“Well then… let’s start with a spar.”

“Sparring?”

“The training I’m giving you is forced. Ideally, I’d prefer to get away with just teaching you the same basic techniques I gave that bald monk…”

In the center of the massive pavilion was a wide, open area—clearly meant for training.

“But, at the end of the day, I am a practitioner of martial arts. Even if this situation is forced upon me, my pride won’t allow me to do a half-hearted job.”

“And how does that relate to sparring?”

“The path of martial arts is complex. One cannot simply pick up any technique and expect to master it. Every person has a style that best suits them.”