As Lee Yun Yeol wipes a glistening bead of sweat from his brow you start to forget what you are watching. His face is contorted in utmost concentration and his fingers do the talking. It’s almost infeasible how fast he can move his hands in precise rhythmic coordination like that of a surgeon. Around him are hundreds, perhaps thousands of people with thunder sticks, poster boards, and outfits designed specifically for him. Multi colored lights are swiveled around the stage in patterns to excite, and you start to think you are at a rock concert. You notice Joon’s lips turn into a wry smile which can only mean one thing in any language. Joon has defeated his opponent and the crowd is now erupting into a deafening roar. Joon waves to them graciously and at that moment you lose yourself.