They Called Me Iron Fist
For obvious reasons Danny Rand has been on my mind. There are a lot of ways to approach that character, and frankly I’m not in a position to say which, if any, is right for the current moment. This is what would work for me, though:
Danny Rand is the worst student K'un Lun has ever seen, and he knows it.
Not through any particular failing of character, mind. But in a hidden temple populated by elite aspirants from the world’s greatest schools and orphans raised in the tradition from birth, even the most motivated nine-year-old foreigner is going to have a lot of ground to make up. Picture young Danny stumbling through half-understood drills, towering over the toddlers in the beginner’s class (who then enthusiastically toss him around because he makes for such a handy practice dummy). Eventually, regretfully, knowing that it will stunt his development as a martial artist, his masters decide there’s only one path that will do him any good before his hated foe dies of old age: the staggeringly unsubtle Way of the Iron Fist.
So while his peers are learning the delicate art of flowing through combat with minimal effort and devastating effect, Danny punches rocks. It’s effective enough, in its own way, and certainly impressive to the average rube on the street, but Danny has been to the foot of the mountain and he knows how high it goes. And, though his vengeance compels him to return to the world beyond the art, and his good character and sense of justice compels him to stay out in the world where his skills, meager though they are, may be of use…
In his heart he will always be the worst student at K'un Lun, and he would like nothing more than to return and, at last, begin to learn the real martial art he glimpsed long ago.