you do have a greater knowledge of fighting than the others. I will not ask you to participate in the remainder of the simpler maneuvers then, but I do request you train yourself so that you will be ready for the advanced techniques."

Sketch was about to nod, but decided to bow instead. "Yes, sir."

Kazano smiled. He turned to the other three. "Rest for a short period," he said. "You will need to regain your strength for the rest of your training today." He then turned to Sketch. "As for you, Tucker, I want you to come with me."

Sketch, though a little nervous about this request, approached Kazano. The others took off their uniform tops and lay down to rest.

Kazano led Sketch to just outside the gate of the shrine. Sketch felt like he was in trouble, and his ears drooped. "You wished to see me, sir?"

"Yes, Tucker," said Kazano. "Your fighting technique…what exactly is it?"

Sketch scratched his head. "You mean, like a proper name or how it works?"

"I'm interested in hearing both."

"Hmm…" Sketch thought for a moment in order to try and recall a name for his odd technique. "I think it was called 'Tokaru' or something like that. It didn't seem too special to me, though it seemed pretty cool. My dad learned those moves from my granddad when he was young, and my dad then taught me when I was young. It involved a lot of working with flexibility and speed. But there isn't any backbone to it. Dad told me to move as my mind told me to move. I just let my mind work for me, and these moves just kinda flow out in succession."

"It sounds rather odd, and yet it seems to work for you. Yet I doubt anyone normal could be able to do anything like that. Have you ever asked your granddad where he got it from?"

"I told you before; I never met him. I asked my dad if we would ever visit Granddad, but he always said no and changed the subject. Something tells me that he's hiding something about him."

"Maybe when you have the chance you should look for your grandfather and find out about him," said Kazano. "You seem old enough to be able to travel on your own. Why not make the most of the opportunity?"

Sketch looked at Kazano skeptically. "You seem so particularly interested in my family now? What are you so curious about?"

"Your flexibility, strength and speed seem so far above normal. Now that I know your father and grandfather sound almost the same as you are when referring to physical capabilities, I'm certain that somewhere in your family line is a Legend."

"My family?" Sketch shook his head. "I don't know. I don't really know of anyone of that status…"

"Not many Legends like to reveal themselves to others."

Sketch remembered Kazuya. "I suppose not."

"You may need to look into the situation at some time."

Sketch sighed. "Well, I'll try."

Kazano smiled. "Fine, fine. Take a rest for now. I will be training the others in their combat skills, so feel free to join in when you feel so inclined."

"Yes sir." As Kazano returned into the shrine, Sketch pondered the possibility of being the descendant of a Legend.

Maybe Kazano's onto something, he thought. Maybe I am a descendant of a Legend. But what Legend?