He was pretty free these days, wandering around the Pequod and checking if everything's in place. So now, he's teaching a junior how to use their spear correctly, well correct by his standards of course.

Using a spare wooden plank as a training dummy, Yi Sang liked it. It was a little flimsy, but that was expected. After all, it's just a plank. Marked by hundreds and hundreds of weapon marks, it was clear this one endured a lot.

There was one, deep cut in the middle of the plank, made by none other than Yi Sang himself.

"Once the weapon has punctured the flesh of your foe, alter your center of gravity like so." He says, pointing at the plank with his spear.