Spice Slaves

"Why do you want to know?" Harina was a bit irritated, taking a bottle of water. "It's not like you're interested in martial arts."

Zhihao maintained his smile. "Oh, but you are mistaken," he said, stepping into the corner of the open room while looking around the garden. "I had studied internal martial arts a few days ago. To see such a technique makes me intrigued. It is certain to be external martial arts, right?"

Harina chugged the drink until she opened her voice, "So that's why you were able to avoid their attack that time?"

Without turning his head toward her, he savored himself with a gentle wind blow that brushed his hair. "Internal is more defensive, we have been taught to avoid violence," he answered. "But sometimes we have to fight back to save what we have."

He turned his head, looking at Harina. "I think internal alone is not enough. We have to make a balance between the two aspects of it."