In the mountain forest.
Rain poured down.
In a hollow beneath a cliff, two boys were sheltering from the rain with miserable faces.
The rain had come suddenly, catching them completely off guard.
The two looked young, one tall and one short. Perhaps bored with nothing to do, one casually picked up a length of branch, shouted a few words, and began swinging it around, imitating sword moves he had learned from television.
Seeing this, the other followed suit, picking up a broken branch and charging at him with a shout.
Childish spirits, little boys debating the sword.
The two boys hopped this way and that, still calling out the names of their moves, their faces affecting the bearing of masters, though their movements were rather awkward and comical.
One moment, one performed a Donkey Roll; the next, the other fell flat on his back...
Back and forth they went, making a complete mess of things. After only a few moves, they were already panting for breath and collapsed onto the ground.
The taller boy was sweating all over. Then, with an exaggerated expression, he said, "Big Xiang, let me tell you a secret. My grandpa said he really saw a kung fu master once, and a really powerful one, too..."
The shorter boy was so exhausted his eyes rolled. At this, he snapped irritably, "Are you nuts? That stuff's all fake!"
As they spoke, the taller boy suddenly rubbed his eyes and stared fixedly into the curtain of rain outside. "Ah, there are people!"
The shorter boy answered instinctively, "What a load of rubbish! It's just someone. Do you have to make such a fuss?"
But as he turned to look, his little eyes immediately went perfectly round, as though he had seen a ghost.
Following the two boys'