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I was in Tai Chi one day, and Sifu showed us a new form that I immediately fell in love with. It was beautiful and fluid, but remarkably easy to learn and remember. But it wasn't until the class was half over that I found out that it was technically an Escrima stick form, but a person could modify it to use with the Chinese War Fans. Now, I should preface this by saying that I'd earned my green belt by then, and Sifu made it very clear that when a student attains his or her green sash, he expects them, in no uncertain terms, to start mastering a weapon. He doesn't care what weapon, but we have to pick one and master it. But, in his typical Y

“Have a good night, (Name). Sorry you got stuck with all the work.” Petra apologetically muttered as she slung her bag around her shoulder. “It’s fine, I did cause a commotion and distract you guys from work after all.” “I’m just glad that Rivaille let you off the hook so easily! Well, I have to go now. See you tomorrow!” “Yeah, see you.” I watched her back disappear beyond the glass door and relaxed, stretching my arms towards the ceiling as my sore muscles loosened up. Not even a minute after Petra’s departure, a warm hand covering my eyes blocked my vision. “You d