"Third Uncle dodged that thrust of mine, the one I'd poured all my strength and humiliation into, with ease."
"I'd put too much force into it and stumbled forward. Before I could steady myself, Uncle Wen, who'd been standing silently to the side, moved."
"With a single move, he caught my wrist and took my dagger."
"That made me even angrier. I was shaking all over."
"Uncle Wen started taunting me. He said, 'If you can stab at me ten times with the same force you just used, we'll leave you alone. Do whatever the hell you want!'"
"Then he handed me the dagger. I took it and stabbed at him."
"But on that second thrust, my whole body was weak. Still, I stabbed at him six times in a row."
"I felt like I was about to cry."
"Each thrust was weaker than the last, but the sixth one actually hit him."
"It was more of a slash, really. That knife was sharp. Just that one slash made Uncle Wen's arm bleed."
"Once the anger passed, I was terrified. I was so weak I couldn't even hold the dagger, and it fell to the floor."
"I collapsed onto the floor. I hadn't even killed anyone, and I was already that scared."
"Third Uncle came over. He didn't scold me or mock me again."
"He reached out and patted my head."
"'I understand that you want revenge. But this way of going about it is fucking stupid.'"
"'Your Uncle Wen is a taekwondo black belt. He's hardly ever stopped training.'"
"'Except in emergencies, he never uses force.'"
"He pointed at his head."
"He said, 'When something happens, this is what he usually relies on.'"
"He said, 'Do you want to learn? If you do, come with me.'"
"Then he turned