I Am Not the Clan Heir

Sohyeon stepped into the ring with a rusted tablet in her sleeve and poison in her sword sheath. Everyone thought she wanted rank. She wanted the name of the dead back from the man who took it. Her body had already passed the hard part of power training, so every fight after that was about people, lies, and the way her old home looked at a woman with a blade. She kept winning with clean strikes and careful breath, but her hands still tightened when her mother would not meet her eyes. The worst part was how tempting the fast path felt. One wrong breath, one sharp rush of inner power, and the pain would stop for a moment. The man who ruined her family knew that feeling well. Sohyeon had to dec...