Seven Masters Fell. The Inn Boy Returned.

The Masters from Fifteen Years Ahead Are Fighting in His Head

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Fifteen years after the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult conquers the martial world, seven grandmasters spend their lives on one final return—not for any of themselves, but for Ryu Dan, the neutral inn worker they all trust. Back in his twenty-year-old body, Ryu must awaken their argumentative future echoes, change their younger living selves, and build the alliance their factions failed to become.

Chapter 1. The Last Guest Returned

Return Inn was already burning.

Every time a rafter gave way, sparks surged into the night sky. In fifteen years, countless banners had changed hands, but the signboard that had belonged to no sect even at the end still hung from the eaves, half-charred.

Ryu Dan stood beneath it. Blood would not stop flowing from the spear wound in his left side, and his right knee had long since gone numb. His body was moments from death, yet his hands still wanted to wipe down a table out of habit.

Each of the inn’s seven guest rooms held one of the strongest—and least compatible—guests under heaven.

“We’re out of time.”

Baek Mugyeol, Sword Saint of the Azure Peak Sect, pressed his palm to the star carved into the floor. Blood and ash had stained his white robes a dark, rusty red. “Inn boy. When you return, come to Azure Peak first. We need to settle the chain of command.”

From the room opposite his, Poison Sovereign Tang Soryeong gave a derisive snort.

“If you want to lose all over again, do exactly that. The moment you arrive, gag that man.”

“Your poison stalled the western front for three days.”

“And your orders made sure there was no western front three days later.”

Even on the verge of death, guests remained guests.

Ryu bowed to them, the same bow he had given the last time he carried in their wine.

“Please both return to your rooms and be quiet. The other guests need to concentrate on dying.”

Someone laughed. A cough followed, and then the wet sound of blood.

The seven had chosen Ryu because they did not trust one another. It was not a particularly glorious reason. But Ryu had never switched their sealed letters, never asked a starving soldier which sect owned the ladle, and whenever he received two mutually exclusive orders, he had somehow turned them into food, shelter, roads, and a night’s sleep.

Seol Muyeon placed her hand on the last star.

“The Returning Formation sends only one person. Someone unmarked. Someone anchored to the same place in past and future.”

“That is the thirteenth time you’ve explained it.”

“It might be wrong the fourteenth.”

She did not smile.

Starlight linked the seven guest rooms. Light rose from the dantians of the seven masters. The light that burned human lives for fuel was astonishingly quiet.

Ryu looked beyond the collapsed counter to the place where Ma Yeongsun had always sat. She had died nine years ago with the inn’s ring of keys still clenched in her hand.

Could he prevent her death this time?

Before the thought had finished, the world folded inward.

Seven heartbeats sounded at once.

Then a brass washbasin fell.

Clang!

Ryu opened his eyes.

His twenty-year-old body rolled off the bed by reflex. There was no blood, no spear wound. His knee worked, and his palms bore only the calluses earned from years of inn work. Early morning showed beyond the window. The smells of burning firewood and thin rice porridge drifted in from outside, along with a chicken in the rear yard loudly accusing the world of wrongdoing.

The door flew open.

“You drop one washbasin and roll around like a dead man?”

Ma Yeongsun stood in the doorway.

Forty-three years old. Her back was straight, and her eyes found lies and unpaid tabs with equal speed. Most important of all, she stood on two sound legs.

Ryu drew a breath. His throat hurt.

“Ma.”

“What?”

“You’re alive.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“At this hour, that sounds a great deal like you’re after my property.”

Ryu almost started crying when he laughed. He hurriedly picked up the basin instead. His hands shook so badly he nearly dropped it twice more.

Then he heard a door open inside his head.

Return Inn stood there at night. Snow and ash mingled beyond its windows. Of the seven guest-room doors, the first stood wide open, and a blood-soaked Baek Mugyeol waited on the threshold.

*We’re late. The Black Tooth Gang must already be here.*

Ryu froze with the basin in his hands.

*So you survived.*

*I died.*

*Your voice sounds remarkably healthy for a dead man.*

Baek looked down at his hands. His fingertips were faint, but his expression was as severe as it had ever been in life.

*A spiritual afterimage? Seol Muyeon concealed another part of the explanation.*

A rough shout erupted from the inn’s front gate.

“Ma Yeongsun! You agreed to be out before sunrise!”

Cold gripped Ryu’s chest.

He remembered this day. The Black Tooth Gang had arrived with a forged lien and seized the storage yard. In the scuffle, a shelf had toppled. Ma Yeongsun had dodged a flying wine jar only to have her right knee crushed. She survived, but walked with a limp for the rest of her life.

Ryu ran into the front courtyard. Six men in black vests were coming through the gate. Oh Gak led them. In the failed future, that face had choked on poison at the threshold of the inn. Now he was thirty-one, his chin raised in practiced swagger, though the swelling around his left eye made him look as if someone had beaten him through the night.

Oh Gak unfolded a sheet of paper.

“Eighty taels in principal, forty in overdue interest. As of today, the storehouse and eastern yard belong to the Black Tooth Gang.”

Ma pushed past Ryu.

“I borrowed thirty and repaid twenty-four. Did someone stab the arithmetic in your ledger?”

“It has a seal, doesn’t it? Look at the seal.”

At a glance, the document looked genuine. It even carried the red stamp of a clerk at the magistrate’s office. The Ryu of this day had fallen silent before that stamp. He had possessed neither the power to prove it false nor the strength to buy time.

This time, he looked not at the paper but at Oh Gak’s hand: the calluses on his index and middle fingers, the thumb pressing against his scabbard, the heels lifted half an inch off the ground.

*That is the framework of Azure Peak’s outer-school Three Powers Sword. Stolen and learned abominably, but recognizable.*

Baek’s voice rang coldly through his mind.

Ryu pointed to the ledger.

“If you acquired the lien, you should also have the original creditor’s signature. Where is that page?”

Oh Gak’s eyes flicked to his right hip. Only for half a beat.

“Since when does an inn boy know the law?”

“I’ve spent twelve years dealing with customers who buy on credit. The law is easier.”

Laughter spread through the onlookers.

Oh Gak’s ears reddened. He was the sort of man who looked to a blade for any authority his words failed to win. Ryu remembered that, too.

At that moment, the shelf beneath the eaves began to tilt.

One of the younger gang members had kicked a support post while backing away. Brass dishes slid across the shelf. The heaviest wine jar tipped toward Ma Yeongsun’s knee.

Ryu moved before thought caught up with him.

He wedged a serving tray beneath the jar at an angle. Its weight crushed down against his arms. If he tried to catch it outright, his wrists would break. Instead he turned at the waist and flowed one step to the side, the same way he had saved falling soup bowls for twelve years. The wine jar rolled along the tray and shattered on an empty straw mat.

The smell of liquor burst through the courtyard.

Ma was unhurt.

That one fact weighed more than fifteen years of memory.

“My wine,” she said.

Ryu swallowed a ragged breath.

“Could you worry about the person first?”

“The person didn’t break. The wine jar did.”

She was alive. Unmistakably Ma Yeongsun.

Oh Gak drew his saber.

“This was all a trick to steal our ledger!”

*Take his head,* Baek said.

*He comes back to destroy the evidence. First cut, the wrist. Second, the carotid.*

Ryu looked away from Oh Gak’s throat.

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?” Oh Gak snarled.

“My guest. He keeps ordering the expensive options.”

Oh Gak charged.

Something unfamiliar pulsed inside Ryu: a core left behind when seven masters died. It contained an unfathomable understanding of the sword, but his twenty-year-old dantian did not hold a single thread of internal energy.

*Seven heartbeats. Any longer and your meridians will not endure it.*

The first heartbeat.

Heat shot from Ryu’s dantian to his fingertips. It was not a vast river, but a stream no thicker than a needle. The path it followed, however, was flawless.

Ryu struck the back of the saber with the edge of his tray. The opening path of Oh Gak’s Three Powers Sword shifted half an inch off course.

Second.

He kicked an empty bowl into the air. It struck the inside of Oh Gak’s elbow, loosening his grip.

Third.

Ryu dropped low and raised the tray vertically. A club wielded by the next man slammed into it. Rather than pushing back, Ryu let the impact slide sideways and fed it into a third attacker’s shin.

“What kind of inn boy—”

Fourth.

Oh Gak changed his stance at once. His sword art might have been stolen, but he was still a man who had survived real fights. The tip of his saber went for Ryu’s shoulder.

*Cut his left foot and finish it.*

Instead, Ryu yanked the cloth off a nearby table. Three teacups rose into the air. The saber point tangled in the cloth, and the cups struck Oh Gak and two of his men on the forehead, one after another.

Fifth.

The veins in Ryu’s right hand swelled. His fingertips went numb.

Sixth.

He slipped beneath Oh Gak’s arm and turned the tray upright. Its flat face smashed up into the man’s chin. Oh Gak lifted off his feet and crashed into the courtyard.

Seventh.

Ryu caught the falling saber on the top of his foot and flicked it up with the hilt turned skyward. He caught it in his left hand, then set the point not against Oh Gak’s throat but against his right hip.

He pierced the bundle of papers hidden inside the scabbard and dragged it free.

The original creditor’s ledger.

The heartbeat ended. So did the borrowed perfection.

Ryu’s right hand shook uncontrollably. He let the saber fall. Broken bowls and groaning Black Tooth men covered the courtyard. No one was dead.

After a silence, Baek spoke.

*Explain why you spared them.*

*Ledgers cannot read. People can.*

Ryu crouched in front of Oh Gak.

“Who made this?”

Oh Gak started to spit blood at him, then noticed Ma standing behind Ryu with an abacus in her hand. Somehow, she looked more frightening than a sword.

“Deputy Leader Jang. At the eastern warehouse.”

“What are you transporting?”

Oh Gak’s mouth snapped shut. Fear displaced the swagger on his face. Whoever stood above him frightened him more than his own gang did.

Ma snatched the ledger and flipped through it.

“It’s forged, all right. The paper came from the magistrate’s office, but the ink still smells fresh.”

“Keep it, Ma. They’ll come looking for it.”

“Do I need your permission to keep the ledger for my own inn?”

She tucked it inside her robe and surveyed the fallen men.

“One table, one wine jar, four bowls, three teacups. You each pay your own medical expenses. Ryu, throw them out.”

“We need Oh Gak’s testimony.”

“Can he pay a deposit?”

Caught off guard, Oh Gak shook his head.

“Then throw him out. This inn will go bankrupt if we start lodging penniless enemies.”

The Black Tooth men dragged their injured companions away. Ryu did not pursue them. On the first version of this day, he would have wanted to follow them straight to the eastern warehouse. But the moment the ledger entered Ma Yeongsun’s custody, he had already won the victory that mattered most.

Ma caught his trembling right hand.

“What is this?”

“Nerves.”

“When you’re nervous, you break dishes. You do not put six men on the ground.”

She pressed two fingers to his wrist. She knew nothing of medicine, but she had raised him for twelve years. She knew whether his pulse felt normal.

“No knives from today onward. Don’t carry a tray in your right hand, either. And tonight, you will tell me what you’re hiding.”

It was an order. Inside Return Inn, its owner’s orders carried more immediate force than those of a Sword Saint.

Ryu bowed his head without protest.

“Yes.”

He had no idea how to explain what had happened on that final night. Still, he had bought time. He had saved Ma’s knee, the inn, and the evidence.

Then came the sound of someone falling outside the gate.

Ryu turned.

A man in black clung to the threshold. It was Oh Gak, returned from the eastern warehouse after Ma had thrown him out. His face had gone blue-gray, and dark indigo foam seeped between his lips.

He held out one hand. An Azure Peak jade token was embedded in his palm.

“Warehouse... paper three times... bell once....”

Oh Gak collapsed into the courtyard.

Baek’s voice sounded low in Ryu’s mind.

*That token is mine.*

Ryu pressed his fingers to Oh Gak’s neck. The pulse was so faint it seemed ready to snap.

Fifteen years ago, Oh Gak had died on this very spot.

This time, he was still breathing.

Chapter 2. No One Owns the Poison

“Don’t bring him inside.”

Ma Yeongsun’s tone allowed no argument.

“We have to save him.”

“All the more reason not to put him in the dining room. Do you plan to serve breakfast beside a man covered in poison?”

Ryu Dan stopped with one arm hooked beneath Oh Gak’s shoulders. She was right. Contaminating the entire inn in the name of saving one person would not be benevolence. It would be a rampage.

“I’ll use the crock room behind the kitchen. We’ll move all the food to the front storehouse, and I’ll mark every cloth and bucket we use.”

“You’ll boil the floor clean yourself.”

“Yes.”

“And the treatment cost comes out of your wages.”

Oh Gak’s eyes cracked open.

“That... I’ll...”

Ma looked down at him.

“Have money, do you?”

Oh Gak closed his eyes again.

“The patient has stabilized,” Ryu said.

“He has enough strength to talk nonsense. Move him.”

No sunlight entered the crock room. Ryu opened the door and window, carried the jars outside, and scattered ash over the floor so that anything dripping from Oh Gak’s body would not spread. His right hand still trembled, the price of channeling Baek Mugyeol’s core for all seven heartbeats.

When he tore open Oh Gak’s black jacket, blue veins branched like a winter tree from the man’s chest to his throat. A tiny puncture marked his armpit. It was not a blade wound. Something had been injected there.

*Secure the jade token first,* Baek said.

Inside the night-shrouded Return Inn in Ryu’s mind, the dead Sword Saint paced before the counter with remarkable impatience for a dead man.

*That man died in the original course of events. Preserve the corpse and Azure Peak can trace the poison’s source.*

“Did you?”

*What?*

“You took his corpse that day. Did Azure Peak learn the poison’s name?”

Silence answered him.

Ryu remembered what had followed Oh Gak’s death. Azure Peak and the Tang Family had fought over his body for three days. Azure Peak refused to surrender what it called evidence. The Tang Family refused to offer a cure without an intact sample. While they argued, people collapsed in the market.

“So you didn’t.”

*The Tang Family concealed information.*

“And Azure Peak concealed the body.”

*That was a matter of jurisdiction.*

“It probably made little difference to the dead man.”

Baek’s expression hardened.

Ryu pried the token from Oh Gak’s hand. It was a blue-jade identification token issued to an inner disciple of Azure Peak. Future Baek claimed it was his, but Ryu still needed to establish who owned it in this time.

Ma came in carrying a small wooden box.

“I’ll take that.”

“It may be dangerous.”

“Which is why my lock is better than your pocket.”

She picked up the token with a cloth, placed it in the box, locked it, and attached the key to her belt.

“What now?”

Ryu had no answer. In the failed future, Oh Gak had died. He had never survived this poisoning. Baek did not know what the poison was. All Ryu knew for certain was that if they left the man like this, his breathing would stop within a few hours.

Oh Gak’s body suddenly arched like a bow. His teeth chattered, and his fingers curled into claws.

“I need cold water, clean cloth, salt, and a bamboo tube.”

“You’re not a physician.”

“Which is why I’ll do only what should keep him from dying.”

Ma studied him for a long moment. Since dawn, the twenty-year-old she had raised had spoken strange words and moved in stranger ways. But perhaps what she saw in the end was still the inn boy who always fetched water and rags before going near an injured guest.

“Don’t touch the well rope. I’ll draw the water. Use only what I give you.”

“Yes.”

Ryu rolled Oh Gak onto his side so the foam would not block his airway. He cooled the man’s throat and armpits with wet cloth and trickled tiny amounts of salted water through the bamboo tube. Whenever Oh Gak vomited, Ryu turned him sideways again.

He could not force the poison out with internal energy. Baek’s core would not open again before a full night’s rest, and attempting to wrench it open would injure his meridians.

*You’re ruining the evidence.*

“Living testimony is better.”

*There is no guarantee he’ll talk.*

“He certainly won’t if he’s dead.”

Oh Gak’s eyes flew open. His pupils had lost focus, but his hand found Ryu’s throat.

“You... called Deputy Leader Jang.”

“Until yesterday, I didn’t even know where the eastern warehouse was.”

Strictly speaking, Ryu had reconstructed its layout years later by studying the ruins in the failed future. He could not assume the current warehouse matched what he had found.

“Liar... two bells means... move it, three means burn....”

“You said three papers and one bell before.”

“A ledger... folded three times... one bell... west door....”

His words dissolved into a mumble. Ryu did not try to force them into a convenient meaning. Fever speech mixed truth with fear.

A drop of blue-black fluid seeped from the wound beneath Oh Gak’s arm. When it struck the ash, its edges turned pale green.

A lock boomed somewhere deep in Ryu’s mind.

Thud.

One of the six guest-room doors that had not yet opened.

Baek turned toward the sound.

*Who is it?*

The door remained closed. Oh Gak’s pulse weakened again.

Ryu pressed a clean cloth to the puncture. He had a choice. If he wanted to preserve the fluid uncontaminated, he needed to remove the cloth and catch the poison as it drained. That might allow more of it to spread through Oh Gak’s body.

He pressed down.

“The person comes before the evidence.”

*Inn boy!*

“I’m not taking your advice this time.”

It was not because Oh Gak belonged to the Black Tooth Gang. Nor was it solely some beautiful conviction that even enemies deserved saving. In the failed future, Oh Gak’s life had ended today. A man should not be denied fifteen years of life for the sins of a single day.

The second door opened.

The scent of medicinal herbs flooded the inner Return Inn. Beyond the door stood row upon row of shelves. Broken medicine bottles and blood-soaked bandages covered the floor. A gaunt woman sat amid the wreckage.

Tang Soryeong at thirty-six. Poison needles pinned her black hair in place, and she had rolled up the sleeves of her dark physician’s robe.

Without opening her eyes, she said, *Remove that cloth at once. If you seal the wound, the poison will flow backward toward his heart.*

Baek objected immediately.

*Let the fluid drain and you contaminate the sample.*

Tang opened her eyes.

*If you know anything about poison, I’ll eat my sword.*

*I was preserving the evidence on the corpse—*

*Which is how you got everyone killed.*

Their voices collided inside Ryu’s skull. He pressed two fingers to his temple.

“One at a time. This is an inn.”

Tang surveyed the inner Return Inn: the open first room, then Baek, already prepared to continue issuing orders after death. Understanding settled over her face.

*When I see Seol Muyeon, I’m pulling out her tongue first.*

*Get in line.*

“The patient is dying.”

Both echoes fell silent at once.

Tang examined Oh Gak’s body through Ryu’s eyes. Her memories surged into him: dozens of bodies stiffening along green veins, medicine cauldrons, failed prescriptions, a young hand driving poison into its own arm.

Ryu fixed his attention on the sound of Oh Gak’s breathing so those memories would not swallow him.

*Green Vein Poison. But you cannot seal the wound. You need to guide the flow toward the limbs, away from the heart. Press three points along the inside of his arm, in order.*

“Can I do it without internal energy?”

*Don’t press with force. Feel which way the pulse is running. When you carry several plates, you can tell which side is tilting, can’t you?*

“Yes.”

*It’s the same. You aren’t blocking the direction of the flow. You’re narrowing the path by which it can return.*

The explanation of a legendary poison art sounded remarkably like managing dirty dishwater. Ryu understood it at once.

He straightened Oh Gak’s arm and pressed his wrist, the inside of his elbow, and the point below his armpit in sequence. Ryu lacked the strength to perform perfect medicine, but he could understand where not to touch and how much force would be too much. Tang called the timing. Baek counted the breaths.

*Remove the cloth. Now.*

Ryu lifted it. A thin stream of blue-black blood escaped the wound. A porcelain plate appeared beneath it at precisely the right moment, extended by Ma from outside the room.

“If you break another of my dishes, I’ll charge you.”

“I won’t break it.”

“You said that yesterday.”

Three drops of poisoned blood collected on the plate. One look at the color, and Tang swallowed a curse.

*They mixed lime oil into the Green Vein Poison. It’s a binding agent that slows absorption. That method did not exist at this time.*

“When did it appear in the future?”

*Two years from now. As far as I knew.*

Baek said, *Then someone advanced the recipe.*

“Or Senior Tang never saw this sample in the original history.”

Tang glared at him.

*Questioning the memories of someone who just woke up?*

“You said you were a person-shaped memory. Memories can be wrong. People can be even more wrong.”

The corner of Tang’s mouth rose by the smallest degree.

*I like you.*

Baek looked as though he did not.

The emergency treatment continued until the sun stood high. Ryu cooled Oh Gak’s fever and kept his airway clear under Tang’s direction. Ma boiled the contaminated cloth and supplied clean water.

Around noon, the blue veins stopped spreading.

Oh Gak opened his eyes. This time, they focused.

“Why... did you save me?”

“Someone dying at the front door is bad luck for an inn.”

“That’s your reason?”

“We also need someone to pay for the treatment.”

From outside, Ma said, “Ten taels.”

Oh Gak turned paler than he had under the poison.

“Ten taels to save one man?”

“My kitchen was closed for half a day.”

“If I die again, do I get a discount?”

“Then I add funeral expenses.”

Oh Gak had found a reason to live.

Ryu gave him a little warm water.

“What happened at the eastern warehouse?”

Oh Gak closed his mouth. Ryu did not rush him. The Black Tooth Gang might be waiting outside, while inside were the people he would have to betray.

“Deputy Leader Jang knew you took the ledger this morning,” Oh Gak said at last. “He thought I stole the jade token. Truth is, I picked it up off some blue-robed man collapsed in the warehouse. I was going to return it, but then I thought it might be worth something....”

“Honesty paid you a very brief visit.”

“Those bastards stabbed me with a poison needle to shut me up. One bell is the signal to move the goods. The carts leave by the west door. I hid the ledger, folded three times, in a roof-beam crack.”

It was information that had never emerged from a dead man’s mouth.

“When will they move the goods?”

“After they confirm I’m dead.”

Ryu looked out the window. Once the Black Tooth Gang learned Oh Gak had survived, they would change their schedule. The exact sequence he remembered from the failed future ended here.

He found that terrifying—and strangely liberating. From now on, he would not be following memory. He would have to choose.

*Seal the residue from the wound separately,* Tang said. *Only the Tang Family can analyze it properly.*

Baek cut in at once. *The evidence came from a man carrying an Azure Peak token. It must be surrendered to us first.*

“Neither of you.”

Ryu placed another porcelain dish over the first and sealed the rim with wax. On one side of the sealing cord, he took Oh Gak’s thumbprint. On the other, Ma’s signature.

“For now, this belongs in the custody of Return Inn, where the patient is being treated. When someone with medical expertise arrives, they can receive a treatment sample. If a sect comes, they can witness the transfer.”

Ma accepted the sealed dish.

“Why does my inn keep accumulating troublesome objects?”

“Because if we put them anywhere else, people fight over them.”

“And if they fight here?”

“You can charge them for broken furniture.”

“That works.”

She placed the evidence in a separate box from the jade token and used a different key. No one had asked her to, but she was already thinking in two layers of custody.

As the sun dipped westward, hoofbeats stopped before the inn.

Martial artists in blue surrounded the gate. Their leader looked about twenty-four. Not even the dusty edge of his robe had fallen out of order. Ryu knew him. Nam Sogun, Azure Peak’s field examiner, who in the failed future had carried out his orders to the end and died without anyone remembering his name.

Nam displayed a blue seal.

“Azure Peak investigation detail. The resonance of a stolen inner-disciple token ended here.”

His gaze swept over the saber marks in the courtyard, Oh Gak lying in the shed, and Ryu’s trembling right hand.

“According to the Black Tooth Gang, an inn worker at Return Inn used Azure Peak sword techniques to subdue them.”

Baek sighed inside Ryu’s head.

*Nam Sogun. Once he sinks his teeth into something, he’ll drag it all the way up the mountain.*

Nam rested a hand on his sword hilt.

“Ryu Dan. You will have to accompany us on suspicion of stealing the token and Azure Peak martial arts.”

Ma stepped into the middle of the gate.

“No.”

Nam’s eyebrow moved.

“This is official business.”

“This is my inn, and that is my worker. If you want to arrest him for theft, show me the token he supposedly stole first.”

“We are telling you to surrender that token.”

“Write a receipt.”

Seven people holding swords faced one person holding an abacus.

For the first time, Ryu felt a little sorry for Nam Sogun.

Chapter 3. The Sword Saint Younger Than I Remember

Azure Peak’s investigation detail guarded Return Inn’s gate until the following morning. Ma Yeongsun charged even the men who had spent the night standing outside for their breakfast porridge.

Once the porridge pot was empty, she called Ryu Dan behind the counter.

“You said you would tell me last night.”

Ryu thought of the first open guest room and the six doors still closed. If he told Ma everything, he might not be protecting her at all. He might turn her into a target for seven sects. If he told her nothing, he would begin by betraying the promise he had made the day before.

“I know a little of what is going to happen. I may be wrong, but I’ve seen the inn destroyed. I’ve seen you hurt.”

Ma did not smile.

“And where did you see that?”

“I can’t tell you yet.”

“Then you have three days. During those three days, if you mean to use that strange power in my house again, you tell me first. If you are still silent after three days, you surrender every key you have.”

Ryu bowed his head.

“I accept.”

To draw a sword inside Return Inn, one needed two things.

A legitimate reason, and enough money to pay for the table.

Nam Sogun believed he possessed the first. Ma demanded the second in advance.

“The token belongs to Azure Peak.”

“At present, it is inside my box.”

“Which constitutes theft.”

“If keeping something that fell from the hand of a poisoned man is theft, does your sect collect every person it finds lying on the road and teach them martial arts?”

One of the younger disciples behind Nam choked while trying not to laugh. Without looking back, Nam extended his hand.

“I will inspect the jade token and return it immediately after confirming its identity.”

“Write that down.”

Ma set paper and brush on the table. The ink was already ground.

Watching her, Ryu thought of the failed future. Azure Peak had taken the token and the body. Return Inn had been left with an owner whose knee was ruined and a shattered wine jar. The same people had come this time, but a single table placed in the middle of the courtyard was changing the result.

Nam eventually wrote the receipt. It recorded the token’s shape and scratches, the time of handover, and who would answer for it if it was not returned. Only after Ma made him revise two sentences did she open the locked box.

At the sight of the blue-jade token, Nam’s face tightened.

“It belongs to Junior Brother Baek.”

Inside Ryu’s head, future Baek said, *I was the senior brother, not the junior.*

“You seem to be young at the moment.”

*Twenty-two is not young.*

“You’re two years older than I am.”

*Which means I am not young.*

Another party of riders approached the courtyard. A young man in blue robes dismounted. His sword bore no ornament, and his clothes were plain. Yet every member of the investigation detail, Nam included, straightened at once.

Baek Mugyeol at twenty-two.

Ryu remembered the Sword Saint fifteen years later, covered in blood and ash. This face was smooth and unscarred. The gaze was just as direct—and just as eager to take responsibility for everyone else’s choices.

The Baek inside his mind fell silent.

The younger Baek inspected the token, then looked at Oh Gak.

“He’s alive.”

“Are you disappointed?” Ryu asked.

“Relieved. His testimony must still be verified.”

Tang Soryeong scoffed from her room inside the inner inn.

*Did he always speak like that? Would thorns grow on his tongue if he said he was relieved first?*

*Medical judgments are your responsibility.*

*And asking whether a patient’s survival is unfortunate is yours.*

Ryu tried to ignore both voices. Nam pointed to him.

“This is the man who subdued six Black Tooth members using methods derived from Azure Peak’s foundational sword art.”

The younger Baek’s gaze settled on Ryu’s right hand. The tremor had eased since yesterday, but had not vanished.

“Have you ever studied the sword?”

“No.”

“Yet you knew the breaking technique for the Three Powers Sword?”

“My opponent used it badly. If a customer tries to eat noodles with a scabbard instead of chopsticks, anyone can tell something is wrong.”

“Not everyone can tell precisely what.”

The younger Baek did not become angry. Curiosity moved before suspicion. It was a habit he shared with his future self. When he encountered a structure he did not understand, his first instinct was to dissect it, even before deciding how dangerous it was.

“Exchange three moves with me.”

“Junior Brother Baek,” Nam warned quietly.

“It is the fastest way to determine whether his skill truly comes from Azure Peak. I will not use internal energy.”

Ryu did not want a fight. He wanted three days, the manpower necessary to investigate the warehouse, and lawful recognition that the poison evidence could remain at Return Inn.

“If I win, promise me three things.”

“Name them first.”

“First, we return the token according to the receipt, but Oh Gak gives his testimony here at Return Inn. Second, Ma keeps the Green Vein Poison sample until a physician arrives. Third, for three days, we conduct a joint investigation of the eastern warehouse.”

“Jointly with whom?”

“The Tang Family.”

Unease passed through the investigation detail.

The younger Baek did not answer at once.

“And if you lose?”

“I accompany you on suspicion of stealing the token and your martial arts. But you do not touch Ma’s ledger.”

“That ledger was never under our jurisdiction.”

“I’d be grateful if you wrote that down, too.”

Ma pushed another sheet of paper across the table.

For the first time, the corner of the younger Baek’s mouth moved.

“Agreed.”

They cleared the inn courtyard. Ryu took up the round tray he used to serve tea instead of a sword. The younger Baek borrowed a wooden practice blade.

Future Baek overlaid a sword path across Ryu’s vision.

*His opening technique will be Blue Clouds Part the Road. He leaves the left shoulder open and advances with the right foot. Brace beneath the tray and turn his wrist.*

“You know which technique you’ll use?”

*I am myself.*

Tang laughed.

*That confidence is how we lost.*

The first exchange.

The younger Baek’s right foot moved. The wooden sword swept low, then rose. It matched his future self’s description exactly.

Ryu flattened the tray, pressed the side of the wooden blade down, and slipped half a step closer. The tray’s rim stopped one inch short of the younger Baek’s chest.

The spectators drew a collective breath.

The younger Baek stepped back. He did not smile, but his eyes grew brighter.

“You know my sword.”

“I knew that one.”

On the second exchange, he did not use Blue Clouds Part the Road.

He dragged one foot and reversed the blade. It was still a foundational Azure Peak technique, but the connection did not appear anywhere in the sequence future Baek remembered.

*He’ll link it into Flying Mountain, Severed Cliff. Three steps to the right.*

Ryu took the first step. The younger Baek immediately shortened the sword. Instead of Flying Mountain’s sweeping horizontal cut, he drove the end of the hilt into the tray’s center.

Clang!

The impact traveled up Ryu’s arm. He slid back two steps. The younger Baek glanced at the new dent in the tray’s rim.

“You memorized the response after seeing my sword once. Then I need only use a sword you have not memorized.”

Future Baek closed his mouth.

Tang sounded delighted.

*Your younger self is better than you are.*

*That was improvised optimization under the assumption that an opponent had appropriated my foundations.*

*Yes. That is what I meant by better.*

Ryu opened and closed his fingers. The right hand he had injured yesterday throbbed. He had slept through the night, so Baek’s core could open again. But if he crushed the younger Baek with borrowed power during a three-move test, what would that prove? Ryu did not need obedience. He needed limited cooperation.

Before the third exchange, Ma crossed the edge of the courtyard carrying a pot of tea. The spectators blocked her route to the customers inside.

“If you’re going to fight, at least pay for a meal.”

She set three cups on an empty table. One table leg was uneven, and the tray tilted slightly. Ryu’s eyes followed the movement.

If one forced a tilted load upright, all the strain gathered in the wrist. Shift one step and pass the weight into the next foot, and the dishes found level again.

The younger Baek charged.

Future Baek shouted, *A feint. Ignore the sword point and strike the shoulder!*

Ryu did not listen.

He did not block the wooden sword. He met it with the tray held at an angle and accepted the impact. Following the direction of the tilt, he drew back his left foot. Rather than being driven away, his body curved around the younger Baek’s flank. The force he had received traveled through his waist and right foot to the far side of the tray.

Ryu passed the weight onward.

The tray’s rim tapped the younger Baek’s wrist. The wooden sword fell. At the same moment, Ryu’s toe scraped across the ground and caught the blade before it touched the dirt.

He returned it with the hilt turned upward.

“Three moves.”

Silence filled the courtyard.

Future Baek was silent, too.

The younger Baek took back the wooden sword. He could have disputed the loss. He had not used internal energy, it was not a real fight, and Ryu had known his first technique in advance. All of that was true.

“I am stronger,” he said.

“Yes.”

“But within three moves, you won.”

“That is also true.”

“That last footwork was not Azure Peak’s.”

“I learned it from those teacups just now.”

The younger Baek looked at the tilted table. For the first time, his expression held the honest disbelief of a twenty-two-year-old.

“Are you saying I lost to a teacup?”

Ma inserted herself into the conversation.

“The tea costs extra.”

This time, the investigation detail laughed openly.

The younger Baek returned the practice sword to Nam.

“I will keep my promise. But you have three days. After that, the evidence goes to Azure Peak.”

“Not unless you have reached an agreement with the Tang Family on its medical disposition,” Ryu said.

“Are you in a position to add conditions after the wager?”

“Does poison distinguish martial artists before it kills them?”

The younger Baek’s gaze chilled.

“And if the Tang Family uses the poison as an excuse to monopolize the evidence?”

“That is why neither side should be allowed to take it alone.”

Ryu pointed to the sealed sample in Ma’s custody.

“A patient’s body and the poison inside it fall under medical authority. Who stabbed him and where the poison was transported fall under investigative authority. Do not use one as a reason to swallow the other.”

Future Baek spoke quietly.

*At the time, I believed both were my responsibility.*

Which was how you lost both, Ryu thought, but did not say aloud. The younger Baek knew nothing of his future crimes. He did not deserve to be judged for them.

Nam stepped forward.

“A joint investigation requires field command. If orders conflict, it may be more dangerous than going alone.”

The younger Baek looked at him. In the first warehouse raid of the failed future, Baek had listened to Nam’s report and then personally assigned every route. Nam failed to redirect the civilians, not because he lacked ability but because he lacked authority.

Future Baek said, *I must command. If the warehouse contains traps derived from Azure Peak, I cannot place them in another person’s hands.*

Ryu asked the younger Baek, “Who best knows the roads and Black Tooth entrances in this area?”

“Senior Brother Nam.”

“Who is better with a sword?”

“I am.”

“Then Young Hero Baek can take the places that need a sword, and Hero Nam can take the places that need roads.”

The younger Baek turned toward Nam.

“Senior Brother Nam. For the next three days, please take charge of the outer routes and deployment. I will deal with threats inside the site.”

Surprise flashed in Nam’s eyes. He immediately cupped his hands.

“I accept the command.”

“It is a delegation, not a command,” Ryu said.

The younger Baek glared at him.

“Must you dictate the wording as well?”

“It should be clear enough that you cannot seize the responsibility back later.”

“You truly do not behave like an inn boy.”

Ma gathered the receipt and agreement into one stack.

“He is an inn boy. Knowing where to set another person’s burden so it won’t topple is part of the work.”

Heat rose in Ryu’s chest. Future generals and Poison Sovereigns had called him a mediator. To Ma, he was still the boy who carried other people’s burdens. Perhaps the two were the same job.

The token was returned to the younger Baek according to the agreement. He ran his thumb over the scratch on its back and fastened it at his waist. Return Inn ceased to be the site of a suspected theft and became a temporary evidence repository. Nam left to map the three roads leading to the eastern warehouse.

Oh Gak watched from where he leaned against the shed door.

“Never thought I’d see the day one word from me moved Azure Peak.”

“They don’t believe you yet,” Ryu said.

“Couldn’t you let me enjoy it?”

“After you pay the ten taels for treatment.”

Oh Gak lay back down.

Near sunset, a horse stopped hard before the inn.

A young woman in gray physician’s robes entered carrying a medicine case. Tang Soryeong at twenty-one. Her face was rounder than the future Poison Sovereign’s, her eyes gentler. Yet the instant she saw the sealed box and the Azure Peak disciples, her gaze sharpened to a blade.

“I am Tang Soryeong, physician of the Sichuan Tang Family’s eastern clinic.”

After showing Ma her identification, she turned to the younger Baek.

“I’m told you have a sample of Green Vein Poison. Everyone from Azure Peak will step three paces back from the seal.”

The younger Baek answered, “That sample came from a man carrying our token.”

“Were you planning to diagnose the poison with your sword?”

Inside Ryu’s mind, future Tang murmured, *Was I really that mild?*

Future Baek laughed for the first time.

*You are astonishingly unchanged.*

Before the second fight could begin, Ma slapped a bead across her abacus.

“Settle the examination fee first.”

Inside Return Inn, neither Poison Sovereign nor Sword Saint could alter the order of things.

Chapter 4. The Future Poison Sovereign Was Still a Physician

“The patient’s name?”

“Oh Gak.”

“Age?”

“Thirty-one.”

“When and how was he exposed?”

Ryu Dan carefully separated what he knew from what he inferred. Oh Gak claimed he had been stabbed beneath the arm with a needle at the eastern warehouse two mornings ago. Ryu gave the time it had taken him to walk back to the inn, his temperature and pulse when he first collapsed, the blue-black blood edged in pale green, how much water they had used to cool him, and how many times he had vomited.

The younger Tang Soryeong did not interrupt him once. Only after she finished recording the details did she look at his hand.

“Why is your right hand trembling?”

“That has nothing to do with the patient.”

“The condition of someone who handled the patient has everything to do with him. Do you have any cuts on that hand?”

“No.”

“Show me.”

Ryu opened his palm. She checked even the spaces between his fingers. Inside him, future Tang said, *Good. At least I understood the basics back then.*

Baek Mugyeol replied, *By your standards, did testing poison on yourself also qualify as basic practice?*

Tang’s echo went cold.

*Do not mention that.*

The younger Tang could not hear either of them. She verified Ma Yeongsun’s signature on the seal, then chose Nam Sogun as Azure Peak’s witness.

The younger Baek asked, “Why not me?”

“You looked at the token before you looked at the patient. Hero Nam has not stepped on the contaminated floor since he entered.”

Nam looked uncomfortable. Baek fell silent for a moment, then stepped back three paces.

Future Baek muttered, *Her standard is rational.*

Tang laughed.

*You never did learn to say the compliment aloud.*

Ryu ignored them both. The younger Tang broke the seal. With a thin silver needle, she took a trace of poisoned blood from the dish and dissolved it in three medicinal solutions. The first turned black, the second a murky white, and the third a vivid yellow.

“It is Green Vein Poison. But there is something wrong with the binding agent.”

Ryu did not repeat what future Tang had told him. He waited to see what the physician of the present would find.

The younger Tang raised the yellow solution toward her nose, then put it down at once.

“It isn’t only lime oil. There is an adhesive refined from pine resin. I think it is meant to keep the mixture from settling when dissolved in oil.”

“Oil?” Nam asked.

“I said it was a possibility. Do not treat it as a conclusion yet.”

She went to the shed where Oh Gak lay. After examining his eyelids, tongue, and fingernails, she pressed his abdomen. Oh Gak screamed.

“If you press something that hurts, it hurts!”

“I was checking whether you were alive.”

“You can check my pulse!”

“It was faster to check whether your mouth was alive.”

Future Tang sounded impressed.

*That truly is me.*

The younger Tang’s expression darkened when the examination was done.

“The poison is not leaving his body. It is changing where it sits.”

“What does that mean?”

“The emergency treatment protected his heart and brain, but the binding agent has adhered to his organs. His fever will fall, then rise again this evening. If we use the standard Green Vein antidote, the binding agent may dissolve first and release the poison all at once.”

Future Tang immediately recited a prescription.

*Three mace of Clear Spirit Herb, one mace of White Blossom Root, half a candareen of borneol. Cool the organs first, then administer the antidote powder.*

Ryu asked, “Will that work on this binding agent?”

*I practically created the field of Green Vein Poison treatment.*

“You said you had never seen this binder at this time.”

*The principles are the same.*

The younger Tang stopped with one hand inside her medicine case.

“I don’t have enough Clear Spirit Herb.”

Her future self responded at once.

*There is a completed prescription in the eastern clinic’s underground medicine vault, behind the third cabinet. Go in tonight and steal it. Turn the poison snake beneath the door handle twice to the right and it will stop.*

Ryu stared in disbelief.

“You want me to rob your own house?”

The younger Tang turned around.

“Who said that?”

“No one. The guest inside my head is rather extreme.”

“Has the poison reached your brain?”

“We are considering that possibility.”

Future Tang snapped, *The family will choose the secret formula over the patient. I lived through it.*

Her memory touched Ryu. Tang Soryeong at twenty-one, cutting small wounds into her own arm night after night and dripping poison into them. Her father’s pharmacy filled with unfinished prescriptions. Her elder brother Tang Jun warning that if the formula leaked to Azure Peak, the entire family would be ruined. She had tried to prove everything alone. She survived, but lost sensation in her fingertips, and the secret became leverage for others to use against her.

But that memory was not the young woman standing before him now.

“Physician Tang,” Ryu said. “Can you release the completed prescription?”

Her face closed.

“It is a secret formula of the Tang Family.”

“Even if people die?” the younger Baek demanded.

“Does Azure Peak paste its sword manuals on market walls? The method for curing poison touches the method for making it. If the completed formula spreads, someone may create something worse than Green Vein Poison.”

Baek opened his mouth. Ryu spoke first.

“We are not asking for everything.”

Both of them looked at him.

“What we need is an emergency procedure anyone can follow if the same symptoms appear in the market. The Tang Family can retain the formula and the poison ratios. Release only the steps that will keep people alive until nightfall.”

The younger Tang did not answer.

Ma entered the shed carrying a bowl of porridge.

“If you’re finished arguing, feed the patient.”

“His organs are sensitive right now—”

“Which is why I made plain porridge. If he can’t eat it, you can.”

The younger Tang inspected its thickness and smelled a spoonful.

“Add only a little more salt. Feed him two spoonfuls at a time. More than that and he may vomit.”

Ma handed the bowl to Ryu.

“You heard her.”

She did not demand the secret formula or argue the Tang Family’s rights. She decided how much to feed the man now.

The younger Tang watched her for a long time. Then she took a small knife from her medicine case.

Future Tang spoke urgently.

*Stop her. That is for self-testing. If she takes the poison first, she can observe the change and alter the prescription.*

The younger Tang was already rolling up her sleeve.

Ryu caught her wrist.

“No.”

“Let go. If I apply a minute amount to the skin and observe the response, I can determine the binder’s properties—”

“We already have one patient. Why make it two?”

“I can learn the answer fastest.”

“And if you collapse, who writes the prescription?”

“There is no other way.”

He heard the desperation beneath her words: the burden of protecting her family’s secret and saving a life at the same time. The habit of placing her own body between two responsibilities because neither could safely be entrusted to anyone else. The future Poison Sovereign remembered it as cold resolve. To Ryu, it looked like the frantic responsibility of a young physician.

He did not release her wrist.

“Observe the changes already occurring inside Oh Gak. Do not create a new case. Ask the living patient.”

“You want to inflict more pain on him?”

“No. We record his urine, sweat, and temperature by the hour. We test the current sample separately with oil and heat. Azure Peak can send people to find whether the same oil has entered the market.”

Nam nodded.

“I will investigate the registry of market oil sellers.”

The younger Baek said, “I’ll search the warehouse—”

“Junior Brother Baek,” Nam said quietly.

The delegation from the previous day still stood. The younger Baek went rigid, then yielded.

“Senior Brother Nam will determine the routes. I will serve as escort.”

Future Baek closed his eyes as though listening to the sentence a second time.

The testing continued for two hours. The younger Tang collected Oh Gak’s sweat on paper and compared the changes in color. Ryu kept the brazier at a constant temperature. Ma numbered every cup they used. Following Nam’s directions, Baek escorted samples of oil back from the market.

In the third oil, the Green Vein residue left on the dish dissolved. When they heated it, pale green smoke rose.

The younger Tang went white.

“They are not using oil merely to transport the poison. They mean to release it when the oil is heated.”

“Then it may already have reached the market,” Baek said.

“The evening market has not opened yet,” Ryu replied. “Write the emergency procedure first.”

The younger Tang spread out a sheet of paper. For a long time, her brush did not move.

A rider arrived outside bearing the Tang Family crest. He presented her with a sealed letter. The moment she read it, her expression hardened.

“My elder brother orders me to transfer the sample and patient to our clinic immediately, and to release no prescription to Azure Peak.”

Future Tang sounded bitter.

*See? Nothing changes.*

Ryu returned the letter to her.

“What will you do?”

He could have frightened her with the future. He could have told her that if she proceeded alone, she would ruin her hands; that her family’s attempt to protect a cure would help create the Poison Sovereign they feared. But those were conclusions from another life. This young woman needed a choice, not an order.

She looked at Oh Gak. He was spending every scrap of strength he possessed on eating the porridge.

“I will not release the completed antidote formula.”

The younger Baek frowned.

“But I will publish cooling and isolation procedures for the moment of exposure, how to maintain respiration, which medicinal ingredients must not be used, and how to regulate the pulse until the patient reaches a physician. I will omit the proportions of Green Vein Poison and any medicinal quantities from which they could be derived. The formula remains Tang Family property, and revisions to the emergency procedure must be approved by a Tang physician.”

Ryu asked, “Who will keep it?”

“One copy with the Tang Family. One with Azure Peak.”

Ma flicked a bead across her abacus.

“Then no one will be able to use it when the two of you are fighting.”

The younger Tang looked at her.

“We will keep a third copy at Return Inn. Both families will seal it, and Innkeeper Ma may open it in an emergency.”

“Why me?”

“Because you saved the patient here.”

“Will you pay a storage fee?”

The younger Baek sighed.

“Azure Peak will pay half.”

“Why half?” the younger Tang demanded. “We treated the patient—”

“I meant your family would pay the other half.”

“I need to ask our family head.”

Ma collected the paper from between them.

“I’ll discuss the money. You two write down how to keep people alive.”

At last, the younger Tang raised her brush.

As she wrote the first line, the second core inside Ryu gave a clear, complete pulse. Cold, delicate energy settled into his dantian. It did not belong to him yet. He could only borrow its path for seven heartbeats. But it was far more distinct than it had been when the door opened.

Future Tang silently watched her younger self write.

*I wasn’t hiding it because I was weak.*

Ryu said nothing.

*I was trying to protect too many things, so I carried them alone.*

“Is understanding that part of medicine?”

*At least it isn’t poison.*

Near evening, Oh Gak stood without assistance. His legs shook, but he crossed the shed’s threshold on both feet.

“Can you walk?” Ryu asked.

“I’ll have to if I mean to repay ten taels.”

Behind him, Ma said, “Medicine brings it to twelve.”

Oh Gak nearly collapsed again. The younger Tang caught his arm.

“You cannot travel far yet. Instead, tell us exactly where the warehouse entrances are and what the bell signals mean.”

Oh Gak described the west door, the ledger hidden in the roof beam, and the ramp descending underground. At the end, however, he shook his head.

“If they know I survived, they’ve already moved everything. Deputy Leader Jang never uses the same route twice.”

The warehouse layout from the failed future was no longer reliable.

A scouting disciple ran in from outside.

“Carts have begun leaving the eastern warehouse! Deputy Leader Jang has gathered the laborers inside, and they are moving the blue-banded barrels west first.”

The younger Baek seized his sword.

“We strike now.”

The younger Tang blocked his path.

“If you shatter a poison barrel with your sword, the entire market is in danger. We establish an isolation perimeter first.”

“If we delay, the carts escape.”

“If we rush, the workers die.”

Behind them, their two future echoes spoke at the same time.

*Command must be unified.*

*Medical judgment comes first.*

Between four competing voices, Ryu opened the warehouse map. An uncertain future, present symptoms, intelligence from the surviving Oh Gak, and the roads Nam had investigated now shared one sheet of paper.

“You are both right. Which is why one person cannot control all of it.”

He pointed out the western exit to Nam, the poison barrels and laborers to the younger Tang, and the interior trap line to the younger Baek.

“Who carries the map?” Nam asked.

“I do.”

Ma looked at Ryu’s right hand.

“You’re planning to use that strange power again.”

“I’ll avoid it if I can.”

“And if you can’t?”

Ryu did not lie.

“For no more than three heartbeats.”

Ma tugged his belt tight and retied the knot, as firmly as if she were checking her ring of keys.

“Come back alive. And take my tray.”

“As a weapon?”

“As a loan. Dent it and you pay.”

Ryu accepted the tray.

One bell rang from the direction of the warehouse.

The man who should have died recognized it.

“That’s the departure signal,” Oh Gak said.

This time, sword, medicine, and roads moved separately. Ryu carried the weight between them.

Chapter 5. Two Carry, One Opens

The eastern warehouse had three doors.

Oh Gak said the goods left through the west door. When Ryu Dan examined the ruins in the failed future, there had been a broad cart gate in the southern wall. Nam Sogun’s scouts had found a new side door cut into the northern alley.

All three could be right. All three could be traps.

“I’ll block the western and northern routes,” Nam said. “If a cart emerges, bind the wheels first. Do not touch the barrels. If it turns toward the houses, do not pursue the men. Clear the road instead.”

The Azure Peak disciples answered crisply. The order was clear, and its purpose was not to make arrests but to keep the barrels safe.

The younger Tang Soryeong tied white cloth around their wrists.

“If this cloth turns yellow, holding your breath will not save you. Retreat upwind at once. Anyone who feels dizzy puts down his sword and sits. If you try to endure it heroically and collapse, I will hit you first.”

The younger Baek Mugyeol studied the height of the warehouse walls and roof.

“I will handle the traps and armed men inside. I will not cut a barrel without Physician Tang’s permission.”

“Do not cut one even with permission.”

“What if we need to examine the contents?”

“A physician opens it.”

“Then why did I bring a sword?”

“Use it when people prove less cooperative than barrels.”

Inside Ryu’s mind, the future Baek and Tang sighed at the same time.

*Were we always this hostile to each other?*

They had spoken in unison. Both turned to glare at the other.

Ryu did not have time to laugh. No carts had emerged from the warehouse. The bell had rung once, but everything after the departure signal was far too quiet.

“They know we’re here.”

Oh Gak nodded, his face bloodless.

“Deputy Leader Jang never waits. He’ll have moved first.”

“You stay here.”

“I know the routes better than anyone.”

“You couldn’t walk yesterday.”

“My mouth walks just fine.”

Since learning that he owed Ma Yeongsun twelve taels, Oh Gak had been desperate to prove his usefulness. Ryu had no intention of bringing him into a fight, but there was no need to waste the useful mouth.

“Stay beside Hero Nam and interpret the bell signals. Do not pick up a weapon.”

Oh Gak made an approximation of a martial salute.

“I obey the command of Hero Inn Boy.”

“I’ll deduct one tael from your debt each time you call me that.”

“Then I take it back.”

Hiding a smile, Nam led him away.

Ryu, the younger Baek, and the younger Tang approached the southern cart gate. Its handle was unlocked. The doors were thicker than Ryu remembered from the failed future, and the grooves in the ground were new.

Future Baek said, *There is a Falling Sword Formation over the door. Break the wire and blades descend from the ceiling.*

Ryu looked up. A thin wire ran between the rafters, but the dust lay unevenly across it.

“The position has changed.”

*The basic structure is the same. Remove the third nail in the right pillar.*

The younger Baek raised one hand first.

“Wait. The third nail is false.”

He pointed to the grain near the foot of the pillar. “They reinforced this post recently. The load is on the fifth nail.”

His future self examined the pillar in silence.

Ryu pressed the nail the younger Baek had indicated with the edge of his tray. Metal scraped above the door, but no blades fell.

The younger Baek looked at him.

“Who told you the third?”

“A guest with an old memory.”

“He was wrong.”

Future Baek’s expression became murderous.

*I was not wrong. The trap changed.*

Tang’s echo laughed.

*That is what being wrong means.*

The door opened.

There were no poison barrels inside.

Instead, twenty laborers knelt on the floor with their hands bound. Some had faces scarcely older than children. Others bore Black Tooth tattoos. Deputy Leader Jang stood behind them holding a torch. A scar cut across his left cheek and pulled his mouth into a permanent crooked smile.

“Come any closer and I light it.”

A shallow layer of oil covered the floor. There was no way to know whether Green Vein Poison had been mixed into it, and no time to test.

The younger Baek drew his sword halfway.

“Drop the torch.”

“Look at Young Master Baek, noticing people before barrels.” Deputy Leader Jang sneered. “You thought we started moving the goods yesterday? Half of it reached the market while your people were still arguing.”

The younger Tang’s face tightened.

Ryu looked beyond Jang to the rear wall. A sloping passage, absent in the failed future, descended underground. Three blue-banded barrels were disappearing down it. Ropes and pulleys moved without any laborer pulling them.

“The workers aren’t moving those.”

Jang’s smile vanished.

A low vibration rose through the floor. Symbols carved into the walls detected the energies of three different martial traditions: sword qi derived from Azure Peak, the Black Tooth Gang’s coarse internal force, and an unknown current of cold energy. Together, they powered a single pulley.

Future Baek said, *A composite formation. This is not the Falling Sword Formation I remember.*

Tang’s echo answered tersely. *The motion mixes the contents as the poison barrels descend. If one breaks, everyone inside is poisoned.*

No one knew the correct answer.

Ryu studied the present. The torch was in Deputy Leader Jang’s right hand. His left foot stood on a dry stone clear of the oil. Seven paces separated him from the younger Baek. The younger Tang needed twelve paces to reach the laborers. The underground pulley caught once every three turns.

“Young Hero Baek. Take the torch only. Do not try to capture Deputy Leader Jang.”

“You want me to let him escape?”

“Physician Tang. The instant the torch goes out, move the laborers south, into the wind. Do not cut the ropes before checking their bodies.”

“And you?”

“I’ll right the barrels.”

Both stared at him as if he had gone mad.

Deputy Leader Jang tipped the torch.

The younger Baek moved. Sword light shot forward in a straight line. Jang anticipated the strike and dragged one laborer up as a shield. But Baek’s sword sought neither man nor arm. The sword wind sliced the flame from the torch.

Darkness swallowed it.

At the same instant, six silver needles flew from the younger Tang’s hand and severed the knots binding the laborers. She covered the youngest worker’s nose and mouth with cloth and pushed him toward the southern door.

Ryu ran down the underground passage.

Behind him, Deputy Leader Jang cursed and fled. The younger Baek’s foot shifted once in pursuit, then stopped. The torch had been his responsibility. Instead of chasing, he stamped out the remaining embers.

At the bottom of the slope, one of the blue-banded barrels tilted. The iron hoop around it had caught in the formation’s groove. Forcing it loose would break the cask. Ryu caught it with both hands. The contents surged to one side.

*Sever the left groove with sword qi,* Baek said.

*No,* Tang snapped. *Any impact will make the poison surge inside.*

Two futures collided.

Ryu trusted his own body—the body that had spent twelve years rolling great wine casks, carrying soup cauldrons down stairs, and saving tables overturned by drunk customers.

He opened Baek’s and Tang’s cores together.

The first shared heartbeat.

The sword’s structural understanding revealed the line of force between the barrel and the groove. A physician’s perception showed where the liquid was gathering. The two forces pulled Ryu’s meridians in different directions.

He did not lift the barrel. He stepped half a pace to the right, following the tilt. Taking the weight through his waist, he wedged the tray beneath the cask and shifted the point of contact.

The second heartbeat.

The formation detected the two foreign energies. Symbols on the wall glowed red. If one tradition tried to drive out the other, the trap would explode.

Ryu did not push.

He guided Baek’s keen energy into the iron hoop caught in the groove and matched Tang’s fine current to the liquid’s counter-rotation inside the barrel. He did not blend them. He kept the currents separate, guiding each into a path the other could use next.

The barrel found level.

The third heartbeat.

Pain tore through Ryu’s chest. The first and second shared heartbeats had been safe. This third was the maximum overdraw his body could survive with two cores open.

He passed the barrel’s weight into his left foot. Another step. It was the same motion he used to rescue a tilting tray, except that twenty lives now rested on it.

“Returning dish.”

The words escaped him without conscious thought. A tray that came back. A step that did not erase the force it received, but returned it through the next foot.

The barrel slipped free of the iron groove.

The composite formation had not been attacked. Instead, when the two incoming energies traveled through it along separate paths, the pulley reversed. The other two barrels, which had been descending, slowly began to rise.

The floor of the passage split open. Within the crack flashed the same network of seven stars that lay beneath Return Inn.

Ryu hugged the barrel to his chest and rolled aside. Tearing pain spread from his right arm into his chest. A meridian had ruptured somewhere. The taste of blood filled his mouth.

A stone door emerged beneath the broken floor. Seven stars and an empty inn counter had been carved into its surface.

No one touched it, yet the formation vein that ran toward distant Return Inn gave a single pulse. The stone door opened one inch. Whatever kept watch beyond it did not appear.

The sense of something studying Ryu came not from beneath the warehouse, but from the opposite end of the formation vein—from under Return Inn itself. Had he tried to dominate, or had he connected? The wordless question returned to him.

Then the stone door stopped.

Ryu had no strength to investigate. He checked first whether the barrel had broken.

“Are you alive?” The younger Tang ran down the slope.

“Do you mean the barrel, or me?”

“If the barrel could answer, I would throw you away and treat it first.”

She seized his wrist. Her face hardened immediately.

“You used two different currents of internal energy at the same time. There are small tears in your meridians.”

Future Tang was furious.

*I said three heartbeats. I did not say to use the third until you were half dead.*

Future Baek spoke in a low voice.

*I should have ordered the pursuit.*

“You didn’t,” Ryu answered between breaths. “Not this time.”

The younger Baek came down with the laborers instead of Deputy Leader Jang. Jang was gone, but every worker was alive.

Nam had secured the northern route as well. He stopped two fleeing carts by binding only their wheels. Oh Gak rang the bell signal in reverse and drew the lower-ranking Black Tooth members into an empty alley. Most of those captured were hired laborers paid to move cargo. Only three knew what the poison was.

“Deputy Leader Jang?” Ryu asked.

The younger Baek wiped his blade.

“He escaped.”

“Do you regret it?”

“I do. But if I had chased him, the embers from his torch would still have been burning.”

Future Baek heard him.

*I do not remember making that choice.*

“It only exists in this branch.”

They found the thrice-folded ledger in the roof beam, exactly where Oh Gak had said. But someone had cut away the page naming the buyers. The surviving pages repeated the same standardization mark used on western mountain roads: a scale, a sack of grain, and a sword fitted inside one set of measured lines.

The younger Tang found the same mark on the bottom of the blue-banded barrels.

“They standardized more than the poison. The barrels and carts were made to the same measure.”

“A neighborhood gang like Black Tooth could not do this,” Nam said.

One torn sheet remained pasted to the wall. A strange phrase survived on it.

One Heaven, One Measure.

It sounded like order. It also sounded like a command.

Ryu remembered the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult of the failed future. It had not conquered the martial world through strength alone. While other sects argued over who owned a poison, the Divine Cult standardized the barrels, roads, and signals. It taught martial arts to talented commoners, and in return bound every art beneath a single command.

Both the virtue and the coercion of that system had already entered this warehouse.

Nam unfolded the field inventory slate.

“I will transport the seized goods and prisoners to Azure Peak.”

The younger Tang answered at once.

“The Tang Family takes the poison barrels and the poisoned.”

Just as the same fight threatened to begin again, the younger Baek placed the inventory slate between them.

“Senior Brother Nam will control routes and prisoner escort. Physician Tang will decide the handling of the poison barrels and patients. Both will sign the inventory, and the original will remain at Return Inn.”

Without looking at Ryu, he added, “Until the three-day agreement ends.”

The younger Tang studied him, then picked up the brush.

“Add that no one may open a poison barrel without medical authorization.”

“And that the Tang Family may not remove any portion of the evidence.”

“Must you write down something so obvious?”

“The obvious is always the first thing to disappear when no one writes it down.”

Future Baek spoke softly.

*I never said that.*

Tang’s echo answered, *Then listen carefully.*

Urgent bells sounded outside the warehouse. One, two, then three short strikes.

Oh Gak’s face changed.

“A false withdrawal signal. Deputy Leader Jang is calling in the men he has left.”

A resident came running from the northern alley.

“People are collapsing at the oil shops! Someone poured water into an oil cask and smoke—”

The younger Tang looked at the seized barrels.

“Some of the oil already reached the market.”

Nam opened the map. The younger Baek lifted his sword. Everyone looked at Ryu.

He tried to stand and fell to one knee. It felt as if his chest were splitting open. Both cores were spent. He could not open either again before a full night’s rest.

He planted a bloody hand on the inventory slate.

“Do not look at me.”

Uncertainty passed through their faces.

“Do the work you have already accepted. Hero Nam takes the roads. Physician Tang takes treatment. Young Hero Baek stops the false bells. I will return to Return Inn and coordinate the signals.”

“In that condition?” the younger Tang snapped.

“I won’t run.”

“You are forbidden to walk, too.”

At that moment, Ma Yeongsun’s freight cart appeared in the distance, carrying empty water barrels and cloth from the inn. Ma held the reins. One look at Ryu narrowed her eyes.

“Ask about the tray first.”

Ryu cradled the dented tray and smiled.

“Everyone survived.”

“So you stopped counting your own body as a person?”

She shoved him into the cart and snatched the inventory from his hand.

“If you intend to handle the market from my inn, do not use it as if it were your command post. I decide the keys, the ledgers, and the charges.”

Ryu nodded.

“That is why I’m going back.”

For the first time, Return Inn was about to stand in the middle of a war. But not one of its doors would open without its owner’s permission.

Chapter 6. The First Common Ledger

Four kinds of paper lay across the counter at Return Inn.

A map of the market alleys drawn by Nam Sogun.

The Green Vein Poison emergency procedure written by the younger Tang Soryeong.

The Black Tooth Gang’s bell signals as Oh Gak remembered them.

And Ma Yeongsun’s account of expenses.

The expense ledger was the thickest.

“Three copper coins for one bucket of clean water. Two for each bundle of boiled cloth. Deposit charged separately for the straw mats patients lie on.”

The younger Baek Mugyeol stared at her.

“People may die, and you want payment first?”

“I collect later. I write it down now.”

“Why now?”

“Because later, the two of you will both claim you paid more.”

The younger Tang opened her mouth to object, then closed it. It was an entirely plausible future.

Ryu Dan sat on the long bench beside the counter. More precisely, the younger Tang had put him there. Whenever he tried to stand, she aimed a needle at the back of his hand. Opening two cores together at the warehouse had torn meridians in his chest and right arm. Every deep breath dragged a strand of burning wire through his body.

Future Tang examined his pulse through Ryu’s own senses.

*Both cores are closed for the rest of today. Force either one open and your meridians will rupture before the channel forms.*

Future Baek studied the market map.

*My memories can still help us read the approaches to the bell tower.*

*What did I just say?*

*I did not mean I would personally cut anyone down. I was discussing the possibility—*

*Even after death, you refuse to listen to your physician.*

Ryu pushed both voices into the background. They did not need the strongest person. Not now.

Six alleys fed the market. Smoke had already risen from two oil shops. Less than one hour remained before the evening market opened. If Deputy Leader Jang’s men rang false evacuation signals, the crowd might flee a clean route and stampede straight into poisoned air.

“We cannot send the same warning down every alley,” Ryu said. “The people are no longer where they were.”

He remembered the original future. After the disaster, he had recovered the bodies himself and compiled the casualty ledger. Twelve dead before the northern cloth market. Twenty-three in the southern soup street. But rumors of the warehouse raid had now drawn spectators east. Oh Gak had survived and helped remove several Black Tooth laborers. Azure Peak disciples had blocked the roads early. Ryu might remember where the dead had lain, but he could not use that memory to count the living people moving through the market now.

Nam touched the map.

“I’ll send three blue-robed disciples north and two south.”

The younger Baek said, “The east is the most crowded. I’ll divide the crowd myself.”

“Junior Brother Baek, you take the central bell tower.”

“Senior Brother Nam.”

“You delegated route command to me.”

The younger Baek’s jaw tightened. At precisely the same moment, his future echo made precisely the same face.

Ryu said nothing. If a delegation was real, it had to function when it became uncomfortable.

At last, the younger Baek bowed his head.

“Understood. I will stop the false signal from the central tower and relay only Senior Brother Nam’s signals.”

Future Baek watched him for a long time.

*I believed that if I entrusted work to Senior Brother Nam and he failed, the responsibility would still be mine.*

“Taking responsibility and taking away the work are not the same thing.”

*I know that now.*

The younger Tang divided her emergency protocol into three pages.

“The first page is for ordinary people: extinguish the fire, move upwind, rinse exposed skin with cold water. The second is for medical assistants: check temperature and breathing, isolate vomit, and avoid the prohibited herbs. The third contains the antidote treatment for Tang Family physicians only.”

“How many copies can we make of the first two?” Ryu asked.

“Not enough if we copy them by hand.”

Ma took two wooden printing blocks from beneath the counter. They were used to print the inn’s daily side dishes and room prices. The characters on one face had nearly worn away.

“Carve the back.”

“If I carve it there, the words will remain,” the younger Tang said.

“That is why I gave it to you.”

“The Tang Family has not yet approved—”

“Aren’t you a Tang Family physician?”

The younger Tang bit her lip. Her family had ordered her to protect the secret formula. But what she meant to carve was not that formula. It was an emergency procedure ordinary people could follow.

“I will take responsibility.”

She accepted the knife and began cutting characters into the wood.

Future Tang spoke softly.

*If I had made it public like that, my brother and I would have fought bitterly.*

“Do you regret it?”

*No. I regret waiting so long to begin the fight.*

Without adding a word, Ma prepared paper and ink. Once the block was finished, inn runners and Azure Peak disciples carried fresh prints to every alley. Copies of the first and second pages went into separate compartments of the Tang medicine cases. Information and supplies were distributed so that no one person could monopolize them.

A bell rang from the market.

Two long strikes, then one short.

Oh Gak’s face hardened.

“That is Black Tooth’s signal to flee north. It’s false. The northern oil shop was contaminated first.”

Nam changed his orders immediately.

“Turn the northern crowd onto the western well road. Azure Peak’s signal is three short strikes, pause, then one.”

The younger Baek ran for the bell tower. The younger Tang split her medicine case in two and handed one half to an assistant physician.

“I’ll take the southern soup street. You take the northern cloth market. Sort patients according to the procedure, and send the severe cases to the inn first.”

“How can I administer the antidote without you, Lady Tang?”

“You can perform everything through the second page. Mark only those who need the third.”

Once they departed, the inn became abruptly quiet. Ma, Ryu, Oh Gak, and two children carrying copies were all who remained.

Ryu tried to rise. Ma pushed him down by the shoulder.

“You sit.”

“I need to see the central alley.”

“What will you do there?”

“If we catch Deputy Leader Jang—”

“And after that, who watches the other five alleys?”

Ryu had no answer.

In the failed future, he had always waited for someone strong. Once Baek arrived, the road would open. Once Tang arrived, the poison would be cured. Now the strong people had gone outside, and the work of connecting them remained here at the counter.

“I’ll stay.”

Ma removed her hand from his shoulder.

“Good. An inn boy should hold his post.”

The first patients arrived: an oil seller and his wife with bloodshot eyes, and a coughing child. Oh Gak marked the contaminated zone outside the door and forced the crowd into one line.

“Don’t push! Breathing people go in first. If someone isn’t breathing, show them first!”

“The order of that sentence is strange,” Ryu said.

“They understood me!”

Ma divided the inner dining room into a treatment area and the rear yard into a washing area. She hung a different color of cloth over each door and kept the keys herself. When an Azure Peak disciple tried to carry a patient through the kitchen, she locked the door in his face.

“Why are you blocking us?”

“That is the clean-water store.”

“This is urgent!”

“The more urgent it is, the less poison you get on the water barrels. Patients enter through the east door.”

Reports continued to arrive from the market: wooden tallies carried by Azure Peak disciples, patient counts sent by Tang assistants, alley conditions shouted by merchants themselves. Every source used a different form. Ryu transferred them onto a single sheet as if sorting orders at the inn.

North: three severe. Western well road open.

South: fire extinguished. Seven patients in transit.

East: crowd stalled. False bell ringer moving.

Oh Gak suddenly jabbed a finger at the map on the counter.

“Deputy Leader Jang isn’t in the bell tower. That bastard likes to watch other people chase him. The man running from the tower is bait. Jang will be near an oil cart.”

“How do you know?”

“I survived seven years under him.”

Current evidence.

Ryu examined the wooden tally that had come from the eastern alley. An empty oil cart was moving toward the center. No one had seen the driver’s face.

“The last barrel is on that cart.”

At that moment, a signal arrived: the younger Baek had captured the decoy in the bell tower. If Ryu ran out himself, he might be able to catch Deputy Leader Jang. But then the signal hub would collapse.

He handed Oh Gak the Black Tooth Gang’s small handbell.

“Can you catch him?”

Oh Gak stared at the bell.

“I was on his side yesterday.”

“That is why I’m asking you.”

“What if I run?”

“You will still owe twelve taels.”

“You’d collect in hell, wouldn’t you?”

Oh Gak laughed and called over one of the children. “Go tell Young Master Baek at the tower to ring the great bell once. One long strike, like the warehouse withdrawal signal.”

Ryu understood. If Deputy Leader Jang heard his own organization’s signal, he would believe the decoy had worked.

The great bell gave one long peal.

The empty cart heading toward the center immediately turned into the eastern alley. Nam had stationed a roadblock there. On the far side, Oh Gak rang the handbell twice—the Black Tooth assembly signal. Gang remnants emerged from hiding and converged on the cart. Deputy Leader Jang appeared on the driver’s bench, swearing.

But the cart did not stop.

In one last act of desperation, Jang flung an ember at the stopper of the oil barrel. Nam dragged him from the driver’s seat, but the ember caught at the barrel’s mouth. The cart rolled down the slope toward Return Inn, where the road was packed with people.

“Move!”

Oh Gak shoved them aside.

Ryu rose from the counter. Both cores remained closed. The third shared heartbeat at the warehouse had ended every path he could borrow today. If he tried to wrench either door open now, his meridians would fail before the cart reached him.

But the knowledge remained. Tang’s warning that pouring water into the oil would scatter the poison. Baek’s understanding that a moving force should not be received head-on. And the step that belonged to neither of them—the step that passed a tilting weight into the next foot.

Ma dragged a wet straw mat from the washing area. Ryu looked not at the counter that had stood empty for nine years in the failed future, but at her shoulders as she stood on both feet.

“Smother the fire first!”

Ryu took up the tray and ran outside. He came alongside the cart and wedged the tray at an angle between one wheel and a stone. Rather than stop the cart head-on, he took its rolling force to the side with the first step of the Returning Dish Step.

The wound in his chest screamed.

The tray buckled, turning the wheel half an inch. Ryu received the force through his waist and passed it into the next foot. One step, then another. The cart veered away from the inn’s front gate and toward a stack of empty water barrels.

The ember at the stopper fed on the wind and grew. Ryu did not look at the water. Instead, he caught the wet mat Ma threw with his tray. The spinning tray opened the mat wide and dropped it over the barrel’s mouth.

The ember spat black smoke and died.

The cart crashed into the stack of empty barrels and stopped. The poison barrel did not break.

Ryu fell to both knees. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth, but his mind remained clear.

The younger Tang came running from the southern alley. The instant she saw him, she seized his wrist.

“You did not use a core.”

“I followed your instructions.”

“You pushed a cart with torn meridians instead.”

Future Tang snapped at him in almost the same words.

*If you mean to listen, listen to the whole instruction!*

Despite the pain, Ryu laughed.

“You two are very alike.”

The younger Tang had no idea what he meant, which made her angrier.

Before night fully fell, every fire in the market was out. Nine severe patients were transferred to the Tang Family clinic. Twenty-six mild cases stabilized under the emergency protocol. No one died. Deputy Leader Jang and three others who knew the poison’s distribution network were captured. Oh Gak did not release the bell even when Jang came at him with a knife.

Late that night, the tables returned to Return Inn’s dining room.

The younger Baek, Nam, the younger Tang, and Ma sat facing one another. Ryu, wrapped in bandages, remained beside the counter.

A new ledger lay open on the table.

The first page defined which parts of the emergency procedure could be made public. The second inventoried the poison samples and the western standardization mark. The third assigned responsibility for Azure Peak’s escort routes and the Tang Family’s replacement medicines. The final page stated that, in an emergency, Ma Yeongsun could open the ledger even if one of the two seals was absent. Every use had to record the time, quantity, and recipient.

“Azure Peak will send two escorts in rotation,” the younger Baek wrote.

“The Tang Family will inspect the antidote herbs every month and replenish shortages,” the younger Tang added.

Nam recorded three safe routes and their signals.

On the final line, Ma wrote the storage fee, room charges, and price of paper.

“That is excessive,” the younger Baek said.

“You won’t haggle over the finest sword arts under heaven, but you haggle over paper?”

“Sword arts and paper are—”

“Without either one, people die just the same.”

The younger Tang stamped the ledger first. The Tang Family’s red seal settled on the left. The younger Baek studied it for a moment before placing Azure Peak’s blue seal on the right.

In the empty space between them, Ma wrote Return Inn’s signature.

The Common Antidote Ledger.

It recorded who opened the door when poison spread, who replenished the medicine, who guarded the routes, and who paid the cost.

The two cores inside Ryu settled quietly. Baek’s foundational circulation no longer pierced his meridians like thorns. Tang’s cold current found its proper path in time with his breathing. It was not a complete reserve of internal energy, nor the strength of two future masters. It was a foundation that could become Ryu’s own through training.

Future Baek said, *I tried to create an order stronger than that ledger.*

Future Tang replied, *And I concealed the cure because I feared placing my name inside such a ledger.*

*We were wrong.*

*Do not say we were wrong about everything. Those children have not yet failed as completely as we did.*

They did not agree. They remained seated at the same table.

Ma placed the ledger inside an iron coffer and hung its key around her neck.

“Do not misunderstand. This inn has not become a branch of either sect.”

The younger Baek bowed his head.

“We understand.”

“I charge for rooms when you hold meetings.”

The younger Tang asked, “What if we bring patients?”

“Half price.”

“Not free?”

“If we begin by giving everything away, the medicine money will be the first thing to vanish.”

No one could argue.

After the guests left, Ryu entered the inner Return Inn at night. The first and second guest-room doors stood open. Baek had brought a chair out of his room. Tang cleaned the table before she sat.

“Are you both staying long?” Ryu asked.

“We have no bodies to return to,” Baek said.

“Charge him for my room,” Tang said, pointing at Baek. “His door opened first.”

“I did not open the door.”

“Then put it on Seol Muyeon’s account.”

Smiling, Ryu took his place behind the empty counter. Ma’s seat remained vacant. She could not hear anything in this inner inn. Yet the rules of the inn outside were already finding their way in.

No weapons on the table. One person speaks at a time. If you break it, you pay for it.

A sound came from the third guest room.

Knock. Knock-knock.

The door did not open. Someone on the other side was rapping their knuckles against it.

Baek and Tang turned together.

An unfamiliar man’s voice slipped through the closed door, only once.

*My younger self must have sold that buyer’s record in three different places by now.*

Ryu’s smile vanished.

“Who are you?”

There was no answer. The door did not sound again.

Only two guest rooms were open.