Once there was a renowned dojo for monks.  It was said to be the place of perfect training for those who sought to walk the path of balance.  So it was that a young monk came to this dojo, seeking training in his path, and this Kanzen Dojo was supposed to be the best.

  The young monk paid his dues and was assigned his room and shown the lay of the dojo, including the library containing all the lore a young monk could dream of on the ways of monks.  When his first day of training came, the young monk was quite excited.  He couldn't wait to learn all the wondrous secrets of the 'perfect monk'.

  The young monk entered the training hall, and was quickly placed in line for training.  He heard only grunting ahead of  him, and wondered what it could be.  He asked an instructor nearby what this training was, and was told that monks required an iron body over all else.  This training makes ones body strong as rock!  When the young monk reached the head of the line, he saw what the training entailed... The monk ahead of him was getting pelted with rocks!

  His fellow student was standing, muscles flexed, with a grin on his face. He grunted as the stones bounced off his body, leaving welts and bruises behind.  The young monk was pushed into position for his turn at the training.  This was crazy!  The young monk did not come here to get stoned!

  The trainers began to throw their rocks, but the young monk did not take the pose he had seen.  Instead, he dodged, jumped, and deflected as many rocks as he could.  The instructors failed to land a solid hit with any stones.  The young monk was chastised, and sent to the library to read the designated scrolls and learn what it was to be a Kanzen-ryu monk.

  The next day, the young monk was again lined up for his perfect training.  This time the instructors told him that a monk must be strong as a mighty oak, and his cowardly dodging would not work this day.  As the young monk approached the head of the line, he saw his fellow monks receiving the training... They were being hit in the stomach with a bough so huge that it must be the trunk of a tree!  This was training?  The young monk wanted no part of this.

  When his turn came, the instructor swung the tree with all his might, and a grin upon his face.  The young monk countered with a double-palm strike, shattering the wood as it came at him.  The monk was again sent to study the scrolls and see if he could find the true meaning of being a monk.  This training was perfect, they told him, but it did not ring true to this monk.

  Later, when the instructors were teaching the animal forms, the students were all told to assume the one perfect stance, Draco.  The instructors then impaled the monks one by one with a sword, leaving no damage behind.  When his turn came, the young monk took his animal stance, and vanished from the instructors' view.

  Another training had monks attacking four wooden dummies at once, one in each direction.  The monks each stepped into the center of the ring of targets, shouted their battle cry and struck.  The echoing sound of four perfect hits echoed in the training hall.  When the young monk's turn came, he instead snuck around behind the targets, performing an eye gouge on where their heads would be.  The instructors were not amused.

  The instructors were very upset that this monk was not following their one and only perfect plan.  He was not learning the one true perfect way of monks!  Their reputation on the line, there was no choice but to expel this rabble-rouser from their ranks.  Perfection had no room for such flaws.

  Expelled, the young monk gathered his things in his room.  Suddenly, the young monk heard the sounds of battle... Something was wrong!  He rushed out to see what was amiss, and saw all the Kanzen-ryu monks engaged in battle with a horde of goblins!  The instructors were shouting out instructions, and the students were following them flawlessly.  But all their 'perfect' attacks were not working.  The goblin seemed able to predict their every move!  Something was very wrong here.

  Using his animal stance to hide, the young monk went to the rear ranks of the goblin horde, to find out what was going on.  He passed through the entire horde unnoticed, something the other students would never have been able to do.  There he found the goblin commander and a monk!  He wore the dobok of the Kanzen dojo, but only had a low dugon.

  The monk was laughing with the goblin, telling him that indeed, this plan was working perfectly.  The dojo would soon pay for expelling him, lo those many years ago.  With the secrets contained within, the goblins would become a perfect and unstoppable army!

  The young monk had heard enough.  They had to be stopped.  A well placed poke to the eyes blinded the evil monk.  The young monk then came out from hiding and kicked and punched the goblin leader into unconsciousness while the evil monk flailed about, unsure as to what was happening to his perfect plan.

  The evil monk was dispatched shortly thereafter with a few well placed palm thrusts.  But the goblin horde was still waging war, even without their leaders.  Hiding once again, the young monk picked up the body of the goblin commander and walked it into the horde's ranks, ordering them all to stop fighting.  The goblins were confused, but an order from their commander was ignored at their peril.  They stopped their attacks in near unison.  Seconds later, also in unison, the Kanzen-ryu monks dispatched them all with synchronized kicks.

  The battle was won, and the dojo and its secrets were safe once more.  The young monk even managed to teach the Kanzen dojo a very valuable lesson:

 The only perfection lies in being true to yourself.