Practicing directly in full view of the girls had not been the easy task he expected it to be. Yin Hu had not considered the amount of anxiety that would surge through his veins, leading to spiraling thoughts of his terrible form. Much of which he made up for with significant amounts of physical strength. Yin Hu had considered attempting to use Qi. The little drops within his meridians and dry as a desert core, but the idea was discarded immediately. Not only did he not want to fail, succeeding would be an issue too. He had no clue how to do it, anything he would need to explain might be contrary to all that he had taught them. Efficiency and effectiveness. It put him in a difficult position he needed to consider. Especially with Jun staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes. Hours upon hours without shifting from her seat once while Shui had done the exact opposite. The older girl was studying him intently. Memorizing his every step and twitch. Committing it to her style and choices during a real battle. The thought terrified Yin Hu. What would work for him wouldn’t work for her. Most likely. Not only was she considerably weaker and slower than he was, her access to Qi gave her different types of strengths and weaknesses than himself. It wouldn’t be a wise thought to force her down his path. Especially if something more applicable was clearly available and much easier to learn. Primarily the Weapon Spirit’s special techniques and skills. All of which would fit Jun much better than his own brutish style of fighting and engaging with an invisible enemy. There was little pizzazz in slamming a spear's sharpened blade down on someone's face, ripping from skull to scrotum. With little to no artistry or technique.“Don’t call me that.” Jun whispered to herself.Her voice was low enough that it was difficult for Yin Hu to hear even with his enhanced abilities. But he did catch it. Jun (...)