A Visit [INV/Sagan]

Form one... the Winding Dragon. With a grace that belied his size, Chomei stepped forth, twisting his body in an almost snake-like, unnatural manner. With each rotation, his momentum soared. His speed and grace rose ever higher, never faltering. The school began to tremble under the weight of his movement. With one sudden, mighty movement, all of his momentum ceased—Chomei stood one-legged, his palms clawed out in front of him. The room shook one final time, the roaring of wind rushing outside. With a light hop, Chomei was on firm footing now, He attacked the steel-man once more, and it ground painfully atop its winding stone pivot. It spun rapidly round, aiming to slap its steel branches into his side. He thrust his palm forward, and its momentum suddenly reversed. With even greater speed, it lunged at him from his left.

He stood exactly where he was—To dodge these attacks would betray the point of this exercise. In the Dragon Style... To defend, you must attack. And so, as the metal poles slashed at him, he raised his knee, knocking them back round the way they came. The dummy held up remarkably well as this back-and-forth went on. Even if he was holding back. Chomei felt a sense of pride in his handiwork, extending a palm out to grip one of the poles. The rotating steel dummy came to a screeching halt, and Chomei recoiled under the weight its rotation carried.

He'd been exercising for a good while now and felt he'd earned a break. His luck with students was still abysmal, but he'd accepted by now that this thing would take time. For now... all he could do was wait.