43.A Moment of Rest

As the day's training came to an end, a gentle breeze swept through the courtyard. The disciples, exhausted from their rigorous practice, gradually dispersed, leaving the pavilion grounds in peaceful silence.

Do-Hyun and So-Yeon sat quietly beneath the pavilion's roof, watching the sun dip below the horizon.

"Today's training was intense," So-Yeon remarked. "You're always so good at blocking my attacks—it makes me want to push my inner energy even further."

"You're already fast and strong," Do-Hyun replied with a smirk. "If anything, the fact that you keep dodging my strikes means that my technique still has room for improvement."

So-Yeon chuckled. "I wonder when I'll be able to fully counter your attacks. Every time you wield that sword, the fire and lightning feel overwhelming."

Do-Hyun took a sip of his tea before responding. "It's just a matter of learning to channel your energy in the right way. If you understand the flow of mana like you do with inner energy, you'll be able to react just as well."

So-Yeon fell into thought. "It's strange, really. The way you fight—it's not like traditional martial arts. Your magic isn't just an external force; you wield it like an extension of your own body."

"That's because it's not separate from my swordsmanship," Do-Hyun explained. "I don't rely on magic—it's simply another layer of my techniques."

At that moment, Mi-Ryeong appeared, a tired yet satisfied look on her face.

"I see you two are still talking about training," she said with an amused sigh. "You could go on forever."

So-Yeon smiled. "Well, today's session was particularly tough. But what about you? Are you done with all your tasks?"

Mi-Ryeong nodded as she sat beside them. "Yes, though running this place is becoming more demanding. There's hardly any time for training."

So-Yeon sighed. "That's true. But I suppose that's part of the job."

Do-Hyun, sensing the relaxed atmosphere, spoke up.

"Sometimes, taking a break is just as important as training. We push ourselves every day, but moments like this… they remind us why we fight in the first place."

As the three of them sat in comfortable silence, the fading sunlight bathed Black Cloud Pavilion in a golden glow.

For now, they allowed themselves this moment of peace—knowing full well that the storm was yet to come.

*******

The Visit of Han Ui-Myeong, Han So-Yeon's Father

The gate of Black Cloud Pavilion creaked open as a large carriage rolled to a stop before it. The disciples, who had been training moments ago, instinctively turned their attention toward the unexpected arrival. Stepping down from the carriage was none other than Han Ui-Myeong, the father of Han So-Yeon.

At the sight of the distinguished elder, a wave of tension spread across the training ground. The trainees stood still, their gazes lowered in reverence. They all knew who this man was—one of the most powerful figures in Kangho.

Lee Do-Hyun calmly stepped forward and offered a respectful bow.

"Elder, thank you for gracing us with your presence."

Han Ui-Myeong observed Do-Hyun for a moment, his sharp gaze piercing through him like a blade. Do-Hyun could feel the weight of the elder's presence, a silent but undeniable pressure that commanded authority.

"Lee Do-Hyun, Master of Black Cloud Pavilion."** His deep voice carried across the courtyard.** "I have heard much about your leadership here."

"It is an honor to receive such words from you," Do-Hyun responded politely. However, he had already sensed the true reason behind the elder's visit. His instincts told him that this was not a simple courtesy call.

And soon, his suspicions were confirmed.

"My daughter, So-Yeon, has spoken highly of the training she has received under your guidance," Han Ui-Myeong continued. "I have come to see if you are truly deserving of that praise."

Then, without hesitation, he made his declaration.

"You will engage in a duel with So-Yeon to prove your worth."

Do-Hyun's eyes slightly widened.

"…A duel? With So-Yeon?"

Han Ui-Myeong nodded solemnly. "That is correct."

His next words, however, left an even greater shock in the air.

"Only a man stronger than my daughter is worthy of becoming my son-in-law."

Do-Hyun felt his breath hitch for a fraction of a second.

"Son-in-law?"

The weight of those words struck him harder than any blade could. Marriage? Was that really what this was about? His face flushed slightly, an unusual reaction from someone usually so composed.

Across from him, Han So-Yeon looked equally stunned.

"Father, this is too sudden!" She protested, taking a step forward. "You're saying you'll decide my future based on a single duel?"

Han Ui-Myeong's expression remained stern and resolute.

"In Kangho, strength determines all," he declared. "If Do-Hyun cannot surpass you, then he is unworthy. I will not entrust my daughter to someone who is weak. That is both the law of my ancestors and the law of martial arts."

So-Yeon let out a sharp sigh, conflicted beyond words. She had grown close to Do-Hyun as a comrade, but to have their duel framed as a test for marriage? The very thought made her mind whirl with confusion.

Do-Hyun, after a brief moment of contemplation, spoke calmly.

"…I will accept."

So-Yeon's head snapped toward him in shock.

"Do-Hyun…?!"

Her voice held a mix of disbelief and frustration. "You're really going to go along with this?"

Do-Hyun met her gaze, his expression unwavering. "If this is what it takes to prove myself, then I have no reason to refuse."

Han Ui-Myeong nodded in satisfaction. "Then it is settled. Tomorrow, the duel will take place."

So-Yeon hesitated, her emotions warring within her.

'Why does it feel like this is not just about proving strength?'

Her father's real intentions remained unclear, but one thing was certain—this duel would change everything.