<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/ShinMinAvi.png)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Shin Min-hee (pronounced Sin Mihn Hee)<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Earth<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Paper Boat Festival<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Participants<br/><br/>Shin Min-hee ignored the banter among the other contestants.  She felt no need to insult the others and took no offense at the slight against her clothing.  Seonjo practitioners tested themselves against the elements and true masters could walk naked in a blizzard with little ill effects to their body.  To wrap yourself in layers of cloth separated you from nature, from the kiss of splashing rain, the warm breath of summer winds and the burning sting of winter’s nails.  A wudang master was one with the world not separate from it.  That and long skirts were difficult to kick in and frustratingly binding at the most inopportune times.<br/><br/>While the others flung words at one another Min-hee closed her eyes and let the vibration of the stone disk fill her.  She was earth and let her connection to the element flow into her.  She could sense the nervous excitement of the contestants in the subtle vibrations of the stone, the gentle listing of the disk as groups of contestants began to form.  A simple step right or left was like the ringing of a bell to Min-hee giving away position and intent.<br/><br/>Talk faded away and a dull hum settled deep into the disk.  The battle had begun.  A shift to the left and the pull of gravity on her shoulders and the small of her back gave away the sudden rush of competitors towards her.  It wasn’t unexpected.  She was an unknown. Those masters of Pai-Sun would stick together against outsiders like her.<br/><br/>Min-hee flowed with the disk, her languid movements deceptively effective.  Tiger strikes the moon slide off her shoulder his momentum taking him well beyond the new center of gravity and into the water below. Another scattered to the winds from barely imperceptible movements and spiraled along behind his fellow.  The beggar, Hui An, rolled low unlike her fellow masters, but The Crane That Flies Through Heaven stepped lightly onto An’s back and pushed herself gracefully into the air sending An into the drink too.<br/><br/>Min-hee floated gently to the stone disk now tipping precariously away from her with the dismissal of three difference masters, her silken mini hanbok fluttered around her toned thighs flashing a glimpse of silken delights immodest by traditional standards.  When her toes touched the stone she opened her eyes to the display of fighting prowess and supple flesh that surrounded her zone of calm.<br/>