An apprentice grasped the end of a metal rod, spun his body around, and swung the rod high, simultaneously spreading his legs to lower his center of gravity.
Hiroshi Matsushima sighed, then stepped forward and lightly tapped the apprentice's striding foot with the tip of his own.
The lad was just releasing one hand from the rod to adjust his center, trying to maintain balance amid the fierce attack. However, Hiroshi's tap precisely disrupted the balance of the stance.
The apprentice fell to the ground, and the metal rod flew far away.
"Luo Bai, I can understand the feeling of wanting to use a move you've figured out on your own," Hiroshi said. "For a martial artist, this is a natural thing. But you've repeated this move too many times—besides, don't you feel that this stance has a big flaw?"
The apprentice picked up his training weapon and lowered his head, not daring to speak.
"Moreover, losing your weapon at the end, that's a serious deduction," Hiroshi continued.
