The only things Han took with him to the Church were the clothes he had on his back. He owned nothing else of worth or importance.
The two walked a few miles before they got to the Church, which turned out to be smaller than Han would've thought.
It was a building maybe the size of a convenience store, made completely out of wood.
It was a bit dilapidated, and only a few people walked around it from time to time, those people being priests.
When they saw Priest Yan bringing Han with him, they bowed and greeted both of them dry expressions on their faces.
In this way, they were quite a bit different from Priest Yan.
The two walked into the church, which only contained two other people seemingly sitting in prayer, and headed down into what seemed to be a cellar/basement.
"Is this where everyone lives, Priest?"
Priest Yan said nothing as he continued walking, only slightly nodding in response to Han's question.
They walked down a long, dark hallway only dimly lit by candles for what seemed to be an eternity.
At the end of it, was a large cave guarded by two men. In fact, it was the two men that usually helped him hand out food.
Stopping at the entrance of the cave, Priest Yan stopped smiling, turned to Han and said, "Before you enter our organization, you must go through a...metamorphosis. You must shed your outer layer and become something more...something greater."
Han was completely lost as he listened to Priest Yan speak. Something was very wrong here. His usual gentle tone was replaced by a gruff, haughty, arrogant voice that refused any rebuttal.
"You will enter this cave and you will complete the ritual. If you manage to leave this place alive, then, and only then...will you be deserving of being anything more than a fuckin' piece of trash that only knows how to beg."
There was no denying it now, Han had been tricked. He knew he had been tricked, and the only thing he could do was to somehow try to escape.
WHOOSH!
But Priest Yan already expected this. He was incredibly fast as he blocked the way and fired several quick jabs at Han's face.
Han barely dodged them and kicked Priest Yan in the ribs with blinding speed, crushing the man's ribs on impact as he sent him into the nearby wall.
Just as he was about to run away...
THUD!
He felt a sharp pain at the back of his head which caused to fall down on one knee.
BANG!
In the next moment, someone grabbed him by the collar and slammed on the ground with incredible force as he tried his best to guard himself from the impact.
'Shit! It was probably those two guards...'
But Han didn't get enough time to answer, after slamming him a few more times, the figure dragged him into the cave, causing Han to fall unconcious.
Priest Yan said nothing as he recovered from the hit, watching calmly as Han got dragged into the cave.
"That's our last one for the Gu ritual. When Suzuki comes back out, close this place up."
Taking off and throwing away his robes, Yan continued, "This location has been completed. I'll let Niko know."
An unknown amount of time later, Han woke up in a large dimly lit room with over dozens of other figures within.
Men and women, some teenagers. All of them had a feral look in their eyes as they stared at each other, sizing each other up with each breath.
In no time, fighting broke out. No they weren't just fighting, they were killing each other. These didn't seem like humans. They were reminiscent of animals, losing themselves to their bases instincts.
"Wait! Wait!"
Han dodged and weaved out of the way from those attacking him, trying his best to get them to stop killing each other.
"Wait...there's no reason to do this! We should turn our hatred to this church instead! Wait!"
THUD!
Han got punched into a wall from a large man, causing him to spit out blood as he tried to recover from the attack.
All this blood, darkness, death, and murder around him slowly started to break down the barriers within his mind that he had cultivated over the past 5 years.
The idea that Priest Yan was a good person and he in turn should follow suit as to be a better man himself shattered.
He was just naive. Why would someone in a place like this, help people for no reason?
Betrayal, hatred, and contempt. These were the emotions that plagued Han's being as he watched the slaughter happening in front of him.
These weren't regular people either. They were all trained martial artists. High level ones at that.
Their moves were all strange. They lacked a specific style and the martial artists moved more...on instinct.
Han made a decision. It was either them...or him. And there was no way in hell that he was going to let Yan and his organization get away with what they did.
And so, he jumped into the fray.
An enemy immediately engaged him and attacked with various punches and kicks.
Han weaved the attacks, swept the enemy off of his feet and delivered a swift front kick to his face, knocking the man away.
"Too weak. My kicks lack power. No. My mind lacks the will to enact the power my legs contain. I've been living in peace for too long. Tch."
Han followed up on the man, causing the enemy to sweep him off of his feet.
"Fool."
Han simply spun 180 degrees midair and roundhouse kicked the man in the head, destroying his skull on impact.
"1."
Even though his heart was a bit shaken, Han pushed himself forward, refusing to die here.
As he fought, Han's kicks only got sharper, faster, more precise, stronger. Bottlenecks that he had hit with his training were constantly shattered as he started to understand the essence of his Taekwondo.
Re-taekwondo gains its' power from the force generated by the body's rotation. So any move that Han made, he would start with some type of rotation in some form. No matter where he was.
An enemy threw a punch at him while he was mid-air?
Han hooked one leg on their fist, used it as leverage to rotate and struck down at their heads using the heel or ball of his other leg.
Pure speed needed to blitz an opponent? Hyperspeed. A movement technique from Northern ITF Taekwondo so fast that the opponent could only register what was happening after the fact.
It also drastically boosted the following attack due to momentum.
Which happened to be Han's favorite kick.
"Northern front kick."
WHOOSH!
Han planted his feet firmly into the ground, and stomped off of it as hard as he could, kicking upwards towards his unfortunate opponent.
While this opponent had some type of technique to redirect force, Han's front kick was too strong. It completely severed the man's torso in half, killing him on the spot.
Such was the power of real Taekwondo.