One Hell of a Night

JP mdman and red_sword7

Next Morning.

Choi rested well that evening, awaking fresh and alert. He performed a quick exercise routine to get the blood flowing and then meditated. Thankfully, there were no visions this time.

He flipped on the TV in the guest room, listening to local news. He hopped into the shower to clean up.

After drying off, Choi listened to the news while brushing his teeth. His surprise came at the news of a mass suicide that was discovered yesterday in San Francisco. Yeong dropped the brush and intently listened to the story, seeing what he saw last night in his vision. Quickly he got dressed and searched for Master Sung.

Looking out off the balcony of the condo Sung sipped his tea watching the sun come up it was one of the things he liked in life the peace of the sunrise. There seems always to be a quiet moment just as the sun rises. Sung was in that moment in thought. Sung had already finished his meditations and workouts He did hear Choi get up but just left him on his own this morning. Sung was already dressed and ready to go.

Seeing Choi in the living room. Sung looked back out at the sky. "When you are ready he can leave. Did you need something?" said Sung appearing unamotional.
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Today at 2:11 PM
Choi thought for a moment. He doubted if nunchucks would do much against what they would face. Yesterday attested to that.

“Yes, Master Sung,” Yeong admitted, “I could not bring blades with me from Korea. I could use two. One waist sword and a bonguk geom. For jedok geom; my style of sword play. One for slashing. The other for stabbing.”
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Today at 5:53 PM
"I am not your master, Mr Sung, or even Sung in the US is ok," replied Sung. Turning around Sung walked back into the Condo. "The organization did not give you anything?" asked Sung "What are you trained in and what type of training have you gotten?" further questioning Choi.

“I do not recognize you as my personal master,” Choi confessed, “but I honor you as a master. You deserve honor in that regard.”

have plenty,” Yeong admitted, “at home. I didn’t believe it was safe to bring on a flight from South Korea. So, all I brought was my nunchucks.”

Choi grinned. “As far as training, I am trained in the dahnmudo, taekwondo, the jedok geom, the dangpa, and the hyeopdo. Most of the weapons are too bulky to carry on the streets of San Francisco. But the two swords of Jedok geom can be more concealed and carried next to my body. Perhaps you know where I can purchase them?”

Sung shook his head in disappointment. "Thank you for the master part. I imagine you are right. I know a shop we can go to in the meantime I can lone you something," replied Sung walking into a room he came out with a sword in a lather shoulder case.

"This is a Jian Sword," Sung said handing it to him. "An old one, if you lose this break it. You will wish you were dead when I am done with you." Sung warned. His tone was harsh and stern his eyes said everything they looked like Sung was looking at a dead man. "Now let's get going I don't want to get there first if passable," remarked Sung picking up his fob and walking towards the door.

Yeong looked at the intricate detail of the sword. He hurriedly strapped it to his back. He reached up and over his head to get the memory of where the handle was. It felt natural in his hands.

Hurrying after Sung, Choi called out, “Thank you, Master Sung! Yes, we must get there first.”

The drive was not too long. The drive itself was uneventful there other than a few bad drivers or pedestrians that were not paying attention to where they were going. Pulling into the Apothecary parking lot it was small the building was old and mixed in with other buildings. the area was not the best. That made Sung wonder what could be behind the seans. seeing the A Van "Look, the Mystery Machine." remarked Sung as he parked his SUV. "they got here first, not a good start." commented Sung getting out of the SUV
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Choi grinned as he got out of the Suburban. He strapped the sword on his back once again, since he had to remove it in the vehicle to be comfortable.

“Let the competition begin,” he said with a smirk