The Female Gamer Chapter 10, a manhwa/korean comics/만화 fanfic

The thing is, I know self-defense. I've been taught how to create an opening by hitting the places that hurt so I can make a quick escape. I'm not just talking about the obvious things, like kicking someone in the groin.

Fun fact, this hurts girls as well. A lot, if you do it hard enough, though of course it hurts in a completely different way. Girls also have the annoying vulnerability of breasts, because getting those punched hurts like a bitch.

But I know more than obvious self-defense. I know how to get out of people's grasp by dislocating and, or breaking fingers, know how to elbow ribs in a way that knocks all the wind out of them, how to best attack the weak spots like the knees, throat, nose, and in the worst case scenario, the eyes.

Not that I often have to protect myself. The opposite, I've felt the need to physically defend myself maybe a handful of times in my entire life, and only once was the situation so dangerous that I was forced to break fingers.

I felt sick for days afterwards, no matter how much I knew that the scumbag deserved it. I don't like violence. In real life at least. Yes, I hit Sun-il, but he's the only one I do that to, and even before I learned about his power, I knew that my hits didn't really hurt him.

However, while I don't like violence, I do know how to use it in order to protect myself.

Thanks to Sun-il.

Sun-il doesn't fight like I do, of course. I'm a scrapper with a firm handle on the basics. He's a martial artist. Emphasis on artist. The difference in our level of skill is like the difference between a passable cook and a master chef.

Sun-il has never taught me an official style. He's taught me the correct way to punch and kick, how to dodge and catch a blow, how to recover from a fall, basic things like that. It wasn't anything structured. Not because he didn't want to teach me, but because before yesterday I wasn't interested in learning anything more.

Before yesterday, I was confident that I could get out of any situation requiring me to fight relatively unharmed. Why was I so confident?

Above all else, Sun-il taught me to be ruthless when protecting myself.

That's the thing about Sun-il, you'd never guess it just by looking at him, or even by talking to him, but he is absolutely brutal when he fights. He doesn't just go for an opponent's weak spots, he uses their own body against them with intimidating efficiency, and is utterly relentless until they're put down.

Watching Sun-il fight is as terrifying as it is beautiful. And that was before I learned about his power.

He tests me about once a month to ensure that my skills don't go rusty, but it can't be called sparring. Or rather, it can't be called sparring on his part. No matter what I do, he's never in real danger from me. I'm physically incapable of truly harming Sun-il even by accident, and it's my absolute certainty in this that allows me to go full out against him.

Except my ability has caused a sliver of doubt. So when his grandfather orders us to spar, I attack with a hesitancy that makes Sun-il let out a mocking scoff.

"Really? You can do better than this," he says while effortlessly dodge the punch aimed at his throat. "I taught you better than this," he finishes while avoiding the follow up kick to his stomach with a casual spin that turns into a roundhouse kick to my back. Hard enough to make me lose my footing and fall forward with a yelp, but thank to my improved stats, I catch my balance before I hit the floor.

"I don't want to hurt you, asshole," I snap, annoyed at his nonchalance. This is serious.

The asshole snorts. Clearly he finds this to be hilarious. Both my newfound hesitance and the notion that I could actually hurt him.

"Remember yesterday?" he asks while blocking another punch by catching my arm, before he tightens his grip, spins on his heel, bends forward and heaves.

I'm thrown over his shoulder so smoothly that I don't even have time to scream before I end up flat on my back.

| -3 HP

"You know, when I punched through solid stone with my bare hands?" the asshole continues while leaning over me with a sunny smile. "I distinctly recall telling you that your pathetic strikes don't hurt me. At all."

I aim a punch at his kneecap. Sun-il dodges by lifting his leg and captures my wrist by stepping down on it. Firmly, but not painfully.

"I lost three hp from being thrown over your shoulder," I inform him while attempting to yank my wrist from underneath his foot, because his grandfather instructed me to say when and how much health I lose. "And hitting you for being an asshole is one thing, spars are another. My power's made me a lot stronger," I finish with a dirty look when I fail to get my wrist free.

Yes, I realize that I'm nowhere near his level, but I've still improved greatly. So while I'm about ninety-nine percent certain that I'm still incapable of harming Sun-il even by accident, the one percent whispering that I could be wrong makes it impossible to give my all.

Sun-il gives a patronizing smile. That's like a kitten became a cat and now worries about being able to hurt a lion. Which is an awful comparison to make, because it just proves my entire point. If a cat claws at a lion's eyes, the lion isn't going to walk away unharmed. The odds of the cat pulling it off might be incredibly small, but they're still there.

I tell him this with another dirty look, before I try to grab the ankle of the foot standing down my wrist with my free hand. The plan is to dig my nails into his tendons so that the pressure on my wrist will let up.

My plan fails when Sun-il captures that hand by stepping down on it with his other foot. Now he's standing on both my wrists, and somehow he makes it painless. There's enough pressure that I can't free my hands, but it doesn't hurt in the slightest.

This is new. By which I mean his blatant display of magic, because even with my Gamer's Body, having Sun-il stand on my wrists with his full weight should make me feel some form of discomfort at the very least.

I suppose I should've realized that sparring with him is going to be different from now on.

"You're not taking this serious enough," Sun-il accuses in a light voice, but while he's still smiling, his eyes are hard.

"Excuse me for not wanting to hurt you," I retort, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. Maybe fire an Energy Bolt at his back? Though I can only do it from one hand, given the palm down position my other is trapped in. The asshole is annoyingly good at multitasking like that.

He's taken out one of my hands to point out a weakness in the skill, but let me keep the other because he wants me to shoot him with it. However, while I'm almost completely certain that he can not only dodge it, but that it won't really harm him even if it does hit, almost means that I don't want to risk it.

Sun-il smile fades, and he lets out a sigh that says he really doesn't want to do whatever it is that he's going to do next.

The pressure on my wrists increases to the point of slight pain.

| -1 HP

"Lost one health, lost one health, lost one health," I rattle off before stopping. It's unnecessary to continue, seeing as my health is dropping at a steady rate.

| -1 HP

I know Sun-il won't move unless I make him. So I twist my body in a way I couldn't have done before this morning and kick his knee as hard as I can.

| A skill has been created through a special action!

What? Why– not the time.

| -1 HP

Sun-il doesn't react to my kick in any way, just keeps looking down on me. Both literally and figuratively.

You aren't strong enough to make me move. Right now you're completely helpless, and all I had to do was step down your wrists.

You're weak.

Asshole.

"Power Kick." Sun-il's brow rises slightly at my new skill, but he gives no other sign that he even noticed the hit.

Sparring is going to be very different from now on.

| -1 HP

I let out a harsh breath. He's right, I need to fight as though this is a real life or death situation. I understand that, I really do. And yet...

| -1 HP

"Jee-han, if I ever believe Sun-il to be in danger from your attacks, I will intervene." His grandfather's calm statement makes me let out another harsh breath. It's reassuring to hear, no doubt about that, but I'm still only ninety-nine and a half percent certain that I won't be able to accidentally harm Sun-il.

| -1 HP

Unless I actually go all out and see with my own eyes that I can't hurt him, I'm never going to get that number back to a hundred.

| -1 HP

Alright. I can do this.

"Energy Bolt, Power Kick." This time I aim my kick at the asshole's junk.

Sun-il dodges the blast to his back by leaning forward and slaps my foot away like it's no more annoying than a fly.

I take note of the fact that the aim of my kick was astonishingly accurate. Yes, my agility has improved greatly, but my mobility is also greatly limited by my current position.

Does auto-targeting extend to physical skills?

"Better. Not good, but better," the asshole insults with a smile while lightening the pressure on my wrists until I stop losing health, though of course he doesn't lighten it enough to be able to free my hands.

Time for a different tactic.

"Fool's Act." Given my position, I'm not so much jerked around as I seem to be having an attack.

I'm in luck, Sun-il freezes, and while the pressure on my wrists increases to the point of losing six hp, I also finally manage to free my hands. Which has the added effect of making him fall backwards like a plank.

"Six," I say while scrambling to my feet, before worry rises to the point of becoming muted as I see that the returning Energy Bolt is about to hit Sun-il and I give a too late mental command to change its course– it scorches the floor, missing Sun-il who is now in the process of lunging through the air at me.

I dodge to the side more on instinct than anything else, have a fleeting thought that wonders how he managed to pull this off, realize that the answer is magic as he flies past me, before I no longer have time to do anything but feel my eyes widen with alarm as one of his hands grasp my arm.

Sun-il gracefully spins his body around in mid-air. While keeping hold of my arm.

Once again, I don't have time to scream before I'm yanked off my feet and thrown flat on my back.

| -5 HP

The asshole lands like he's a damn cat.

"Still not good. Not even passable, actually. But better," he actually has the nerve to say as I get back to my feet.

"Five and screw you," I snap, making Sun-il grin, before he launches himself at me in the exact same move as before.

This time I dodge to the side while raising a hand, and I manage to snatch a fistful of his hair before he can grasp my arm.

I yank.

| A skill has been created through a special action!

You have got to be kidding– Sun-il, without ever touching the ground, arches his body through the air like gravity is optional and twists his head in a way that forces me to release my grip on his hair. He lands behind me before I can turn around, somehow sweeps me off my feet, and as I start falling forward with a yelp, one of his hands grasps my arm.

He twists my arm so that my palm is pushed flat on my back and places a knee low down my spine while his remaining hand tangles through my hair.

I hit the floor face first.

| -5 HP

"Five, Power Strike," I say while blinding throwing my free fist in his general direction with a desire to punch the wrist of the hand holding my head captive.

I actually hit his wrist full on without clipping my own head.

| Critical hit!

Sun-il rewards me by letting go of my hair. Except it turns out the asshole does it so he can capture my other hand. Now both my palms are pressed against my back, eliminating the option of using Energy Bolt.

However, my punch confirmed that auto-targeting works on physical skills as well. So.

"Power Kick" I say with the intent to hit Sun-il's lower ribs, and discover that the combination of my auto-targeting and improved agility and means that I'm flexible enough to pull it off. Awesome.

Sun-il rewards me by getting off my back with a forwards roll, and because he's annoyingly good at multitasking, he also uses his newfound momentum to aim a kick at my head. One I almost don't see coming.

I barely manage to roll out of the way in time. Then I have to continue rolling across the floor as Sun-il uses his hands to reverse his momentum and springs back to my position feet first. If I hadn't moved, he would've landed on my stomach.

Naturally, the asshole continues flipping towards me like he's a damn gymnast instead of a martial artist, at a speed that forces me to keep up my momentum to prevent his hands or feet from stomping down my stomach or spine.

I feel like a barrel rolling down the street.

| A skill has been created through a special action!

This is getting ridiculous. Helpful, but also ridiculous.

"Dodge Roll," I say with a desire to roll forward instead of to the side as I'm in the process of doing. My body changes momentum in a literal instant, getting me out of the way of Sun-il's flips.

While rolling to my feet with astonishing grace, I blindly shoot an Energy Bolt behind me with the intention to hit Sun-il's chest and spin around just in time to see him dodge it in a move that also obliterates the slight distance I'd gained. I barely manage to raise my arms in time to catch his punch.

| -10 HP

That brutal asshole. This is the most health I've lost in one hit, and thus, it's the most painful hit I've yet to endure. And he aimed it at one of my breasts. Not at my heart or ribs, at my breast.

Oh, it's on.

"Ten, Energy Bolt," I fire at his chest at an almost point blank range. Sun-il dodges with a graceful spin that brings him right beside me, and I take the opportunity to slam my elbow into his ribs.

| A skill has been created through a special action!

Really ridiculous.

My hit makes Sun-il falter, offering an opening I have no intention of wasting.

"Power Strike," I aim at his throat, and say "Power Kick," with the intention to hit his knee when he catches my hand and starts turning around.

Unfortunately, my kick isn't enough to prevent me from being thrown over his shoulder. Again.

| -3 HP

"Three, Energy Bolt," I fire at his head. While leaning back to dodge it, he kicks at my own head. I use an arm to block while getting back to my feet.

| -2 HP

"Two," I say while he turns his partial descent into a fully fledged backflip to avoid the return of one of the bolts I shot earlier. As it scorches the floor, he launches himself back towards me.

"Dodge Roll." While rolling away, I see from the corner of my eyes that Sun-il places a hand down the floor and seamless corrects his course mid-lunge towards my new position. Still halfway through my magical tumble, I perform a blind Power Kick with the intention to hit whatever part of him is closest.

I miss, though I can't see how because of my position.

Just as I finish rolling to my feet, Sun-il lands right in front of me. I immediately try to knee his groin, am blocked in a move I can't see because of our proximity, and have my arms captured in an unyielding grip.

"Sun-il!" I scream with muted horror as I see that a returning bolt is about to hit his head–

It hits him. And Sun-il doesn't react in the slightest. When the slight smoke clears, I see that he doesn't have a single scratch on him.

He's giving me a gentle look. "Jee-han, you're not going to hurt me."

Just like that, my certainty that I'm incapable of harming him even by accident is back to one hundred. So I try to bite his throat. Sun-il grins as he avoids my snapping teeth by leaning back, but his hold on my arms remains unyielding.

"Energy Bolt," I shoot point blank from one hand, and as he lets go of that arm to spin out of the way with magical speed, I shoot another from my other hand. Sun-il rewards me by letting go of that arm as well, giving me the opportunity to Dodge Roll away as he slaps that bolt to the floor.

I have forty-two mp left and one Energy Bolt in the air. I mentally command it to circle overhead as near as it can while firing another at Sun-il's head when he moves to close the distance between us. Him dodging it buys me enough time to bring up my hand before he reaches me, and I claw at his eyes while commanding the second bolt to circle overhead as well. Sun-il tilts his head to catch my nails on his cheek in a familiar move.

What isn't familiar is that I don't leave scratches behind when my nails rake across his skin.

| A skill has been created through a special action!

No longer surprising, still ridiculous.

Sun-il grasps my arm so he can throw me over his shoulder yet again, but there's no way in hell I'm going to let that happen.

"Energy Bolt," I shoot point blank at his head, and Sun-il rewards me by letting go of my arm while leaning out of the way. "Dodge Roll," I say with the intention to roll away backwards, taking the opportunity to put some distance between us.

Twenty-seven mp and three bolts in the air.

Still in the middle of tumbling away, I fire an Energy Bolt with the intention to hit his chest, before I finish rolling to my feet.

Sun-il is kind enough to stand still while he blocks the blast with his arms. It's meant to give me the opportunity to widen the distance between us, but instead I Dodge Roll back towards him with a mental command for my bolts to hit his chest or head, whichever is closest, before I use the momentum of my roll to sweep my legs at his ankles in a move I hope will inspire a familiar reaction.

It does, Sun-il hops over them.

"Power Kick," I say partway through rolling to my feet and hit his stomach with magical aim and flexibility.

| Critical hit!

His lack of footing means that Sun-il gets thrown into the air, just in time for my bolts to hit him. Which has the added effect of obscuring him in smoke. Completely obscuring him, in fact.

There's a lot more smoke that I was expecting.

I'm already running away, backwards because I can't afford to take my eyes off the slowly fading smoke. Except somehow, no matter that I don't see anything move, a hand grasps my arm from behind me.

I'm thrown flat on my back. Of course I am.

| -3 HP

Sun-il leans over me with a true smile.

"Passable. Not good, but passable," the asshole says like it's a real compliment. Which I suppose it is, given his ridiculously high standards when it comes to fighting. Standards that are apparently even more ridiculous when magic is factored in.

I punch the asshole's leg the way I'd do outside of a spar, which is why Sun-il doesn't dodge. He chuckles.

"Giving up already?" he mocks playfully.

"I'm out of mana," I reply, though I know that he won't consider this a valid reason to stop. He'll consider it good practice to do without.

"Well, you do need to learn what to do when you can't use your skills."

Called it.

"So, ready for round two?" he at least has the decency to ask instead of just starting it without warning.

"Not yet, I need to figure something out first," I say in a tone that means I'm serious about this, and heave myself into a sitting position.

"Figure out what?" Sun-il asks while sitting down next to me.

"My skills," I reply with a frown. Now that I can afford to think about things other than defending myself, this is really bothering me.

I tried out a lot of moves in my effort to get more skills, including fighting moves, yet I didn't get any skill aside from Power Strike. So why did I get them now? Because I was fighting against a real opponent? Well, kind of real opponent. Sun-il never got a health bar.

Except this theory, while it could have merit, doesn't explain all my new skills. More specifically, it doesn't explain Rip. I tore at the Demon Slime as well, so why didn't I get the skill then?

"What about your skills?" Sun-il prompts in a tone that invites me to rant. I gladly take him up on his offer.

"It doesn't make sense! I've gotten five new ones, five, and while I can understand four of them, one is just– why didn't I get it when fighting the Demon Slime?" I demand to the world at large, ignoring Sun-il's amusement. "What's the difference between then and now? Is it because I leveled my stat– I'm such an idiot," I exclaim as realization strikes, because the answer is so obvious that I can't understand how I missed this.

I have leveled up.

"You really are," the asshole assures me and I punch his arm on habit.

Thinking about it, it's kind of odd that I don't need to level up in order to improve my stats. Oh, the points are useful, but they aren't exactly necessary. So in a game where stats can be improved through training, what reason is there to level?

To unlock more skills.

"Just out of curiosity, why have you finally realized this as well?" Sun-il continues with a grin.

"I leveled up," I explain. Sun-il raises a brow that means you've forgotten, again, that people can't read your mind. Which is ironic coming from him, seeing as he often does read my mind.

"I can improve my stats through training, so what's the point of leveling? To unlock more skills," I elaborate. Sun-il blinks as he processes this, before he lets out a soft sound of comprehension.

"Makes sense," he agrees with my reasoning.

"I confess, I am having trouble understanding this conversation." His grandfather's words startles me into snapping my gaze towards him. I'd almost forgotten that he's here as well.

"In a videogame, you usually get stronger by increasing your overall level. That's not the case here, we've already determined that Jee-han can do that through training. So it stands to reason that there must be another advantage to leveling up. Because of her new skills, she's deduced that leveling up unlocks more of them," Sun-il explains to his technologically challenged grandfather.

His grandfather lets out a pensive hum. "You said you have gained five new skills? What are their descriptions?"

I obligingly call up my skill screen and read out their descriptions. I also mention that my auto-targeting extends to physical skills, for the simple reason that it has to be said out loud. It's just that useful.

"No, really? I hadn't noticed," Sun-il mocks.

"It's alright, you can't help being unobservant," I comfort.

Sun-il snorts with laughter. That's not only incorrect, it's so hypocritical that I can do nothing but laugh at you.

I reply with sure, you keep telling yourself that.

"Your automatic targeting is indeed one of your greatest advantages," his grandfather interrupts our banter, and I have to grin at the way he actually spells it out to automatic targeting. "However, its weakness is that it requires you to use skills that cost energy," he points out something that I've already realized for myself.

I have a potential solution for that.

"I'm thinking of investing my points in wisdom." While having a large amount of mana is important, mana regeneration is even more so. Right now I recover one percent per minute, which means it's useless in a fight.

Fights are fast, they only last a few minutes at most. However, if I invest all my points into wisdom, that rate should increase to the point where it becomes useful in a fight. Well, hopefully it will reach that point, at least.

On the other hand, if I put all my points in wisdom, it'll reach twenty, and after that a stat gets a lot more difficult to train. Not that I currently have a way to train wisdom, but given that I only just got my power, it isn't unreasonable to assume that I just haven't found a way to raise it yet. Same for luck, though that's a far less important stat. Yes, critical hits are useful, but it would be stupid to rely on them.

"Not a bad idea for a moron," Sun-il says with such mock pride at my "unexpected" cleverness. I punch his arm.

"If you were to increase the rate with which your energy recovers, we would be able to train your skills faster," his grandfather says, a strong suggestion for me to do just that.

I already realized this as well, but I'm still not sure if it's best to increase my wisdom now or try to figure out a way to increase it naturally first.

...Except my spar with Sun-il has shown just how outclassed I am. Clearly, leveling my skills as fast as possible is the way to go.

"Status menu," I open, and waste no more time in putting all my points in wisdom.

Oh. Oh, wow.

This isn't like increasing my intelligence, not in the slightest. I can actually feel my mind sharpen. As evidenced by a series of rapid realizations I have.

The first, I should've done this from the beginning, I really should have.

The second, I should never invest in luck for the simple reason that it'll increase my luck.

Luck can be good. It can also be bad.

Yeah, I'm touching that one unless I find a way to be absolutely certain that it'll only affect good luck.

The third, my increased intelligence does, in fact, have an effect besides increasing my mana pool. It improves my memory. I now recall things more easily, and looking back, the improvement is linked to the rise in my intelligence.

The fourth, all my senses have increased in strength. I didn't notice because it happened pretty gradually, relatively speaking, but now I realize that my eyesight is sharper than it was this morning, that my hearing is better, scents are stronger, and sensations are more intense. Thinking back to lunch makes it clear that things taste more intense as well.

The fifth, if my own senses have grown stronger by raising... huh, it's related to strength, not vitality. How unexpected. Anyway, if my own senses have improved like this, it means that those of Sun-il and his family have to be even better.

They have to be a lot better. As superhuman as their strength, in fact. Which also explains the comment Sae-young made about my heartbeat.

And finally, my power is even more amazing than I thought it was.

"You alright?" Sun-il asks, not worried, just curious. Logical, given the expressions I now realize I was wearing.

"I'm more than alright. Also, you'll never be able to call me a moron again," I answer with a huge grin. Seriously, my power just keeps getting better and better.

"I highly doubt that," he returns in a tone that means some further explanation would be nice.

"It's difficult to put into words, but raising wisdom makes me smarter. It's so much easier to understand things, to see how it's all connected," I explain, but feel that the words fall wholly short of explaining just how great the effect is. So I give an example. "Like your super senses."

"My super senses?" Sun-il counters with a bemused smile that means it can be so entertaining to try to figure out how your weird brain works.

I go through the effort of spelling out my thoughts. "Raising strength makes my own grow stronger, so that means your own and those of your family are even better. And because Sae-young made a comment about my heartbeat, I think it's safe to conclude that they're superhuman." Spelling it out like this makes me realize something else. "Wait, if you guys have super hearing, how are you keeping my ability a secret?"

Because while we're inside a barrier right now, we weren't always. When we weren't, we were in an open garden. Yes, it's a private one, but that just means that people outside of Sun-il' family have to be invited in. His family, however, can come and go as they please.

So given that his family has super senses, and given that we've been talking about my power out in the open, isn't there a good chance that someone overheard?

Sun-il blinks with surprise. Huh. Did not see that one coming.

"We have a technique that allows us to contain sound to a small radius around us. This is how we have prevented our conversation from being overheard," his grandfather explains.

They can soundproof things? That's so cool! Also unexpected, because until now I got the impression that their ability was only about enhancing their bodies. Apparently there's more to it than that.

"Now, I believe we have taken a break for long enough. Let us resume your training," his grandfather finishes, because you can always count on him to get things back on track.

He throws something at me that he was hiding behind his back. It turns out to be an energy bar.

Sun-il gives a sunny smile. "Ready to get your ass kicked again?"

"I'm not going to make it easy for you," I warn. While I know that I can't beat him, I do have my pride.

"You will not be facing Sun-il," his grandfather declares with a gentle cheer that makes Sun-il and me snap our heads towards him.

No way.

Sun-il is starting to gain an expression of horror.

Yes way.

"Grandfather, that's not necessary, it really isn't. I can teach her–" Sun-il shuts up as his grandfather raises a brow, and while in some way his grandfather's expression is gentle, it's mostly firm.

It makes Sun-il turn uneasy, conflicted, reluctant, and eventually, resigned.

Just like that, I understand what this is about.

Sun-il is going too easy on me. I lost less than a fifth of my health in our spar.

The reason he's going too easy on me is because I'm practically made out of glass to him. I've always known that physically speaking I'm pretty delicate when compared to him of course, but when adding in his magic, the gap becomes ridiculously huge. Even when adding in my own newfound power. The fact that I wasn't aware of the sheer difference until now, doesn't mean that it wasn't present.

In other words, while I've always assumed that Sun-il considers me to be delicate, physically speaking, it turns out that I've greatly underestimated just how fragile I am compared to him.

Sun-il is my best friend. He doesn't want to hurt me. Oh, sure, he "hurts" me when sparring, but that's because punishing failure with pain provides an excellent motivation to improve. However, no matter how intense our spar, I never walk away with anything more than some light bruises at the absolute worst.

Just like I walked away from this spar with most of my health intact.

Sun-il's mindset towards me can't be changed in one day. Not after having it for years.

I still haven't fully adjusted to him having magic yet, either.

The sadist that is his grandfather, on the other hand, will have no trouble in forcing me to go beyond my limits.

Sun-il looks at me with sincere compassion. I'm so sorry for what you're about to be put through.

The sadist smiles with amusement.

I unwrap the energy bar and start recovering my health.

I'm going to need it for what comes next.

AN: Action scenes are a bitch to write, they really are. Hope the pacing was decent, at least.

Also, canon has revealed Sun-il's grandfather's age! And I'm kind of proud of how close I came to the numbers X3 According to canon, his grandfather's real age is 156, but publicly speaking, he's 72. I retconned my own fic to use these numbers, because, well, it's only a very minor adjustment.

As always, hope you enjoyed!