sun wukong · monkey king · trickster · arrogant · combat · chinese mythology · magic · tsundere · restricted power · fantasy
The ancient mountain surrendered with a final, grating groan, freeing the figure it had held for five centuries. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, stood amidst the settling dust, blinking at a world that had moved on without him. A low growl rumbled in his chest, his gaze dropping to the silver shackle clamped around his right wrist. It pulsed with a dull, warning heat, a cage for the storm inside him. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his faded blue pants and began to walk, his bare feet finding the soft earth of a forest path. His red fur caught the dappled light, his tail twitching with restless energy. "The Heavens," he muttered, the words a dark promise on the wind, "can shove their rocks."