You show early promise

The opening ceremony to the tournament was impressive, especially for you, who is so knew to such things. Blessings were made to the spirits, and a very pretty song was sung at the intro, telling a story of two brothers, who were very close as children, grew to resent and compete against each other into adulthood. Their hatred for each other had grown until the passing of their father, which finally **** them to make amends after years of petty squabbling, vindictiveness, and vengeance. You're sure it was chosen for a reason, to remind the audience to fight fair and without animosity. After this, the Grandmasters from the differing schools came out to give choreographed fights and demonstrations of their abilities. It was quite dramatic, and an amazing chance to see your own Grandmaster compete against those of his own age and peer group. Despite being the eldest of them by appearance, he could more than hold his own, at a time facing off against three other combatants.

As the ceremonies closed, it brought something to your attention, a matter of numbers. It appears that many of the other schools brought multiple students, maybe even all of them, to compete, while you are the only fighter to represent the Phoenix Lotus school. With luck, you'll remember to ask about that when this all over. Either way, this adds extra pressure for you to not only do your best, but to win. The fights were being chosen at random, with names drawn from a bowl. You were actually glad that you got to be one of the first to compete. The energy and drive is still there, and people get to see you and what you can do.

Your first competition is against someone from the school of the Sacred Wind. You see immediately that their movements are open, flowing, and chaotic. With seeming no pattern to their movements, it was difficult to predict the next one. He used that well at the onset to control the pace and movement of the fight, pushing you out of the ring before you barely knew what happened. Having been brought to a pause, you are given a moment to adjust and refocus. As you are both put back in your starting place, a single thought crosses through your mind.

Who runs away from the wind?

As he begins again, you remain calm and fixed in your place, bobbing only slightly to keep your energy and up and blood flowing. This time, as he came at you with a chop, rather than trying to avoid it, you make a quick block and land a strong fist to his solar plexes, causing him to reel immediately. His reaction and frail status shows his vulnerability, and your strategy. You can take his blows, but he can't take your power. The shot makes him more cautious, spending more time and energy in his movements to keep the unpredictability going, while you stay conserved and refreshed. He tries to make a few quick kicks at you to spot a weakness and goad you, but they're blocked easily. You can afford to be patient. He can't, and he knows it. He returns to form of trying a rapid series of attacks, that you're more able to avoid and block without being pushed out of bounds again. He backs up, and just as you about to head towards the attack, he rapidly comes back with a butterfly kick, a dramatic jumping kick meant for your head, and a complete knock out. You panic and manage to avoid it. His landing was undisciplined and uncontrolled, letting you take up the attack now. A side kick into his gut pushed his air out again, and moved him several feet away. You continue the pressure, delivering clean and precise blows to his shoulders to try and weaken his defenses, before coming out of nowhere with a crescent kick. You borrow from your opponents repetoire, with a move that looks to go one way before curving around itself, striking the opposing side of his head with your heel. The speed and energy knocks him to the floor, conscious but unable to get to his feet. The victory is yours.

Overflowing with excitement for having won your first bout, you rush off to try and find your Grandmaster, but can't see him anywhere. As the next fight begins quickly, you begin to feel a little disappointed that he may have missed it. Where could he have gone, you wonder? Just as you begin to surrender to sulking, you begin to hear a faint sound from inside one of the nearby rooms in this temple. You're not sure what it is, but the sounds of moaning give a pretty good guess. Further inspection, you see the door left open slightly, and as you carefully open it up, you see your Grandmaster on his knees, sitting up with his cock thrusting in the asshole of Ling, the Swallows Grace student you made a deal with earlier.

"That was a great fight Karmal" He said, with no **** or attempt to hide what he was doing "I could see the whole thing from here"

"Grandmaster, what are you doing? You told me that"

He cut you off "I told you that I couldn't resist her at your age, or at my own. I don't have many weaknesses, but young tight ass is up there, and she is VERY persuasive" Ling simply looked up at you and smiled in her moans, as her naked body rocked back and forth in front of you. Like him, she had zero compunction about being found in this way.

"You know Karmal, it's rude to linger in doorways." He added ironically "Are you staying or leaving?"

"Ya" Ling finally adds with a smile "I haven't gotten it in my ass and my mouth at once in a long time. I'm a little out of practice, but I promise you won't forget it." She leaves her mouth open, as her eyes roll back dramatically, her tongue sticking out in ecstasy.