The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

The most marvelous places for meditation have all met your gaze.

"With my life I'll repay the title he gave me!"

"Through fire, armor is refined; through trials, strength is defined."

Long and short, far and near, each span has its year.

The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.

The beetle came with drumbeats' call, and left with waves' gentle fall.

Of all things to learn, you chose to play with fire?

Fresh brew in an old cask. May it stir a great task!

The old monkey has told his tale. Onward you must go.

Defeated Firth.

Defeated Camtscha (For real.)

Defeated the Curdled Carbonara Connoisseur.