Xiumin and Chonglin ran around the park, holding onto wooden swords they had purchased at a nearby store. They practiced their sword fighting, clashing into eachother with shouts. Chonglin was definitely a lot clumsier with his movements since he still hasn't gotten far in his training.
After a while, they both laughed as they fell to the ground, dropping their swords. They had been training for a good portion of the day. Bohai had told them to train, because that was more productive than playing video games in the hotel room. Xiumin looked over at his friend with a grin.
"I bet one day you're going to be a lot better than your brother," Xiumin said with a laugh.
"I'm sure anyone could be better than my brother," Chonglin told him. "If you're talking about Xiaosi, that is. He sucks at sword fighting. He sucks at cultivation in general. But Shihong, well, I think he'll be pretty good soon enough. Maybe scary good. Who knows. You never know with Shihong. He might just get lazy."
