Sword, Master?

Yang Dao was oblivious to the surprise he had caused to the people outside. His sword was clashing with the puppet's weapons and it has been a full ten minutes. The puppets had all surrounded him and were attacking almost simultaneously.

The boy did not stop parrying and after the last puppet joined the gang did he reveal a sly smile on his face. The people on the outside were able to take a glance at his facial expressions and they all thought, "Why does he seem to be happy?" 

Suddenly, they realized why he was happy. Yang Dao muttered, "Four elemental swords, first style, Blade dance in spring." 

Spring was a season of elemental harmony and was the most balanced season, thus it was placed as the first style. Yang Dao unsheathed his sword and then began his counter. The blade was as if cherry blossom leaves dancing through the void. The sword in his hand was dancing and stabbing at the joints of the puppets.