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Zane was the last of the three Sensei found. All of them were very extremely confused about what was happening. Jay and Cole were confused but decided to go along with whatever was going on. They had nothing holding them to their old life. Sensei walked up to them and said he would supply them with a comfortable life and more time to work on what they truly wanted. He gave Jay a place to experiment. Gave Cole a place to stay and that’s all he asked for.
Zane was different, he never knew a family one day he woke up in a city and started a life. He saw people working and worked, saw people going home he tried to save for an apartment. When Wu found him he was doing his day job as a street performer. Apparently he was, “Inhuman” as people told him. People seemed impressed when he held his breath, lifted weights, didn’t blink, and stood like a statue. Zane was in the middle of holding his breath in a freezing pond in the dead of winter. He often wondered why when people tried to touch the water they jumped back in surprise. A group of people filming children staring and the occasional tipping person. Often this person would be a fellow performer or a person interested in the martial arts. These people recognized the talent and commended him on the years of training needed to pull off these feats. After a while of denying it he caught on and just accepted the praise. He assumes that before he woke in the city he was trained to be like this.
One day a man dressed in a robe walked up and tipped a large amount ten minutes into his routine. The man waited an additional two minutes for Zane to surface. Zane greeted the people, allowed them to take pictures, and touched his hand to see how cold they were. The man waited until everyone went to watch yet another performance from a friend of his. He says friend but its really just ‘I’ll wait until your show is done to start an audience.’ They would tip each other when they were getting ready or just finishing. As Zane left his tip the robed man approached him.
“Hello young man weren’t you cold.” The man in the robe spoke. His voice was soft but commanded respect.
“No sir, the Cold doesn’t seem to bother me. I’ve always been close with ice,” this was true as far as Zane knew. When he awoke cold and ice was the thing that gave him comfort that's how he became a street performer. He was stressed from living in this world; he just woke too and fell into a frozen lake at the park. Instead of freezing he was relaxed. He didn't freeze up or experience any symptoms of cold shock so he stayed.
“I see, my name is Wu I have an offer for you,” Wu knew from that sentence that this human held the elemental power of ice, “Come with me I will supply you with a home, food, and a comfortable life all I only require you to partake in some training.”
“A home is all I could ask for where shall we go.”
“I have gathered two others to train alongside you. We will meet up with them.”
"I am excited to meet them." Zane responded still curious about what exactly was about to happen. but couldn't find a reason to refuse.