Chapter 72: At The Tip Of Destinys Branch (4) (2/2)

Her cheek started to turn red.

“Wasn’t it hard? Didn’t you drink just as much as I did?”

“I was looking out for both of us, so I didn’t get too drunk.”

“Why?”

“Because you were getting drunk out of your mind. One of us had to stay somewhat sane.”

She gave me a light smile. “Thanks for yesterday.”

She lowered her head so that I couldn’t see her eyes. However, it seemed like she was crying.

“After my mom died… this is the first time that I’ve cried.”

“...You feel better right?”

She gave nodded slightly.

“You asked me why I hate the mengju, right?”

“You said you hated him because the person you hate loves the mengju…could it be?”

“Yes. My master loves the mengju.”

“So that’s how it was….”

You old wretch. I felt disgusted when I heard that that old wretch actually liked me.

I felt once again that fate was playing a trick on us; how Byuk Lee Dan’s life was intertwined with my previous one.

She then asked me with a scared and worrisome expression, “What should I do when I meet my master?”

“You should ask for an apology. A proper apology.”

“Will that help?”

I nodded. “It will.”

A single word can make a mountain of difference.

“Will he really apologize?”

“We’ll know after we meet him.”

The reason that she needed this apology was to cure her of her nightmares.

But I will also investigate this on my own; I’ll find out whether or not he should be punished by me. If he had any ill intent towards her, I’ll kill him after she receives his apology. If he didn’t, then he’ll eventually rot away with the pa.s.sage of time.

“I’ll find a good time for us to go and meet him. Will that be alright?”

She nodded.

“Then there’s something that we have to do before that.”

“What?”

“Follow me.”

We left the restaurant and went around to the back of the mountain. After making sure that no one else was around, I took out my sword.

“What do you want?”

“Let’s spar.”

“What?” She looked at me with a surprised expression. “Do you want to beat me up again?”

“Hahaha….”

“This is no joking matter!”

“Sorry. Really, I’m sorry for that day.”

She finally revealed her playfulness. The barrier between us finally crumbled, and I was finally able to see her true self.

“Why do want to spar with me?”

“So that you can fully master that technique.”

She finally understood my intention.

“Wait!”

“You have to beat him with the skills that he taught you.”

“That’s impossible!”

“No, it’s possible!”

“How?”

“Did you forget? The weakness in that martial art. You can use it against him.”

“Ah!”

Seeing that her master wasn’t going to give her a sincere apology, this was the best option that I’d thought of for her.

To get out of it completely, she needed to overcome him. In other words, she needed to beat him up personally. That was the only way that she could escape from her master.

“The words that I’m about to say may hurt, but you need to listen to them.”

She nervously nodded.

“After you finish beating him up, forget the martial art that he taught you.”

“What?”

She was surprised to hear me say something so ridiculous.

“How can it be a good martial art if there are flaws?”

“But...!”

“You’re going to say that ‘you’ve learned it for five years’, and ask ‘how am I going to forget it?’, right? Just forget it! The Song Clan probably paid a large sum of money for you to learn that martial art.”

This was one way to earn money for a decent school. Usually famed master from different schools would rear many disciples. Later they could call upon their disciples to earn some money.

“That martial art isn’t Ho Yeon Sae’s personal technique, right?”

She nodded.

“That martial art is worthless. Where did they get such a worthless martial art to teach you? If you want to remain in the backwaters of San Dong, you can keep learning it.”

But of course, this was my standard. If my father or Song Wu Kyung saw it, they’d believe that it was a decent martial art, since it wasn’t all that bad.

However, since I’m getting involved in this, I wanted her to start fresh.

Song Hwa Rin’s face darkened. She didn’t want to forget her memories of the past. After a minute, she finally opened her mouth. “Whenever I think about my master, I get sad and angry. Yes, I want to forget it. But if I do forget it… the last five years will have been for nothing.”

“If you can’t forget it, then this will go on for the next five years, then ten… for your entire life.”

The truth hurt, like a sword piercing her heart.

“Fine. Let’s say I forget it. Then what?”

“Are you certain? Will you really forget it?”

“Yes, I will.”

She had finally started trusting me. Thus, I need to return her trust.

“If you truly forget it, think about it as if you’re starting fresh—learning something new. I’ll teach you something better than that worthless piece of s.h.i.+t.”

There are few martial arts that I know of that can be very beneficial for women, and are definitely better than the one that she’s practicing right now.

Of course, she still hadn’t made her decision yet. This was obviously because she didn’t believe that my martial art would be better than the one her master had taught her.

“Rin-ah.”

“Yeah.”

There was no need to drag this on. I simply said two words.

“Trust me.”

After a few moments, she nodded her head. “Alright, I’ll trust you.”

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