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Kim Da-Eun didn't plan to leave alive.
She knew who her grandfather was. Cunning, sadistic, brutal. No mercy, even to family. If she started a battle with him, then one way or another, the world would have one less Kim in it.
But it was worth it to her. While she used to respect Chinharabeoji, she now realized that he has been nothing more than a plague on their dojo. He had no honor. He cared more about winning a tournament than having respect for his own dead student. And then he asked her to do something she'd never have forgiven herself for.
She couldn't just sit there and take it. Ironically, that would be against what he'd taught her.
So she let herself get into a fight with him. She was ready to lay down her life for her principles, and for her students.
But then…she didn't.
She'd hit Chinharabeoji with his own move, and left him dead under her feet. She beat him.
She won.
When it happened, she'd stumbled in shock. She'd seen him fight in his prime. He was one of the greatest karate masters in South Korea.
He could've easily killed her.
But she'd killed him instead.
She staggered her way to her feet, breath hitched (yet present). She wiped the sweat off of her brow and just stood their for a moment, allowing herself to process the borrowed time she'd just acquired.
Her thoughts were racing, but one of them dominated all others — a fact she never thought could be true, but was now indisputable:
Da-Eun was the last Kim standing.