As it turned out, the yellow-robed pig demon had miscalculated after all.
He had thought that the battle between the monkey and the yellow-furred weasel spirit would break out by the next morning at the latest. Instead, it had been put off until the following afternoon.
Yes, the following afternoon!
As for the specific reason it had been delayed, that was obviously common knowledge, so there was no need to elaborate.
In short!
When Great Sage Yellow Wind, who had been disturbed while practicing in seclusion, encountered Tibbers, the yellow-furred weasel spirit who was ruthless and taciturn, and the "monkey" who couldn't speak at all, neither side had much to say—or, more accurately, they had no way to communicate. Naturally, they were ready to fight as soon as they met.
See?
At that very moment, deep in Yellow Wind Ridge, within the so-called Yellow Wind Formation where fierce gales raged and yellow winds howled all around, a monkey and a weasel spirit faced off.
"..."
Tibbers didn't speak. It couldn't speak.
It merely tightened its grip on the willowwood staff, feeling the rough, uncomfortable grain pressing into its palm. Then it narrowed its eyes slightly and stared fixedly at Great Sage Yellow Wind, whose body stood at least five meters tall and seemed to blot out half the sky alongside the yellow wind.
Of course, it also glanced at the long steel fork in his right hand and the enormous Buddha head he clutched tightly in his left.
Before long, Tibbers's gaze settled on the Buddha's oversized head.
It had figured it out: the thing it and its troublesome little mistress were looking for was inside that incongruously styled Buddha head. There was no mistake!
"..."
Great Sage Yellow Wind had obviously noticed the undisguised way the "monkey" Tibbers was