"As long as you don't use them to cook...." Shuyin muttered as he desceneded from his jump.

But as Shuyin touched the ground, his knees seemed to buckle, toppling him forward. With a small gasp he slammed the blade of his sword into the ground to stop himself from falling.

"I guess being dead for a thousand years has made me a bit..... rusty." He whispered quietly to himself.