Mao Aramond found himself ordered to go to Shaolin. His father's last resort to make him learn martial art. It was unbecoming that a son of a duke should be lacking in martial skills. Mao had no desire to learn, but he did as he was told. He did not expect that, along the way, he would meet with another boy, Keihan Lam, whose sole desire was to learn the peerless martial art that Shaolin was famous for. Knowing that Shaolin was unlikely to be the sort of place to accept homeless orphans who came knocking, he offered to help the boy enter Shaolin by pretending to be his servant. That way, he could become known to the monks, earn their esteem, and eventually be accepted as a disciple and learn all the secrets of the temple that he wanted. It started as a harmless lie to help a less fortunate. He did not expect that they would become firm friends willing to put the other's life before their own. But even harmless lies have a way of working greater harm. Five years was the time it took for the secrecy to work a misfortune no one intended. This is a completed story of around 47,000 words.