The Power That Truly Belongs to Me

"Evening training?" Looking at the three pitch-black metal plates beneath Yun Chuan's feet, the heavy sounds from earlier still seemed to echo in their ears. Yahiko's face twitched as he looked at Yun Chuan, who was bare from the waist up, and reasonably questioned his so-called training. "You call this evening training?" Before the floor-to-ceiling window, Yun Chuan stood sideways to the two of them, barefoot on the mat, quietly facing the street outside.