The winds were different today - harsh and nipping. As if someone's mere presence was affecting the atmosphere. As Yang exited his home he couldn't help but feel uneasy. He had made breakfast for grandmother and himself already. All that was left was to get the paramedics. He donned his rollerblades and was off.

He must have been travelling the speed of light. The people and places were blurrs as he wizzed by. He only heard a few words the people were saying. Mostly in the form of chatter or the occasional, "Look, it's Yun's brother!" or "Look, it's Yang!" He really had to hurry...

"Hey, did you hear?" a lady said to her friend. "The master of the assassin fist is in town."

Yang screeched to a halt.

"Do you mean Gen? What would such a scary man be doing in Hong Kong?"

"I don't know. But the last I heard he was at Yun and Yang's home. My goodness. I hope that nothing bad happens to the Twin Dragons. Fine young men like them don't deserve Gen on their case."

Yang changed his mind. 'Forget the paramedics. I'm going home.'

With that, Yang turned around and sped home. It took the ladies a second to realize that was Yang who flew by. Worried and curious, they followed. Word of Gen's appearance had apparently spread far. Many people ended up following Yang home.

By the time Yang returned home, a large crowd was following him. They waited outside, anxiously awaiting his fate. Yang kicked off his rollerblades and raced upstairs. His heart was pounding. He was frantic. All suspicions were correct. Standing by the kitchen table was Gen, the master of the Assassin Fist. Gen eyed Yang. The wisened martial artist's eyes were blank, hollow, showing the raw power of his chi. Hands held together and hidden beneath his long sleeves, he said nothing. Yang cupped his left fist in his right hand and bowed.

"Welcome home, grandfather."

Gen nodded.

The crowd outside had heard those three stunning words from Yang's lips. Grandfather? Gen is Yang and Yun's grandfather? The noise travelled into the Lee's household. Narrowing his eyes, Gen nudged his head towards the front door. Yang, understanding the silent action, went. Leaning his hands on both sides of the door, he stuck his head outside the door. The collective crowd stepped back. Yang closed the door, locking it behind him.

"Where is Yun?" Gen asked.

'Brisk as ever...' Yang thought, quickly trying to think of how to cover for Yun's injury. The last thing he and Yun needed was Grandfather Gen on their case. "Yun is in his room recovering from an injury."

There. Not a lie. But not the whole truth either.

"That reckless boy." Gen muttered. He turned to leave for Yun's room. "Yang. Prepare lunch while I am gone."

"Yes, grandfather."

Gen left.

Yun was barely awake. He didn't want to admit it but he was in pain. True he was used to having multiple bone fractures. It was the pain of waiting that was killing him, not the pain of the injury. When the door knocked, he barely had the energy to say, "Come in." Instead, he moaned, knowing Yang was always able to understand him. To his surprise and dismay, who should enter but Grandfather Gen.

"G-gramps! Long time no see." Yun stood at attention. His ribs gave out and he slumped ungracefully on the bed.

Gen stood over Yun. He narrowed his eyes. "What did I tell you about reckless injury? You should be ashamed of yourself. Show caution in your decisions."

"Sorry, gramps."

"What was that?"

"Er, I mean, it won't happen again, grandfather." Yun covered. He wasn't used to a curteous tongue like Yang was.

"Now show me your injury. Where is it?"

"Don't worry, gramps. It's only a scratch."

"Where is it?" Gen asked in a harsher tone of voice.

Even Yun knew when not to mess with his grandfather. Slowly he raised his hand to softly graze the bleeding area. "Right here. I broke a few ribs."

Carefully, Gen rubbed his hands over the wound. Yun winced but made no outward cry. Gen rubbed his hands together. The friction heated his palms. He continued until he was satisfied. Once hot enough, Gen proceeded to push Yun's ribs in the proper place. Yun closed his eyes. He couldn't show pain to his grandfather or himself. His pride wouldn't let him. But it hurt...

"Finished. Sit up."

Yun sat up straight. The pain had disappeared completely.

"Thanks, gramps."

Gen shook his head at Yun's constant disrespect. "Clean yourself up. Then come for lunch."

The old man left. With fresh clothes in hand, Yun headed for the bathroom. He dumped his blood stained uniform in the sink and filled it full of cold water. 'Yes, Yang, I do listen to you.' he thought with a smirk. He stared at his bare torso. The wound was already beginning to heal. The pain was all gone. Shrugging, he went into the shower.

An hour later, Yun exited, refreshed and fully clothed. Gen was waiting outside. They travelled downstairs, meeting an increasing wonderful aroma. Waiting for them in the kitchen was Yang. On the table were plates of food. Yang held his fist in his hand and bowed.

"Lunch is served."

Tsuchin brushed his leg.

Everyone had a feast. Afterwards, Yang went outside to check the mail. Bags of love letters for Yun sat on the doorstep. A big sweatdrop went down the back of Yang's head. 'Yun can take care of these himself.' Absentmindedly he reached into the mailbox and came upon a single letter. It was addressed to "Y. Lee" in english letters. Yang inspected the envelope suspiciously. There appeared no return address, just a corporate logo.

"What's eatin' ya, bro'?" Yun asked playfully.

Without turning around, Yang showed his brother the letter. Yun opened the enveloppe and read quietly. With each passing second Yang felt the tension rising. A few minutes later Yang heard the sound of the letter folding.

"What's wrong?"

Yun shoved the envelope at Yang. "Take a look yourself."

Yang read the letter.

To Y. Lee

You are invited to a special underground tournament. The location is at the fighting arena by the port harbor. The date is the day this letter arrives. The time is at midnight sharp. Please regester beforehand by 11 pm. The prize for first place is 10,000 American currency. We await your arrival. -CM

'CM?' Yang wondered. He folded the letter in his pocket. "I'll go in your place."

Yun stared at Yang in surprise, then grinned. "No go, bro'. This is my show so let it go."

"But you've just recovered from an injury."

"Technicalities!" Yun laughed, patting his ribs. "A few broken ribs ain't going to stop me."

Yang looked to the side. No use arguing with Yun any further. 'It won't be the broken ribs that will stop you.'