Eun-woo sat perched on a tree, his eyes fixed on the Dragon Tear River, not too far away from the Sun Sect.
It had been a few days since his last lesson with Han Seo-yoon, and the young man had been improving rapidly.
His instincts were sharp, and his ability to adapt quickly was rather impressive. At this rate, Eun-woo was sure he'd be able to reach master level in two years, or less.
His eyes moved to his hands, the very same hands that had grabbed Seo-yoon as he guided his body, fixed his form so he could successfully hit a palm strike against the boulder he'd found in the forest where they'd moved their training.
It still tingled, still felt hot to the touch. He recalled the sensations he'd felt when he had grabbed him like tiny, miniature sparks lighting up his body.
