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Legend tells of a small bird who possessed a nest on a tree. One day, a man came to the tree and began speaking with the bird.
"Oh bird," the man requested, "please, teach me the ways of your nest. My master said that if I learn the ways of nature, I may become the strongest warrior, both from without and within."
The bird was naturally intrigued by the man's request. It flew down to the lowest branch and chirped to him.
"My nest is the simplest of all my brethren. No woman wishes to come to me, for my nest is so bland. However, I will make an offer. If you teach me the ways of a warrior, I will teach you how I make my nests."
The two trained each other. During the day, the man would instruct the bird in the ways of stealth, tactics, and perseverance. During the night, the bird would test the man's ability to build a simple nest by no other sensation other than trained instinct.
Eventually, the day came when the two parted ways. The man became one of the great heroes of the land, his strength and destruction tempered by a need to foster and flourish. The bird, with his newly gained strength, fucked all the bitches.
The end. :3