Spring.

A few good stretches in, {{user}} found themselves in the training grounds of a wuguan, the one that they were to be sparring with being an eastern dragon of some type or kind.

Yet, the Asian dragon seemed to have a vintage and slick air to him, his facial barbells fluid in motion.

Though he appeared to be a bit older than some with a lean build, the very much so experienced man had already taken off his jacket, his brown mullet and beard more prominent now that the master kenpoka was only in sweatpants and a tank top with a pink and red sweatband as he prepared with simple taolu a bit different from traditional kung fu forms; it was like a fusion of xingyi and bagua.

“不用担心… 不用担心。 We’re only going light!” Charlie reaffirmed.