A young Chun-Woo Han was walking towards the cave his sunsengnim lived, wondering if he ever left that place to go to the bathroom or something. He wasn't looking to where he was going, and bumped into someone. "Sorry", he said remembering the lessons his sunsengnim forced into his skull.

"Sorry? Did you hear that Chung-Woo? The little brat said he's sorry."

There were three teenagers around fifteen, sixteen year old sitting on the rails of the bridge looking down on him. The one Chun-Woo Han dumped into was tall and tanned, with lean runner muscles, wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, while his companions wore more varied and high class clothing.

The one addressed as Chung-Woo chuckled. "Don't be like that Sun Park. Just forgive him and let the kid go."

Sun Park made an exaggerated bow to Chun-Woo Han who had remained with a neutral expression as the older boy let him go. When he got to the edge of the bridge another one of the teenagers appeared in front of him, blocking his path. He knew from experience where this was going, but still he made a token effort to solve this peacefully. "Excuse me, please let me pass."

"I'm sorry", said Chung-Woo, "but in order to pass this bridge you need to pay the toll."

"Toll", replied Chun-Woo Han in a neutral tone, "but the bridge is public, you don't have authority to demand for a toll."

Sun Park came from behind him and he could basically feel the malicious grin on his face. "Oh, but we do have authority", a sound of cracking knuckles came from behind him, "you're trespassing in our territory, and for that you have to pay the toll. Just hand over the cash quickly and nothing will-"

Before he could finish that sentence the young boy turned around with a vicious punch, doubling over the older boy before he raised his feet and hit him on the jaw, making his head bounce back which made the taller opponent fall on the ground unconscious.

"Territory huh?" Said Chun-Woo Han with a malicious grin of his own, "technically my sunsengnim home is nearby, which make it his territory and as his apprentice it's my duty to defend it from low lives like you. Now..." Chun-Woo Han cracked his own knuckles menacingly before slowly walking towards the other teenagers who looked between horrified and angered at him.

"Who wants to be the first?"

~~O~~

"You idiot".

Chun-Woo Han was looking down as his sunsengnim looked at him with disappointment.

"Why did you beat those kids? Is that why you asked me to teach you martial arts?"

"But they were charging to use the bridge", tried the young boy, "from everyone too! So I did good in the end, right?"

"You could have ran away from them, or even used another route to come here. Also I'm fairly sure that the thought of others never crossed your mind."

"What's the point of learning martial arts if you can't use it?" Grumbling softly hoping his sunsengnim wouldn't hear.

"None", answered the older man with a sad tone, startling his student, "there is no meaning. However there's also no meaning in raw violence, but I cannot teach you more than what I already know and hope that one day you will find your own path. It would be hypocrite of me to tell you what to do with my teachings, but please don't charge ahead against all problems fist first."

The boy nodded, even if he thought that would be impossible with him.

"Still", tried once more his sunsengnim, "what do you say for yourself?"

Thinking for a moment, Chun-Woo Han shrugged. "At least I won?"

He chuckled a bit, before a smile graced his sunsengnim face. "That was never in doubt Chun-Woo Han."

~~O~~

The Nine Arts Dragon blinked a bit of sleep from his eyes as he stared at his young disciple sitting next to him, performing the breathing techniques. He wondered what kind of dream he had that made his heart ache with longing before his hand went to the cigarrette on his pocket, but he stopped once he looked once more at his apprentice intent look of concentration.

Refraining from having a smoke right now, he resumed his role as a teacher to her and pointed her mistakes and coaxed her into becoming better, much like it was done with him a long, long time ago.