Yu-jun saw the weapon, and his eyes widened. Compared to his own sword, which he had spent quite a few moon coins on, thanks to the success his mother's business was achieving, it looked like a scrap of metal compared to his.
[Are you sure about this?], the book in his head asked, almost drowsy with amusement.
"What do you mean?"
[This fight is a waste of time. That greenhorn isn't worth your salt.]
Wooyun couldn't have agreed more with that statement, but unfortunately, his wants and needs weren't top priority right now. Even if he wanted to walk away, something told him Yu-jun wouldn't let him go so easily. He was a persistent little roach who seemed to rise no matter how many times he tried to squash him. What a pain.
Yu-jun rushed forward, blade gleaming, footwork sharp and full of confidence. He'd trained and had improved tremendously.
He'd even been praised by his teacher many times, so there was no way Seo-yoon, a failure could beat him now.
