"Again!" Mr. Liu Sheng hadn't yet figured out how he'd just lost, and he wasn't one to give up so easily. If he were, he wouldn't have become one of Japan's top Swordsmanship Masters. He rubbed his aching wrist, bent down to pick up the bamboo sword, and assumed his stance once more. The bamboo swords used for Sword Way practice had specially treated, blunted tips that couldn't cause serious injury. The pain would subside after a moment.
"Squeak squeak!" Xiaoliu still looked listless and even let out a yawn. 'Mr. Liu Sheng's Swordsmanship isn't even as good as Shen Yibin's. Sparring with him is so boring.'
