Namjoo was used to living as a male. Her father had always wanted male children to the point of being delusional. He refused to accept that his first child was a female. He forced her to dress up as a male since she was young. She was also an only child. Her mother had passed away giving birth to her. It was only natural for her father to hide her gender.

She didn’t have any desire to live the rest of her life as female because she enjoyed the privileges of being male. She lived in a male driven society that looked down on females. She also excelled at martial arts which prevented her from revealing her gender. She wouldn’t mind living the rest of her life without getting married.

She’d never expect that her secret would easily be revealed by a little boy. The boy looked suspicious. He had a cloak on that was too big for his size. The only reason why he would dress this way would be to hide himself. The only reason she could think of was that he wanted to peep at women while bathing.

She felt the urge to punish the little brat for being so perverted. He was so petite for a young boy, she kind of felt bad for the boy. She assumed that he was a beggar. His clothes were shabby, and he reeked like a beggar. The only thing that caught her eye was his unusually feminine features. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was also disguised like herself.

She highly doubted that this was the case. There was no way any normal female would dress up as male. She’d met countless noble ladies that enjoyed their lives. They were caught up in the arts; painting, singing, playing instruments, making tea, and embroidering. They were preoccupied with training to become a good wife.

Most women were weak, and they wouldn’t want to live as a male even if they were given power and privilege. Most would accept the life that they were supposed to live as female. Namjoo knew for sure that she wouldn’t want that sort of lifestyle. She was too stubborn to accept being a housewife forever.

She enjoyed martial arts and the way it made her feel exhilarated. Each accomplishment made her appreciate the proper steps it took to achieve her dream. No matter how much effort she put in, there was always something new to learn. She would never grow tired of training. She discovered that martial arts not only developed her strength, but it also strengthened her mentality and her spirit.

While lost in thought, the boy struggled and kicked towards her. The boy shouted, “LET ME GO!” Namjoo didn’t budge an inch from Yuna’s kicks. None of Yuna’s attempts to escape worked. Namjoo kept her at arm’s length without much effort. Yuna continued to struggle, “CAN’T YOU HEAR ME? LET ME GO! I didn’t do anything wrong, so why won’t you let me go?”

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