How Not to Open Doors

JP with Choi, Sung and Eun-Ji

Halliwell Manor - San Francisco, CA

Yeong incredulously lolled between the new comer as Eun-Ji. It seemed like a family reunion, which left Choi Yeong out. As far as he knew, he had no living relatives. He was raised in the monastery after both parents had been killed.

He was told his father and mother were intelligence officers in the South Korean army. Apparently, they were killed in North Korea, where they mutilated the bodies then cremated them. All that Yeong has of them is ashes.

He stood there, waiting for the reunion to be over, breathing to keep himself calm, wondering if he were going to be introduced.

“Actually,” admitted Yeong, “I can break in the door from about four meters.”

Eun-Ji did not seem completely convinced, her mother could have manipulated events to ensure he would be there and at the very least he would naturally make sure things went well without instructions. On the other hand, she had never known Master Sung to lie by commission or omission in all her years. She had no choice but to take him at his word upon rising back up.

She hadn’t looked for an alarm, nor had she even considered the possibility that this abandoned manor had one; or a functional one if it used to. She used misdirection instead of answering. She was bailed out by Choi speaking up.

“Master Sung, this is Choi Yeong. Choi, …. Master Sung.” She hastily made introductions. Then Eun-Ji gave the space over to Choi and moved back to the front steps. “By all means, please open the door.” She directed it at him and gave Master Sung that polite look of, see … everything is under control, no need to stick around.

Choi bowed to Master Sung, then turned his attention to the door. Concentrating on the motions of dahnmudo, With one forceful flat-handed punch toward the door, a force was generated at the centermost point. Splinters blew inward from the force, leaving a gaping hole through which they could traverse.

Yeong glanced at Ein-Ji with a grin. She had caught him with her chaos. Now, he got to show her his.