2: Fighter

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       The ride to Seoul was pretty boring, and Eun-Seung spent most of it with her head on the back of her seat, splitting her dull attention three ways: quarter-listening to her music, quarter-listening to her mother, and a half of it to her thoughts. Much of it was occupied remembering the dates and locations of the fights, as they often changed. Of course, they were always changed in the same places, but still.

       Before she knew it, her mother was parking and opening up the door, greeting her brother with open arms. In a slight daze, Eun-Seung herself got out of the car, recieved and gave compliments, and was heading into the house with the two adults.

       "...Eun-Seung and Moon-Young will be sharing a room. We don't have a free room though, so you'll need to crash on the couch, sis."

       Eun-Seung's mother shrugged, still grinning. "No prob, brother. When does Moon-Young get back, again? It'd be nice to see her."

       He perked up with pride, practically glowing. "Ah, yes! Moon-Young is probably training right now! It's always gym and school and gym and school and–”

       Bang!

       The door was kicked open, revealing a certain redhead with a broad grin and bright eyes, hair popping out of her high bun. "Eun-Seung! Auntie! About time you guys came!"

       Her father flushed while Eun-Seung blinked in surprise; just a moment before wearing a grin like her cousin's. Moon-Young launched herself at her, trapping her in a tight embrace, and they started slapping each other's backs good naturedly. "Moon-Young! About time you showed up!"

       She laughed, pulling away. "Hey, when you got a scheduel like mine, this is as early as it gets!"

       "Ah," Eun-Seung shook her head with a dramatic sigh. "the pains of growing up, am I right?"

       "You're telling me! It's always gym and home and friends and gym and home and gym and school and did I mention gym?"

       "That's my daughter!" Her father beamed, trying to cover up his fault from before. "Always training nonstop! Now let's get you both settled, and we can chat afterwards..."

~|•|~

       "So what's this I hear about you going to Gura High?" Moon-Young asked with discontented curiosity, mouth stuffed with chips.

       Eun-Seung sighed, ruffled. "Oh." Her voice was flat. "You heard already?"

       "Damn right I did," she swallowed. "You should apply for Wild's! No doubt they would take you in, with all the trophies and medals you have."

       Eun-Seung shook her head. "No, they wouldn't. I stopped competing two years ago. Besides, all my awards? From before age thirteen. No one liked me experimenting and branching out from boxing and taekwando, and I couldn't get into any MMA style tournaments at the time."

       "Exactly. You know what type of school Wild's is? MMA. You'd fit right in! Gura High lacks the acceptance of mixing different fighting styles, but that's kinda what Wild's is all about! In any case, even if you don't wanna focus on fighting, it still is a school. It is a choice to focus on studies instead."

       Eun-Seung hesitated, then plastered on a grin, relaxing her uncomfortable features as she leaned back on the side of the bed. "Do you get paid or something to advertise your school?"

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