There once lived a great warrior in the world of Elmoreden. They called him the Great Master
His reputation extended far and wide throughout the land and many students gathered to study under him.
Though quite old, he was still adept at martial arts and, despite his age, the legend was that he could defeat any adversary.
One afternoon, a young warrior, known for his complete lack of scruples and dark nature, was passing by the village.
The young warrior had never lost a fight.
Along with his strength, he had an uncanny ability to spot and exploit any weakness in an opponent. He would wait for his opponent to make the first move, thus revealing a weakness, and then would strike with merciless force and lightning speed. No one had ever lasted with him in a match beyond the first move.
The young warrior had heard of the old master’s reputation, and determined to be the first man to defeat the, untill then, invincible great Rafail, he decided to face him.
The brash young warrior challenged the old master to a fight. Much against the advice of his concerned students, the old master gladly accepted the young warrior's challenge.
All villagers eagerly gathered in the village square to witness the bout.
As the two squared off for battle, the young warrior began to hurl insults at the old master. The young warrior threw dirt and spat in the master’s face and tried his utmost to goad and incite the master to make the first move.
But the old warrior merely stood there motionless and calm.
For hours the young warrior provoked the master. He verbally abused the master with every curse and insult known to mankind and even insulted the master’s ancestors, but the old man kept smiling and remained impassive.
Finally, as the sun started setting, the young warrior started feeling exhausted and humiliated. Gradually comprehension dawned on the young warrior and he knew that he was defeated so he bowed before the master and feeling shamed he left the village.
Disappointed that the master had received so many insults and provocations, the students gathered around the old master and questioned him, “How could you bear such indignity...? Why didn't you use your sword and fight the insolent youth...? It would have been better if you lost the fight instead of displaying such cowardice in front of us all...?”
“If someone comes to you with a gift, and you do not accept it, to whom does the gift belong...?” asked the master.
“To the giver, the one who tried to give the gift,” replied one of his students.
“The same goes for envy, anger and insults,” said the master, “If you do not accept these gifts of abuse, invective and insults, they continue to belong to the one who delivers them...!”