Master Retui
Retui sat still on a tower of sticks. He breathed slowly... Suddenly 15 masked men jumped out and while 10 of them took up positions 5 of them launched themselves on Retui.
Retui Skillfully stomped on his sticks: they few up and he kicked them into the 5 masked ones. The wind driven out of them they fell down as the 10 others converged upon him. Blocking a half-dozen blows with kicked sticks he whipped the stick into the mass and slammed it down. 5 or 6 flew into the air. Fighting fists to fists with the remainder he blocker one's force-punch and kicked him back. Ducking under another the dragged him into a third who picked up a stick. They both went flying. Toe to toe with the last one, finally, in a flurry of blows, the last masked man few in a heap.
He sat up and bounced along the courtyard, pressing various parts of their bodies, they finally rose...
He looked at them carefully, then said, "You all have to much envy in your hearts, you are too unbalanced." He pointed at the first five, all in a pile, "Co-ordinate better and improvise. You are getting perdictable, and YOU (he pointed at a particulary skinny one) give it much more will! You over here must use"
A Messanger came.
"What?" he asked, his voice measured.
"Sir, the ISC askes for your services within a year."
"With luck, they will learn in ten"
"But sir, he has..."
"I don't want gold! I..."
"Wait, I don't have gold, I have news of new training equipment and Master Guri who has traveled from Renth Yithi."
"Very well, take me to him, I hope he has enough graduates for this group, by the way? What do they plan to call it?"
"'Fists of Balance' sir," said the messanger.
"A fitting name" said Retui as he clasped his hands ,"Toshnoi do requires much balance of the mind, soul and body..."