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Author's Notes: I'm so sad to say it, but this epilogue is going to be my second last entry in this story (the last one is going to be an extra special one :), but I truly have loved and appreciated having all of your supports so much. Your comments truly make my day :)

“How was that for a test of my dojo’s strength?” questioned Terry, taking a successful sip of sparkling champagne.

He was currently seated at a local restaurant which could only be of the highest grade if he wanted to impress his guest. 

“Not terrible, though personally, I see much room for improvement, especially in your subtlety skills,” answered a woman seated across from him, her black braid lying elegantly against her right shoulder.

Terry quite enjoyed her appearance’s display of simultaneous wealth and power.

Very similar to my choice of clothing, actually.

“Which is exactly why I called you here,” laughed Terry, properly. 

The woman nodded thoughtfully as she leaned back in her chair. Terry may have only met her a few times, but he could already tell that she preferred to be shown skill rather than merely told it existed within an individual.

Which is understandable, given the modern day attitudes of most teenagers today.

“So, what do you say?” pushed Terry, curiously cocking his head to the side.

She didn’t respond, her mind still running over the possible outcomes that may occur if she joined her old ally’s so-called dojo.

“I will accept, under one condition,” replied the woman, firmly.

“Anything you wish,” reassured Terry, throwing his arms out in excitement.

Nothing is too high a price to pay for a good teacher.

“I will personally get to train each student, with any means I deem necessary,” added the woman, plainly.

Terry smiled, already liking the sound of the ideas his colleague may come up with.

“Done,” responded Terry, lifting his glass high in a toast.

“Then, I shall join you,” replied the woman, clinking her glass against his before exiting the restaurant, her long black dress flowing just above the ground as she left.

Kim Da-Eun, we are going to do great things together…