"Mokhwa Baek," the tall woman introduced herself, extending a hand toward Gyeoul. It was a simple gesture, meant for a light handshake.

"I... I’m Han Gyeoul..."

Gyeoul’s hand trembled as it met Mokhwa’s. To Mokhwa, Gyeoul’s small hand felt as delicate as a baby’s.
Letting out a weak laugh, Mokhwa turned to her master for clarification.

"Master, are we really doing this?"

"No, not for real. Just go easy on her."

"Ah..."

That made sense.
The idea of seriously sparring with a child was absurd to begin with.

"Don’t worry too much. I’ll make sure you don’t get …