[Video; UN: gentlebreeze]

[gentledawn]

[He is going through his daily exercises, holding Shuanghua - his sword - as if the blade is a mere extension of his body. His feet barely seem to touch the ground as he dances through his various sword positions. Snow is kicked up here and there, creating a dust of white against his already white robes.

Needless to say, he seems otherworldly - perhaps more elemental spirit than man.]

Is anyone available for a spar?

[Xingchen lands before his communicator, his sleeves fluttering like wings.]

I do not mind if you are a beginner or exceptionally talented. I can adjust.

[Smiling encouragingly, he tips his head back, chuckling when a snowflake melts on his cheek.]