"How can someone’s name be Dayeoreum?"

The woman with the strange name withdrew her fists from the stone wall, now each clutching a sword. When she had punched the wall, she had bare hands, but now both fists held weapons.

At the same time, the man who had embedded the twin swords into the wall calmly raised his arms parallel to the ground. The woman, with a flourish of movement, twirled the swords gracefully before slotting them neatly into the scabbards at the man’s waist.

Their eyes met, sharing a moment as if they understood each other perfectly. The woman …