"Okay. Feeling. Just feel," MK said with a nod. He closed his eyes and leaned against his mentor. He let himself just focus on the feeling. The way it felt to just be next to his mentor. He remembered the first time they met. The good times. The training when he was doing good. When he came to save him from Macaque. When they beat the Spider Queen together.

Orange paint hit the canvas as he started to paint. He just went with the feeling. It helped Monkey King was right there. He could feel him there and the fear of losing him fluttered away. He could paint. A sunset was taking form and the familiar sight beyond. A cliff on Flower Fruit Mountain. So far, so good.