Mountain of the Snails 🐌
Yasha just arrived to China on the Trans-Siberian Express and the first he saw was some young Chinese boy. This local is quite a cutie, Yasha noticed, it would make the day brighter to have a small talk with him.
"Hello there, young man! I'm sorry, perhaps you know where my grandfather Yan Feng Gu is? He is the famous Soft Bone Wushu Master living in this village and he was supposed to meet me at this train station at this exact spot!"
"Tsk! Yasha, Yasha! You have quite a bad memory for your age!"
"I'm afraid I don't-"
"Tis me, your grandfather! Remember, when you were a young child, I told you many stories from my life and my magical curse. Remember, each time I turn-"
"You are... waaaait what?"
"...a hundred years old, I revert back into a fifteen years old boy. This curse has been following-"
"No way! Is this a prank? Are you filming this?"
"...me for a few centuries now."
"Come on, gramps! Very funny! Come out! Are you behind the corner? I can hear your giggle!!"
"Quite stubborn as usual! Perhaps this will allow you to focus better," the Chinese boy stood on one foot and raised the other high in the air, then he twisted his body in such incredible way that would take the very best of us daily contortion training since babyhood to do something like that!
Yasha stood there stunned. "A- Alright, that was... Whoa! Listen, fella, I don't care anymore if this is a prank! This pose is really great! Will you teach me how to do it??"