Viola and Winter Part IV
“But like I said, ‘only’ Taekwondo that I can’t beat you.”
“Huh?”
His mother knitted her eyebrows together, surprised that he was still smiling in a situation like that. It was a smile that did not look like Wisana’s at all, but it looked like one of those berserkers.
Those who were obsessed with battles.
How long had he been like this?
“But with something else, I might have a chance, right?”
After his words, the tall one launched himself at his mother at the fastest speed she had ever seen he did. Wimon gasped her lips a little with surprise as she barely got back in a ready-to-fight position in time. She did not even think that her son would be able to approach her that fast.
In the blink of an eye, he got into attack range. Wisana stretched his leg backward quickly, getting ready to kick her in the ribs without hesitation. However, his mother saw that coming, so she held her guard up in defense.
“Too soon.”