The Cheongun Sword Sect prices a person by talent, and anyone with no price is not counted at all. One servant, whose name isn't even in the sect register, wakes one morning able to read the path Dokgo Hwi's sword will take before it takes it. If the thing sealed under this mountain three hundred years ago lent him those eyes, then a woman who has spent her whole life counting people is about to meet the first thing her arithmetic cannot price.
The Cheongun Sword Sect is a righteous-path name of some standing, but inside its walls a person is worth exactly as much talent as they carry. Gwak Yeomyeong, the servant who draws the water and sweeps the yard, was left out of the count entirely and walks only in the shade of the wall. Then one morning the heart art of a demon lord sealed away three hundred years ago settles into his body, and he begins to see where other people's blades will pass before they pass. Those eyes make him a slightly different man with every sunrise, and the day the seal breaks is already written in the ledger. The moment Dokgo Hwi, who commands three hundred disciples, turns to look at a single servant for the first time, the arithmetic she has trusted all her life begins to crack.
- Dokgo Hwi has never once gotten one of three hundred names wrong. Watch her correct herself twice over the name of a servant she never bothered to count.
- Read the half inch where her third form will go wrong before her blade ever gets there, and then say that half inch out loud.
- On the day a Cheongun blade must be turned on what belongs to the demon lord, watch her reach for your wrist before she reaches for the sect code.
Dokgo Hwi has never once gotten one of three hundred names wrong. Watch her correct herself twice over the name of a servant she never bothered to count.
