With a firm hand on things, LuBu in his shop finds a few locals trying to better themselves, following through with the training with one of their usual - LuBu has four of them watch as him and a women stand on the matt,

If your opponent is small, this is your  chance to laugh - agility always trumps strength, As Lubu nods towards the person in front of him, the women starts fast and strange, jumping to the left of Lubu - with a few jabs to the waist, Lubu catches her fist - with this, the women runs to the front - swiging her legs around Lubu's throat - making him stumble to the ground. LuBu, twisting the hand he grasps onto, the women moves her body in the same way. With LuBu tapping on the matt - they both get up, standing on the matt, bowing to each other, 

If this was a real fight between you and her, all of you would of been on the floor already, all of you - do your exercises and try for yourself, Bowing again towards his opponent, Lubu turning around, walks towards the back room where the door slides open, taking the phone to his ear, putting in a few digits, Five minutes, only your best.

Leaning on the wall of the back room, with only a few patches of light flickering, Lubu's arm's cross as he hears rustling and finally a knock on the back door, opening it - the surprise on Lubu's face as his aura doesn't strike the old figure at all, waddling through a four foot eighty year old places a suitcase carried by two of his assumed associates. With the case sitting on the floor with the two sitting on makeshift chairs, the Old man begins to speak to his seemingly translator- speaking in a language that Lubu never cared to learn. As the old man finishes, the man he was taking to speaks up,

Greetings, and thank you for coming to us, The man pauses as the old man speaks more, Everything you have asked for will be included, yet the price that we offered has changed, Lubu's face starts to scowl, with a grunt he stands up straight motioning his hand to carry on as the old man speaks to the translator, Hundred and thirty thousand extra, for this exquisite piece of history,

With all his might, Lubu tries to calm down - squeezing his fists as he uncrosses his arms and attempts to grab the old man by the throat - the two stand up and put LuBu in a incapacitated move, Make that Hundred and Fifty five thousand, As LuBu in his stationary state calms down as the two let go of him.

With the three leaving with hollow eyes, a hefty sized case of their own out of the back door, LuBu punches the wall as a hole is made two inches thicker in circumference of what his hand is. With eyes looking his way from his students - they continue on as the three holes next to it are in place. 

Opening the case, Lubu looks inside and says out loud What is this?

Stumbling backwards, the case flies open as the sword appears to glow - with the red tassels and talismans starting to vibrate throughout the room, as Lubu takes his steps backwards, it slowly starts to become calm. With every step Lubu takes towards this great weapon - it seems to take a form, himself grinding his wolven like teeth - he rushes towards the weapon - grabbing it by the handle. A shock of light makes a barrier that circles his palm forcing him to drop the weapon, Hah, I should of known Lubu snarls as he starts to yell to himself, Guan Yu, that's why I paid so much shutting the case as the light turns to black, I know how to turn a weapon into a real weapon, if you can hear me, don't think you've won!

Picking up the case as what needed two, is lifted by himself - stampeding out of the backroom - the customers start to clammer around him Sensei, when will I be able to go to the next sta-

My feet hurt, is there anyway I can wear socks?

Can we spar? I really need the money for this weeks rent..

With him striding through the people interrupting each other of their complains - Lubu throws the keys to the building, to one of the customers and grunts as fear fills their eyes, Questions will be answered, lock up - be here as the sun hits the horizon, or don't be here at all Lubu exclaims as he is already a couple of meters away from the building.

Sitting inside of his homemade dojo - the case sitting in front of him. Lifting the case open as his eyes turn red - his very hand holds a set of dark aura. Grasping on to the weapon of light, the weapon starts to resist - turning from light to dark. From the midway point - the bottom of the weapon is fully encased, as the top where the blade sits sharp starts to push back, the ferocity of Lubu's eyes would strike fear into thousands - yet the spellbound weapon seems to resist. 

With a firm squeeze of the weapon, the aura seems to permanently seal onto the weapon, with over two thirds of the weapon completely encased - Lubu smirks with a sly tongue, You'll submit one day - the more you stay in there, the more the suffering..