The floating leaves flying at Yung Mai's face shifted to Kai the moment Yung Mai's expression tensed.
Kai's eyes rolled in circles the moment he saw the same stare he had seen in Yung Mai's eyes before he moved and attacked him with the stick.
"Now, let's see if you can use the sword with the horse stance." Yung Mai turned to Kai and grinned.
For a fleeting moment, Kai stood there, calming his breath and chest. After thirty minutes, his chest heaved as he let his knees bend, sliding into Ma Bu.
As he spread his legs wider, grounding himself, the gravel bit into the soles of his feet. Holding the sword in the Ma Bu felt as if its weight had doubled in his hands.
Soft wind flew by his shoulders, raising the strands of hair that rested there.
When a sudden gust burst, letting the leaves rattle against the stone wall, Yung Mai pushed himself forward and covered his mouth.
