As a man, one should charge through the battlefield, stand shoulder to shoulder with comrades, and bathe in the blood of slain enemies.
Feeling the powerful aura of the two fire phoenixes in the sky, Sun Wukong's heart was also filled with soaring spirits. There was a time when, on Flower Fruit Mountain, he too had a band of brothers. However, later on, he was the only one brave enough to confront Heaven head-on. Though Sun Wukong never spoke of it, the bitter pain of fighting alone was very real. Now, facing foes countless times stronger than before, Sun Wukong was no longer fighting solo. Behind him were his comrades-in-arms, his brothers.
