I lost myself in the familiar forms of the Bi-geom, practicing them again and again. It was a martial art I had honed for a lifetime, yet executing its techniques with this rejuvenated body felt entirely new. This, I supposed, was why they said the path of martial arts was endless.
Alongside the Bi-geom, I practiced the Gi-bang Sul my father had taught me. I worked to harmonize the volatile surge of internal and external energy that had flooded
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