"Old man Su! Looks like you really are alive after all!"

"I should be saying that, old man Piao. Look at yourself, just barely holding on."

"You're right, you're right. Gotta last long enough to make sure the younger generation's competent, eh?"

The two old men, despite being of rival sectors, laughed and poked around as if old friends. And they were; their long years of arguing had dwindled as they both grew old and became part of an older generation. Both of them held high respect for each other and both of them shared the feeling of wanting their descendants to grow strong. At this banquet gathering of sorts, sparring and chances to show the other sectors your strength were not uncommon, and it was one of those spars that had kindled the fire of competition in them so long ago.

"The hell are you two grandpas talking about!? Hurry up and get up the mountain!"

A group of youngsters sprinted past the old experts, one of them stopping to yell at the pair. He was the grandson of Piao Hu, still ambitious (or overeager) and determined to prove himself.

The two men laughed and exchanged looks.

"Shall we?"

"Bring it on."

Suddenly, with a gust of wind, both old men overtook the group of teenagers in an instant, leaving all of them flabbergasted.

Word count: 225
Media: Ten Sectors (Original)