Lego Monkie Kid | One-Shots

{Eternal Servants AU} MK ♡ Devotion

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Art drawn by me + the AU itself is mine.

Some more insight on the champions/servants' side of things. The pic isn't referencing anything from this one-shot by the way.

[TL;DR] MK has a question on his mind... Actually more.

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"Focus."

Slam.

"Imagine it like an enemy of the palace."

Slam.

"Imagine it insulted our gift."

Slam.

"Imagine... it hurt Master-"

SMASH.

The young monkey panted as he slammed his staff down onto the practice dummy, instantly destroying it with his sudden anger spike. However, his emotions seemed to leave him as quickly as they came as he blankly stared at the destroyed dummy. Wukong came up to MK and gently pat him on the back. Despite his unbothered expression, he did care for the boy. "Good job, bud. Master shall forever be safe with us", he said as he handed the yellow champion a water bottle, which the younger monkey gladly took and took a few sips from.

While drinking from the bottle, a certain pink champion entered the training hall, seemingly there to train as well with his casual training wear on. A towel was draping off his shoulders as he went straight for another training dummy. The monkeys didn't pay him much attention though as Wukong continued trying to get MK to channel his energy properly. Instead of going over to an actually still functional dummy, Wukong and his successor remained with the broken dummy's remains.

"Now, imagine your opponent is still alive. But they were the reason our Master felt sad. What do you do?" Wukong asked. The boy continued to stare at the dummy in response, but his already void black gaze seemed to darken just slightly at the mere idea of their Master being sad.

"Crush them."

The yellow champion then raised his staff, readying himself to hit the already broken dummy again. However, he was quickly stopped by Nezha, who swiftly made his spear clash with MK's staff, stopping him and getting his attention. His dark expression also returned to his regular, emotionless state as he tilted his head in confusion. The pink champion removed his spear once he no longer felt the pressure of the boy's staff. "The dummy is already done for. If you hit it again, you'll just destroy the floor. And you know how upset Master gets when we inflict damage upon the palace."

"Oh. Right... Sorry", MK responded flatly. His mentor just silently pat his back again, right above his wound.

The celestial hummed for a moment. "Well, something else you could do instead is to spar on the roof." Nezha then grinned a bit as he leaned against his spear. "I could be your sparring partner if Wukong doesn't want to."

But before MK could respond, Wukong stepped in front of him as he crossed his arms. No words needed to be said for Nezha to get the memo. The pink champion's grin quickly turned into an annoyed frown. "Whatever. Guess no sparring today." He stretched a bit as he pushed himself off his spear before continuing. "Anyway... If you're done, I'll just take on the next one", he said as he moved back over towards the other, still in-tact training dummy. Wukong uncrossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at his successor. The young boy tilted his head a bit and blinked in response, curious about what he's got planned for him now. But then he turned to watch Nezha train by himself.