MN - 2 - Years Training

The water taxi pulled away from the landing in front of the Temple of the Order of Light, its outboard motor puttering. Liu Kang remained standing on the worn stones of the temple’s courtyard. He had swept that area more times than he could remember, during the years he had been in training for the tournament. Now he stood with his hands on his hips, the setting sun sending dancing reflections from the water to play about the peaked roof of the pagoda.