(A/N: ........Don't hate out lovely cast of characters here. If you need a better explanation, message me. Also, enjoy the meme.)
Wu snuggled in the warmth of the library. He retreated her every day, isolated. The outside world had no grasp on him. He was alone.
As Lloyd took charge, reclaiming the leadership role he was destined, Wu was sidelined. Benched. Lloyd sought ways to better protect Ninjago, and each ninja departed for a special mission. It provided Wu ample time to study.
Dust accumulated on the table. Kai was slacking the chores, Wu noticed. The library descended into a warm, dusty feeling. It was comforting. Home.
That feeling wasn't needed at the moment. To dislodge it, or erase the cozy glow, Wu set his eyes on the item.
The staff of forbidden spintjizu. The object was harmless to a civilian. Ordinary people felt no presence. It was extremely toxic to an elemental Master.
Wu released his own staff on the floor, aligning it horizontally. His cloak greeted the wooden floor, gliding seamlessly. With utmost caution, Wu skipped the staff off its rack. The scroll hummed, reawakened by elemental energy.
It was a daily task. A duty, done for research. The rewards were plentiful. The risks were equal in length.
Over the past couple of days, many visitors reached out to Wu in concern. First it was his nephew. Then, students. Even Zane stopped by, growing accustomed to his tormentor's presence. Every person who fought and defeated Zane felt shaken. To holster an object of chaos, and to feel its presence. It was unnerving.
The mueseum manager agreed to Wu's demands. As long as the Sensei returned it in tip top shape, no fusses arised.
It didn't mean he left the scroll out. The object was encased in bullet proof glass, courtesy of P.I.X.A.L. and Nya. Only Wu knew the password to it. Nobody complained.
His eyes were a golden yellow. His hair tingled, spurred with powerful energy. Sitting in pure silence, the Sensei proceeded the daily routine.
Hello? He seemed answers. It was silent again. Wu placed safeguards against the scroll. He signed himself to a pact, wielding the weapon of terror for strictly an hour. It was dangerous to use it for longer.
Wu crossed both legs, slipping into a comfortable position. Cameras were on, monitored by whomever Lloyd placed on duty. If Wu were to go berserk, everyone would know. The whole ninja team had access to descend, and pin the Sensei. Accidents, or mishaps had plans. The team didn't want another Zane incident to happen.
So he waited. A warning silence fostered in the library. Wu honed in the presence like a missile, deciphering the target. The Sensei descended out of reality, cast out. He needed an answer.
Thirty minutes passed. Forty. Raw power filtered within, free of corruption. To a bystander, calling it the forbidden scroll was a joke. At a glance, it appeared as a hidden power to help the public good.
What a lie that was. After fifty-nine minutes passed, his eyes lifted. The cosy glow of the library said hello. It was a waiting game, and strong will resolved inside Wu. Patience. Answers were due.
Sixty minutes. Wu uncrossed both legs, creaking to his feet. Propping the staff as his own, he proceeded to rest the scroll in its place.
Hello. His greeting was reciprocated. The Master shook, rocking in place. It answered.
In complete silence, Wu motioned to the camera. It was here. To cover every base, Wu summoned a ninja inside.
Lloyd came in, jogging briskly. The cameras flickered red. Another ninja manned the station, a substitute for the leader.
