Suddenly a host of monks appeared almost as if from nowhere. Weapons draw, but they made no advance, simply studying the newcomers, then vanishing again among the foliage of the large gardens. It was extraordinary in its own way. There wasnt a trace of magic that could be identified, but they moved about in an indistinguishable air. Then a single monk approached and bowed to Kishima and Ryan. Without saying a word he led them into the inner courtyard. Inside several monks trained, went about daily chores, and meditated. This was all done in complete silence. They were brought before O Father. The old man sat, cross legged, eating a bowl of rice. He held up a hand, and the younger monk left them. In the silence, his voice felt somewhat larger than it really was.
"You have come to fix the broken?" he asked, as a test. He wanted to see what they would do.
"You have come to fix the broken?" he asked, as a test. He wanted to see what they would do.