I was kicked out.
Suddenly, I found myself barefoot, staring blankly at the teahouse I had just been thrown out of.
ââ¦What the hellâ¦?â
Did he really kick me out? It was absurd.
Bang! Bang!
âElder? Elder! Open the door! You said youâd teach me!â
I pounded on the door with all my strength, but there was no response from inside. A clear rejection.
And to top it offâ
Bzzzzâ! BOOMâ!
âGuh!?â
A vibration surged through the air, followed by a direct impact to my body.
I was lifted off the ground and sent flying a considerable distance.
Barely managing to land on my feet, I rolled my eyes in disbelief.
ââ¦Son of a bitch.â
A surge of heat flared in my chest.
They said theyâd teach me, and now this? What kind of nonsense was this?
âYouâre not opening? Then Iâll just break my way in.â
I clenched my fists, pouring my emotions into them.
I tightened the force in my heart.
I was about to use Cheonma Divine Art once again.
Butâ
âHuh?â
As power coursed through me, a scoff escaped my lips.
The force of friction, the sensation of wrapping my will around itâeverything felt the same.
Exceptâ
âWell, would you look at that?â
The quality of the spellâs threads had changed. It was more refined. More intricate.
The force that wove my martial arts together had become significantly stronger.
Was it because the spellâs loops had increased?
Or was it something I had learned from that damn turtle?
Either way, it didnât matter.
âWith a stronger binding forceâ¦â
The amount of energy slipping away had been reduced.