Episode eleven:

Since Yunho could make one with his disordered Ki, the young fellow lad was able to take advantage of his vital breath and forwarded his training with Changmin, learning quickly than the monk had expected from a simpleminded like him. This idiotic but too kind infant was more than what his appearance showed to them.

Behind that village idiot who would do anything others wanted from him was a very smart boy who only erased himself for he never saw himself worthy for this world until he met another boy, a mischievous one who did not have the decency to hold his tongue back, talking what was in his mind before thinking and paying no mind to anyone but only to his own person.

Maybe, Yunho needed this kind of person at his sides. Someone who was going to show the latter how to be selfish and think of his own needs before others'.

Smiling, Changmin stretched out his legs into a fighting position while watching his opponent ready himself to attack him. He snorted as Yunho ran toward him straightforward with a loud cry, seemed to be the latter fighting cry every time that fellow threw himself into a battle, and then, the young lad did not waste his time as he blew a with the wooden stick in his hands.

Blocking the smoothed attack, the fake monk teased, a smile on his lips, "You don't know any moves more than going straight into your enemy. This is the difference between you and I."

Yunho said nothing as he sniffed with confidence to only returning the smirk painting on the other young man's face. Even if he wasn't an expert in martial arts, he did have something under his sleeves. And, there, waving subtly his right hand, the young lad gathered his Ki on his palm before propelling the force onto Changmin, making the latter step back as an amass of yellowish mist appeared from Yunho's palm.

"Not bad. But show me more!" The young monk let out with a sniff. However, behind that confidence he was showing, he was impressed by how strong Yunho was. The latter did not know much about the routine of the Sonmudo, the martial art of the Beopjusa temple, or any other skills. But, he knew how to co-exist with a Ki which not long ago did not want to cooperate with its own receptacle. And that fellow lad was doing more than good to tame his vital breath. He would not be surprised as Yunho had learned some tricks from Jaejoong in secret. "Don't hold back." Changmin said quietly as he ran toward Yunho, propelling his own mist of power onto his wooden stick. Whirling the weapon in a swift move, the slightly older young adult attacked his opponent with all his might, excelling in his martial arts as the best of his master's disciples.

Yunho blocked every the best he could by using his own vital breath as his barrier of protection, stepping back a few inches from his initial position.

"I won't lose."

"Let see."

And the two master and disciple fought with all their might under the stare of Jaejoong who was hopping on his two feet at the sight of his husband standing his ground against someone who was way stronger than him.

"Move your legs with fluidity. One after another." The young boy yelled when he saw how Yunho was moving heavily, running toward the two men still fighting as no one had risen the white flag. "Your right foot stuck on the ground, your left foot making circular move while you balance your weight into your upper body. Take everything you can from your surroundings. Then go straight onto your opponent." Jaejoong gave advices to Yunho as he was himself moving in the same orders, a small wooden stick on his hand.

The ex-apprentice monk glanced at his young wife then nodded as he put all his weight onto his upper body, moving softly his legs and feet in circle like his young wife while summoning all the small strengths around his person before attacking Changmin. He sketched a smile as he found his move soft and smooth than before, not a burden anymore. The young monk blocked the blow with his own wooden stick and the impact was stronger than he thought, making him staggered on his feet.

"You did it!" Jaejoong beamed as he threw a flying kiss to Yunho, making the King of beggars who was standing next to the child boy looking at him as if he was an insane little squirrel in front of some delicious acorns. "Don't let him retreat into his guards. Watch that fake monk carefully, his moves and breathes. Then, find an opening in his posture. One only breathe. You need only that to win." The child boy instructed with a smile painting on his lips as he played with his own wooden stick in his hands.

"Jaejoong!" Changmin reprimanded as the young warrior was defending himself from all the soft and accurate attacks from Yunho.

"You're not qualified to be his master." The young boy snorted as he moved the wooden stick smoothly around his person, sliding the weapon from his right hand to his left hand with no ordeal. And then, Jaejoong grinned as he shoved the wooden stick toward the King of beggars making Yoochun to step away, avoiding to be stabbed by this dangerous pretty boy.

For a common boy who wanted to look frail and inoffensive, Jaejoong knew so much when it came to martial arts.

The young monk shook his head lightly as he knew he was never going to win against that young master of him. So, he focused on his fight against the other fellow boy.

Yunho was a good warrior as he had assimilated all the basic fighting skills without any proper training. The process was longer than the normal. But, once he could foresee his own moves and the path of his vital breath inside and outside his own body, the young man was not a bad fighter. His physical strength was still lacking in endurance. But with time, he could master his breath as any kind of skills he came into.

"Your moves have to be perfect." Jaejoong added with a swift move of his right hand, playing the wooden stick as it was a sword. "Don't waver. Go straight. The distance of your arms has to keep you safe from yourself and from your opponent." He continued as the boy positioned himself, ready to blow a . The son of the white Yong was standing on his right foot with his left lifted a bit next to the latter, arms stretched out, moving around his own person as he was drawing an invisible barrier around him."Stretch out your left hand to your front." He linked his words into action, while he was holding his own weapon on his right behind his head. His eyes closed up as the pretty boy was searching the weak throbbing line of life among the force of Nature surrounding them.

And Yunho did what his wife asked him to do. Standing on his feet as he held onto his ground, he stretched out his left arm while holding the wooden stick with his right arm bent near his head.

"Gather your Ki to your palm." The pretty boy focused on his own Ki as he gathered his own power onto his palm. A soft white mist of power was appearing around his palm.

With a mental thought, Yunho helped his vital breath to pass through the first and second gates before taking the course along his left arm toward his palm. And then, he counterattack Changmin's with the support of his own power coming from his disordered Ki.

Stick against stick. Arm against arm. Leg against leg. His own Ki floating around his person, playing as he barrier of protection.

Yunho threw his attack as he alternated with some defense, making sure to never mix up his steps. He kept in mind the process of his own moves, visualizing the responses of his opponent.

"Go for his weak point." Jaejoong added as he opened his eyes as he could see that small blast of life he was searching for. He tilted his head to his right a bit, and moved to fight an invisible opponent. But his blow went toward the King of beggars who jumped away in order to safe his person from the boy.

"I'm not your enemy." Yoochun shrieked as he crossed his arms over his chest while scurrying away from the child who was smiling like the evil he was.

"Who knows." The child boy smirked as he was ready to hit the other.

"Yah!"

Jaejoong laughed as he saw the King of beggars running away. Then, he turned his attention to his husband. If Yunho did the right steps, that fellow lad should find the last line of life of Changmin.

Yunho was following his young wife's instructions with concentration. He replicated the basis of his learning skill. He showed the fluidity of his moves. He pulled himself toward the danger but stayed in his guards. He never let his foe know his weakness. He never threw himself into his opponent with despair like before as he was looking at his surroundings. He, then, took what he could get from all the livings around him as he foresaw the fight in his mind.

There was so much to do in a fight. But, Yunho did not want to disappoint his young wife as the beautiful child boy had so much faith in him. Jaejoong was always cheering for his person, encouraging him every time he felt down and entered into his own self-pity.

That child was younger than him, but the way Jaejoong saw the world around them made Yunho think that he could make a better world for his young wife, that he could erect the perfect world for this beautiful boy who seemed to put him as his priority.

Being adult with responsibilities. Yunho had to show he was worthy of all the loyalty and faith Jaejoong had in him. And bit by bit, he was going to change for the better. This time, his own person was going to be his priority after the wellbeing of his young wife.

As his thoughts changed of focus, the young lad let himself be dominated by his Ki, following the straight line drawing by his inner force, moving like a puppet into this battle of dominance with the young monk.

Changmin frowned as he could see how soft and fluid Yunho's move had become. The fellow lad moved beautifully with the flux of essences around them as if he was one with Mother Nature. Avoiding all his blows easily to the right and to the left. Even his movements had speeded up.

However, that fellow lad was still not in his level. And with a swift move from his part as the young monk slid his way to stand behind his opponent, Changmin took down Yunho with a strong blow of his Ki from his palm, making the other lose his balance and fall on the ground with a grunt.

"Yunho!" Jaejoong gasped as the boy ran toward his husband with Yoochun following him behind. "Are you fine?" He asked, crouching down next to the latter while trying to look at any bruises on his body.

"Argh!" Yunho grunted, sitting on the earthy ground while catching his breath. "I thought I could take you down this time."

Changmin smirked as he dug the wooden stick on the ground. "You did improve. A lot. But, you have a long way to catch me up."

"You're too full of yourself." The son of the white Yong groaned as he was looking up at the fake monk. "In no time my Yunho is going to get you. And in one year, he will be titled of the best pugilist this Samguk Sagi has known." He huffed proudly.

"Suit yourself." Changmin shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. But, he could not deny the child boy's words. Yunho was in his own way to master his own art of fight. And in no time, the latter was going to surpass him. He could feel it. He could see it. Clearly as this fellow could reign hand in hand with his vital breath in his frail body.

"You!" Jaejoong chided as he was ready to punch that fake monk. However, he was holding his as he knew his Yunho would not like him being rude to this stomach on legs for the latter was kind enough to teach him some martial arts.

And what about him?

He did instruct Yunho to stand his ground against that fake monk. He deserved all the latter's attention for his good deed.

"Jaeha! Changmin is not wrong. I have a long way to catch on him." Yunho said as he grabbed the hand of his young wife in his hand, making the latter to turn his attention to his person. "I thought I found his last line of life... but I could not distingue his with others." The fellow lad heaved a sigh. "I have a long way to go..." Then, he shook his head lightly.

Jaejoong grunted as he could not go against Yunho. He huffed annoyingly, showing his displeasure. Then, he whined as he corrected his husband's words about himself.

"But, you are very strong."

"It's the wife talking." The King of beggars let out with a snort as he was standing next to the young monk with his arms crossed over his chest. However, he wasn't denying how quickly Yunho had improved himself in this short lap of time. And that soft and fluid moves the fellow lad had shown to them not long ago, it was as if he had foreseen his opponent's next moves. This young man was not nobody. In the near future, he was going to make sure that this fellow ex-apprentice monk was never going to stand on the opposite side in a battle field, but next to his sides, fighting for the same reasons.

"Can I kill him?" The beautiful boy asked with a pout, growling as he was glaring at the King of beggars and his forefinger pointing toward the latter.

"He is just jealous. I have you and he has no one." Yunho chuckled as he patted his wife's head.

"Sure!" Jaejoong beamed with his most beautiful smile painting on his full lips, already forgotten his animosity against the other young fellow man. "There is only one me in this world. And of course, it can only be you for me too."

"Aish!" Yoochun was grimacing as bile was