Leaving the Heuk-cheon Library, I went straight to the Heuk-cheon Gak. My father watched me in silence from his throne, then beckoned me closer.
I crossed the vast hall in measured strides, first five steps, then three, halting just before the dais. His eyes raked over me, searching for some clue, some hint of the martial art I had chosen. He was undoubtedly curious, but as I hadn't used the Pungsin Sabo, my movements betrayed nothing.
"What
10