A day after the failed attempt, somewhere in Japan...
Sajangnim's POV :
"You're telling me. That more then twenty men. My men. Were after her and her friends. And they all got away."
"Yes sir" one man answered "by the time we had gotten to the homes, the girls were gone"
"Seven were found dead correct ?"
"Yes sir"
"Was it taken care of ?"
"Clean up teams were on sight moments after sir"
"You lead the operation correct ?"
"Yes sir"
"Then you know what to do" I look at the katana placed on the table.
"I do not deserve such a glorious death sir"
Weak. I take the blade and slowly plant it through his heart.
"Get this mess cleaned up" my butler nods "I need to call my wife" I leave the room and dial the number.
The plan will go just fine...
No one's POV :
"Again!" Sana screamed. Another man entered the ring and attacked Sana.
It was 10:19 AM and Sana had already KO'd 6 opponents. Her nose was bleeding, and her jaw was bruised. Her knuckles were sore and so was her rib cage.
It had been 3 days since they've arrived. 3 days that Jihyo and Nayeon have stopped talking to her and it was eating her alive.
To remain sane Sana had established a routine.
7:00AM waking up, bathing, getting dressed
7:30AM running on a treadmill
8:00AM hitting the gym
9:00AM fighting
12:00AM eating
2:00PM knife training
3:00PM fire arm training
6:00PM running on a treadmill
7:00PM planning how to kill her father while downing half a bottle of Japanese whisky
9:00PM bathing and going to bed
It was working. Sana was succeeding at containing her anger, releasing it during her fights... but how long could this unhealthy technique last...
Inside the observation room...
"She is impressive" a man spoke.
The masked woman and him had been watching Sana for the past 3 days. Studying her.
"She is the best fighter of her clan"
"Do you think it's genetic ?"
"What ?" She didn't understand what he meant.
"The incredible fighting skills, do you think it's a genetic trait of the Minatozaki?" what a stupid question that was.
"I think that when you are raised only knowing one thing, violence, you become an expert at it"
They didn't know it, but a third party was listening to them.
"That could not have been the only thing she was taught"
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The savior Saida
FanfictionDahyun lives a perfectly normal life as a Korean trainee. She is in a group called One in a million. One day, one of her band members gets mugged and robbed. To thank them, the girl decides to invite them to her band's upcoming party. Dahyun can't...
