Yun fidgeted restlessly on his bed. He wanted to leave home so badly but Grandpa Gen wouldn't let him. It was bad enough he had to stay home. Now Yang decided to stay just because Yun had to. Now, not only did Yun feel bored, he felt guilty. Grumbling, he grabbed his skateboard and left his room.

"Bored?" Yang asked. He stood outside his bedroom door. Tsuchin, who rested in Yang's arms, peered curiously at Yun as well.

Yun shrugged. Yang noticed the skateboard under his brother's arm.

"Grandfather said not to leave the house."

"Grandfather said not to leave home. He said nothing about leaving the house." Yun smirked.

With that, he left for the homemade half pipe in the backyard.

"YUN!"

Yun slipped. He caught his foot at the top of the half pipe and regained his balance. His skateboard rolled off the ramp and came to a halt at the feet of old man Gen.

"Gramps!" Yun exclaimed.

"Yun, I told you not to go outside."

"You said not to leave home."

Gen shook his head. He turned to leave.

"Wait, gramps. Can I tell you something?"

"What is it?"

Yun detatched his foot from the ledge. He slid to the center then sat straight. "Gramps, in my last fight I tried a Senkyuutai. I ended up screwing up the timing and doing a shoulder bash instead. Truth is, gramps, I prefer that power edge. The Senkyuutai doesn't give the edge I'd like. You'd think that'd be okay?"

Gen raised an eyebrow. He never figured Yun to ask such questions from anyone. "Why do you ask?"

"Didn't want you scolding me any more." Yun laughed.

The old man frowned slightly. "Demonstrate your shoulder bash."

Gen went into a fighting stance. This time, Yun decided not to roll. Instead, he simulated the range by crouching and stepping forward, then shoving his force upwards into a shoulder bash. The assassin fist took the full force of the blow and felt himself fly upwards. He forced himself into a back flip and landed gracefully. He nodded, rubbing his beard thoughtfully.

"A martial art can only teach a fighter the basics. It is up to the fighter to forge his or her own style. You have found a style that suits you. I am proud."

Yun stood and bowed. "Thank you, grandfather."

"Listen, Yun. Without the Senkyuutai, you are left defenceless to effeciently halt airborne attacks. If you prefer the use of your upper body, use that for an anti-air attack instead. Then use your shoulder bash to knock your opponent afar."

Gen tossed a dead chicken at Yun. A big sweatdrop went down the back of Yun's head. He instinctively punched the chicken away.

"Yo, gramps. What the hell was that?" Yun exclaimed.

"Dead chickens do not break like bricks." Gen replied. He threw the chicken at Yun again. Yun intercepted with his fist, hitting only hard enough to step forward and connect with a shoulder bash. Unfortunately, the chicken didn't fly as far as he had hoped. He wondered if his grandfather inserted lead weights into the poor dead fowl.

"Your shoulder bash gains momentum from a roll. Simulate that." Gen suggested.

Yun nodded. Again the chicken flew. Yun repeated the high punch. This time he ducked down, turned around and bashed the chicken with more impact. Still, the chicken didn't fly as far as he hoped.

"I'm sure you'll perfect the technique in time." Gen spoke and went inside.

Yun sat for awhile, absentmindedly tossing the chicken in his hands. He couldn't understand why his shoulder bash wouldn't hit the chicken far enough. He pitched the chicken in the air and tried again.

'Still not far enough!'

Yun jabbed the chicken before it fell. Angrily, he tossed the chicken in the air, stomped his foot and smashed it with a Kobokushi strike. The chicken sailed into the wall. 'Kobokushi can beat a chicken better even...' Yun grumbled. As he wondered how, his grandfather's words crept into his mind.

"Listen, Yun and Yang. By projecting one's chi - or life energy, one can snuff nearby objects without touching. Use that technique after stomping the ground to push your chi upwards. That is the Kobokushi. Use this technique wisely."

"Is that so..." Yun muttered. A wide grin slowly spread across his face. He had an idea.

Yun tossed the chicken in the air. He went through the air punch and shoulder bash motions. While the chicken still floated in the air, he stomped the ground and, applying the knowledge of the Kobokushi technique, smashed his fist upwards. The chicken went sailing high in the air, passing Yang's bedroom window.

Yang noticed the chicken and curiously looked outside. 'What was that?' he wondered as the chicken landed in the neighbor's backyard.

"Hey! What the hell is this?" the angry neighbor yelled.

"What's the matter? Never seen a flying roast before?" Yun yelled back smugly. He felt great - the technique worked!

"Take this, punk!" The neighbor yelled, throwing the chicken back. Yun preformed the three hit attack again, sending the chicken back across the fence. The neighbor growled and went inside. The door slammed behind him.

"Heh heh heh..." Yun picked up a cinder block. "Flying Roast. I like that. I think I'll name this technique 'You Hou' in its honor. Watch out, tournament! Yun Lee will show you who's got the best moves in town!"

Yun tossed the cinder block in the air and preformed his newly patented You Hou. His shoulder bash split the block in half so when Yun struck the final blow, half the block went flying upwards while the other half knocked him on the head. Yun fell over. Gen, watching from inside, shook his head.

"He is still green."

Watching from his bedroom window, Yang thought to himself, 'So that's what big brother is up to. He perfected a new technique.' The cinder block piece flew outside his window. Yang punched the block, shattering it into dust.

'So have I.'