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THE CLEARING WAS CLOAKED IN EERIE SILENCE, broken only by the crunch of boots on dry leaves as Kwon Jae-sun faced Yoon Do-jin. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting sharp shadows that painted the scene like a macabre stage. Kwon rolled his shoulders, his trademark smirk curling at the corners of his mouth as his eyes locked with Yoon's.
"So," Kwon began, his voice carrying a casual edge, "back to this again, huh? You sure you want to lose twice?"
Yoon chuckled darkly, his stance firm and precise—a reflection of Sensei Kim Da-Eun's relentless training. "Maybe I just wanted my badge back." His gaze flicked briefly to the Geum Baeji pinned proudly to Kwon's chest. "It suits you. Almost makes you look respectable."
Kwon's fingers brushed the badge as if brushing off invisible dust. "Thanks. I wear it better than you ever did."
Yoon smirked, unbothered. "I'm glad to see your responses are still so predictable."
Kwon raised a brow, his smirk sharpening. "Funny, I was about to say the same about you. Da-Eun's perfect little puppet. What is it this time? An axe kick followed by a textbook sidekick? You've gotten boring, Do-jin."
Yoon's expression darkened, though a hint of amusement lingered in his eyes. "And you're still Kreese's wild card. Too reckless for your own good."
"Reckless works," Kwon said, his tone low and deliberate. "It's why you'll lose... again."
Without warning, Yoon launched forward, his movements swift and calculated. His roundhouse kick came at Kwon like a whip, but Kwon sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a low sweep that Yoon jumped over.
The fight began in earnest, their bodies a blur of motion and impact. Yoon's strikes were fierce, every move executed with precision as if following a manual. Kwon, on the other hand, moved like a storm—unpredictable, his attacks fluid and sharp.
"Still copying Sensei Kim, I see," Kwon taunted, ducking under a high kick before landing an elbow strike to Yoon's ribs.
"She's effective," Yoon replied, catching Kwon's wrist and twisting it in a lock. "Something you could learn if you'd follow the rules."
Kwon twisted out of the hold, using the momentum to spin and land a backfist against Yoon's jaw. "Rules are for people who can't think for themselves."
Yoon's lip curled, but he didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he retaliated with a spinning back kick that connected with Kwon's midsection, sending him staggering back.
