Author Note- Hello, letting you guys know in advance I'm going to be out for three months because I need to focus on my last class so I'm giving you the three chapters I was going to release in those months early enjoy. Apologize for grammar mistakes.
Mei POV
The almost theft over her family's sword and the crazy chase around the city trying to get it back and becoming the new successor for her family's swords and finally standing up to her ancestor. As she swore that she would become stronger in order to be able to fight alongside MK in protecting the city from danger as well as having his back.
Mei rode hard through the city zooming through the street in a green flash, phone mounted to her handlebars, the map pulsing faintly with the final pin. The address itself had been difficult to confirm intentionally so. Every lead she followed shifted, rerouted, doubled back on itself.
Someone didn't want to be found.
She slowed when she reached the outskirts of the residential district and closer to the dock.
The house was... unexpected.
Modest. Set back from the road. Warm light glowed faintly behind curtained windows. It didn't look like the dwelling of someone whispered about in martial circles. It looked lived in and just like any other house in the block, no cool looking or ominous looking ornaments.
Mei dismounted, helmet tucked under her arm, heart hammering. She climbed the steps and paused at the door.
' Don't chicken out, Mei you got this, whatever it takes'
She knocked..... No answer.
She knocked again a little louder, still no answer.
She gave a frustrated grunt and frowned, then circled the house,trying to find a window or something that had a person nearby to get their attention . It led her around back to a wide, reinforced door partially hidden beneath the main structure.
Her breath caught as she reached for the door knob.
The door slid open with a soft creak.
"Hello?" she called, stepping inside.
It was a dojo.
The training hall occupied the entire lower level of the home. Stone floors worn smooth by years of movement. Support beams etched faintly with old protective runes. The walls were lined with weapons swords, staves, spears, blades of unfamiliar origin weapons that she has never seen before.
All of them were maintained.
All of them were used.
"These aren't for show..." Mei murmured as she walked around the edge of the training mat in the center of the room looking at the weapons on the walls and scrolls that are tucked away in the book shelves of the far corner of the room where a meditation section was at.
Training dummies stood along one wall, patched and repaired countless times. Each bore the marks of deliberate strikes not wild destruction, but correction. Discipline.
She swallowed and stepped farther in.
"Hello?" she tried again. "Um....my name's Mei. It was... really hard to find you. You move around a lot."
Silence answered her as she gazed around trying to see if there was anyone present.
Mei hesitated, then knelt before the center mat of the training hall.
She removed the silk-wrapped sword from her back with reverent care and placed it before her on the stone floor. Kneeling straight, she bowed deeply.
"Please," she said softly, eyes squeezed shut. "Teach me how to be stronger."
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