Loremaster's Home

"Where is your home?" Nathanos asked a monk. He had always been in the habit of asking others about their hometowns.

"The Valley of the Four Winds."

The Valley of the Four Winds was Pandaria's "land of fish and rice," where the farmers possessed superb agricultural skills.

"I've heard of the Stormstout Family. Are you one of them?"

The monk shook his head. "No, I'm just the child of an ordinary farming family."

Nathanos paused, then smiled and nodded. This Pandaren might have been young, but his steadfast gaze made him seem as though he had experienced countless battles. He was not the only one; many monks had similar traits.

I only have three days.

Training began swiftly. Nathanos required every apprentice to understand the construction of the bows and crossbows in their hands.

They dismantled them, then reassembled them. The purpose was not merely to familiarize them with their weapons, but to ensure that they could repair them themselves if they were damaged.

As he watched the monks before him complete the task he had assigned, Nathanos explained, "Listen carefully. No two weapons forged in the same furnace are ever exactly alike. Even the most skilled smith cannot avoid slight differences. So remember this: the weapon in your hands is unique in this world."

Nathanos saw that one monk had already completed the entire process of dismantling and reassembling his weapon. He nodded with satisfaction.

"A true warrior does not change weapons lightly. The strongest weapon is not the one with the greatest destructive power, but the one that best suits its wielder. Think carefully about how well you know the bow or crossbow in your hands—its weight, its range... Only when you truly understand your weapon can it serve its greatest purpose."

The last monk finished the task.