The morning sun was barely peeking through the mist as Seo Ryung was in the center of the manor's courtyard, he was watching his juniors go through their forms. His sharp eyes caught their every misstep and every hesitated decision.
"Jin-mu," he called out to the frustrated boy.
He was a young boy with a damaged arm, he had flinched mid strike. Seo Ryung walked over to him, and adjusted the boy's stance with a firm hand.
"You are too stiff," he said. "Power is nothing without proper flow."
Jin-mu swallowed down hard and absorbed Seo Ryung's advice, adjusting himself accordingly.
Su-yeon, who was panting from exertion, muttered quiet;y, "Hmm… He is more strict than usual today."
Han-ju replied to her. "I think that's good. We need it."
They all knew why.
