A Drawing Of A Man With A Sword In His Hand Art

a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a drawing of a man standing in front of a mirror
a drawing of a man holding a ball
a drawing of a man holding a baseball bat
a drawing of a man standing in front of a wall
a statue of a man holding his hands up
a man holding a silver ball in his hands
Inside an informal church in Kuala Lumpur. Wing Sun and his father and mother, along with Siu Zi, his friend from school are there together. We are standing in the back of the room, and there are many more people than there were in the London church. There are people of different ethnicities, but mostly Chinese Malaysian. The Pastor, a Chinese man, is standing up front speaking to the congregation, facing them. The atmosphere is hot and sweaty, with ceiling fans running, but still welcoming, Wing Sun is happy that his family is together and also that his friend Siu Zi, who he has just learned is a Christian, can be there too.
Inside a large office building in London, on the 5th floor, Wing Sun's father, a Chinese Malaysian man in his 30s, speaks to his counterpart in the company, and English man, about business. Other workers are seated at their desks and standing at a copy machine. There are some Black people, but mostly British. One whole wall of the room is glass and we can see something of London outside.
a man standing in front of a wall with his hands on his head
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms crossed
a drawing of a man sitting on top of a table
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms stretched out
a drawing of a woman wearing a scarf
a man sitting on the ground with his hand on his head
a drawing of a man doing a yoga pose
a drawing of a man kicking a soccer ball
Nayoma washed his bowl and sat down in a meditative state. I’ll meditate first, then practice Bushin no Jutsu, then Body Flicker, then wall walking. After that, I’ll take a cold shower and sleep. He opened his eyes, jumped out of meditation, and formed the hand signs for Clone Jutsu. A puff of smoke appeared, and a clone popped up right in front of him. It wasn’t perfect — its earlobes were stretched oddly — but it was still a success. Well, not so perfect… but with time I’ll correct my mistakes. Hmn, I guess I really had it easier than Naruto. I’m sure even Kibe‑sensei couldn’t do this on his first try. The clone disappeared with a puff of smoke, leaving Nayoma standing there, satisfied but already thinking about the next step.
an old man with a stethoscope in his hand