*When you see == this meant time had passed if it wasn't clear. Keep in mind Ying Yue is relearning his past- the ones that were hidden away. Why? You'll find out~*
They all were readying their sword before their master. A short breeze and they attacked. Swords swinging, but their master dodged easily. The wooden fan, strengthened by his energy, blocked blades and pushed it aside. Another round of practice and he opened his fan, spread it, and flapped toward them. A hard gush pushed the three young boys back, causing the youngest to roll backwards.
"You all have gotten stronger," he smiled running his hand down his beard.
"Thank you master," they bowed, while the blonde laid flat on his back.
Ying Yue was breathing hard, but he could feel himself getting stronger. Smiling to himself he stared at the sky happily. He heard footsteps neared him, until his master came into his view.
