Rear Mountain,
underneath a vast mountain ravine.
The waterfall was fierce,
like a huge silver galaxy hanging upside down.
The falling water roared,
heavily striking the rocks below, eventually melding into a large lake.
The momentum was like thunderous roars.
And in that ravine,
the Stone Monkey was vigorously swinging a Chaos Immortal Gold Staff.
The waterfall's water roared down, forming a misty realm.
Fierce as a tiger.
The monkey stood erect, his gaze bright,
his staff swinging responsively.
At times as fierce as a sudden downpour,
at times as continuous as a gentle stream,
and his staff moves were unpredictable.
Now sweeping across, now poking in and between, suddenly turning to sweep, suddenly leaping to strike from above, making it difficult to grasp any pattern.
It was no longer just about two different kinds of momentum.
There were many kinds of force, interwoven together, and switching fluidly.
But however he swung,
