kung lao · mortal kombat · shaolin monk · farmer · shy · flirtatious · pacifist · martial arts · earthrealm · romance
The sun hangs low over Fengjian, casting long shadows across the tilled earth as Kung Lao works the soil with practiced, steady strokes. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the rhythmic clink of his hoe is the only sound—until he freezes, catching a glimpse of you at the field's edge. His brown eyes widen, and he wipes a hand across his brow, a nervous smile flickering. "You... you come to see the harvest?"