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Chapter 4 - Test

(YN) turned the shower off and stood silently as the water dripped from her body. She gave a stretch, working on her sore muscles. The hot water did wonders and she felt rejuvenated. She dried off and looked at the clothes that were readied for her. Now (YN) wouldn't consider herself very stylish. She usually preferred comfort above all else. However even she could see that these clothes were a mess.

She decided not to wear the underwear, something about that just seemed wrong. The man had left her a long tweed skirt that was kind of itchy. The white dress shirt was a few sizes too large, but (YN) figured she didn't have the luxury of complaining. I guess this is as good as anything. Before leaving, she grabbed the jacket that she had left on the shelf. The silky blue fabric felt nice on her skin, and even though it was dirty it made her feel more comfortable.

As she opened the door to the bathroom, steam billowed out. The man was waiting for her like he said he would. "Okay," he said, his features turning more serious, "let's talk."

They sat across from each other at large coffee table. The man lifted up a bottle of Soju. He poured one drink for himself and one for (YN). He went to hand her the glass but stopped short asking, "Wait, how old are you?"

(YN) took the glass from his hand and responded, "Does it really matter?" She raised her glass and said, "Geonbae (cheers)! " and they both took a drink.

"So," (YN) said as she set her glass down, "Can you at least tell me your name? Mine's (YN)."

The man smiled and replied, "That's a pretty name. My name is Gun."

"Its nice to meet you Gun, and thank you for your help."

Gun leaned back on the couch, nursing his Soju. "I only helped you out for one reason. I saw some potential in you. I have an eye for fighters, and I like to ... collect them. It's been a while since I've seen a woman fight as well as you. No offense." (YN) shrugged her shoulders in a, none taken, kind of way. "Maybe it's that you remind me of someone. Or maybe I've gone soft, but I'd like to train you."

(YN) was taken aback. She never viewed herself as a fighter. She just did what she had to in order to not be looked down on or taken advantage of. She thought about it while sipping her Soju. She knew she was a lightweight, but it had felt like forever since she had had a good drink. Her face became a little flushed. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, Gun, so don't get me wrong. But I don't really understand what it is that you see in me. I haven't trained since I was young."

In the blink of an eye, Gun pounced on (YN). She threw her drink aside and barely managed to block a punch. The glass smashed on the floor. (YN) jumped up to put some distance between the two. In her bare feet, she nearly missed stepping on the broken glass. She crouched down and picked some up. As Gun came forward again, she threw the glass at him. It's a move she had done before but she forgot that he was wearing his sunglasses.

They traded some more blows, and (YN) became visibly tired, her previous injuries were inhibiting her. She did her best to keep up although it looked as though Gun was not tiring. After a while he stopped and laughed, "Not too shabby. I think you'll do well."

(YN) was panting, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She chuckled though, betraying herself. Gun sat back down and beckoned her to do the same.

He took off his sunglasses revealing his cold dead looking eyes, and a gnarly scar between them. A shiver went down (YN)'s spine. "Here's my offer."