The open space in the courtyard.
A five or six-year-old girl with a tidy ponytail leaps into the air, her little body soaring as her legs swiftly strike at her opponent, moving so fast that only the afterimage of her legs can be seen.
Her opponent is a young man in his twenties with long hair tied in a small braid near his neck, bound with a red string that has a small jade pendant at the end.
Faced with the girl's torrent-like attacks, he takes a breath and raises his arms to block, seeming to retreat step by step, yet the little jade pendant on his hair tie remains motionless.
Furthermore, he has enough energy to tease.
"Little Junior Sister, did you not eat enough? This strength is nothing!"
The girl in the air pauses, quickly changing her moves; she somersaults in mid-air, wrapping her legs around the young man's neck, and starts pulling his hair with her tiny hands.
"Pull, pull, pull!"
What to do when at a stalemate with Second Senior Brother?
