Nightfall hung lightly overhead, and the new moon curved like a hook.
The cool evening breeze rustled the leaves outside.
By now, the disciples had begun their meditative Water Breathing training.
Afterward, the lights would be turned off and they would rest.
Without the daytime bustle, the dojo seemed exceptionally peaceful and harmonious.
Inside the rear hall.
Bang, Bomb, Jiwei, Mata, and Aite sat cross-legged before low tea tables.
"You derived a version of Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist from Water Breathing—Wind Breathing!"
Jiwei was greatly shocked after hearing why Bomb had come.
"Yes. It's rather embarrassing when you put it that way, since I didn't get your permission beforehand."
Bomb's tone carried sincere apology.
Bang also said to Jiwei, "This old man was at fault as well. You only agreed to let me teach it to the dojo disciples, but my brother wasn't included."
"Uh... It's fine, it's fine. I don't mind. I'm just amazed by Master Uncle's talent. May I see your Wind Breathing?"
Jiwei hurriedly waved his hands, indicating that the two did not need to act this way, then voiced the curiosity in his heart.
Though he could not use Wind Breathing, he had certainly seen it before.
Not to mention that Mata, who was beside him, practiced Wind Breathing.
Her level simply was not very high, and she still had to rely on sword forms to bring out its power.
"Of course, that was exactly my intention!" Bomb relaxed when he saw that Jiwei was not pursuing the matter.
The greatest taboo in the martial arts world was secretly learning another school's secret techniques.
Though what he had done did not truly count as stealing.
He then stood and walked to the center of the hall, beginning to demonstrate the Wind Breathing fist art he had