Java master Bawan and a young monk in his charge were walking down a road, when they came upon an emissary of the Emperor.
After the usual greetings were exchanged, the emissary turned to Bawan and with disdain asked, “Why does your monk not groom himself according to the imperial edicts of professional attire? His face is unshaven, his footwear unforgiveably gaudy, and his robes are made of cheap cotton with a humorous slogan adorning the back. This is disrespectful to you in the extreme! Why do you tolerate it?”
Thus chastened, the emissary bowed coldly and continued on his way.
When the fellow was out of earshot, the young monk smirked at Bawan, saying, “That emissary was most assuredly an idiot, to need such things explained to him in this day and age.”
Bawan cast an eye over the monk’s stubbled cheek and irreverent garments. Without warning the master swung his staff hard into the back of the monk’s skull, killing him on the spot.
“I, too, am a breed apart,” said Bawan thoughtfully.
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