Beginnings Breath

Walking down a dirt path my keen senses pulled me into the thick overgrown vegetation along the path. I waited in silence hiding my presence as an opposing monk traveled by. As he passed I noticed a scroll was left behind. Did it fall from his pocket? Thinking things over, maybe it was a trap!? I waited until dusk. Upon his return he was bruised and beaten. I confronted him over the scroll. As he began to ready himself I shot forward and thrust my fist into his abdomen. As he fell, I heard a voice. You are now ready..