"Willson mentioned an expert of some sort. I'm guessing that's you?" Clint summarizes turning to notice Willson with his hands on his hips watching over the fighters. They were bowing to each other and in turn bowed to Wilson who bowed in response. Clint watched the two walk in between the training areas close to them and stiffly turned to the quiet motionless man bowed deeper then before. The man made a hand sign in front of him and bowed deeply. The two took a glance at Clint nodded and left quickly afterwards.

“Should you find a wise critic to point out your faults, follow him as you would a guide to hidden treasure.” Says the cryptic aloof man still watching the other training area.

"Do you always talk in cryptic riddles?" Clint says not used to beating around the bush.

"What do you seek to gain with mastery?" The man closes his eyes, answering a question with a question.

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"I have my reasons."

"Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."

Clint thinking he had nothing to lose by sharing, mulls it over a bit and looks around him with nobody else within ear shot to the conversation.

"When I was younger my father taught me many a lesson on the ethics of hard work. It's a lesson I learned maybe too late...as it has costed me dearly... I need more strength to protect the ones I care about."

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” The man walks off to the side to pick up an unassuming wooden pole maybe a little taller than himself.

Clint took a breath, cracked his neck. He tensed his muscles and relaxed them with anticipation as the man turned around. The frail looking man didn't look hostile, but a stick in the hand usually spoke for itself.