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Gust continued to dance. Smiling and laughing he looked over to Tazuma, Pointing his finger at him. "Ya know senseI! I can't hold... My stuff so well haha." Slowly his blade floated in the air, then suddenly it slapped him on the back of his head. Gust gell forward quickly, busting his right cheek into the table. AS blood ran down his nose, a armored man, in ancient Korean Armor held the sword with one hand on his hip. "You..You Disappoint me Gust." The man said with a sigh. Making the sword float around him, Gust remained on the table, twitching at his legs and arms. Cheolpa slowly walked around the table, Stting down while he watched Gust. "Get up, come on now!"