I, Shiki the Golden Lion, Know a Little About the Surge of Murderous Intent

Was I supposed to be a Golden Rajang? Was I meant to find a kindred Kirin when I came of age, then chomp down on a Thunder-element Jagras Corn to begin my path to becoming a Golden Great Ape? Then I met a kind old red-haired man picking fruit... "One. Moment. Thousand. Strikes!"

Watching this Rajang stand on two legs, prayer beads around his neck, red fur whipping wildly with murderous intent, and an Elder Dragon beaten into a gape-mouthed, eyes-shut mess in an instant, the muscles on his back faintly twisted into the character for "Heaven"... The Hunter's Guild members fell into deep thought.

"I'm supposed to fight him? Seriously?"