“There he comes.”

“Indeed.”

Jo Gyu-Min and Bang Jin-Hun watched as Kang Jin-Ho leisurely walked out of the building.

“Hey, would you look at that? He even changed his clothes?” Bang Jin-Hun blinked his eyes.

“Don't tell me you wanted Mister Jin-Ho to come back outside looking like a butcher, now did you?”

Bang Jin-Hun recalled what Kang Jin-Ho looked like before entering the building, then urgently shook his head. “Please don't remind me, okay? My heart is weaker than you think, you know!”

“Say what?” It was now Jo Gyu-Min's turn to blink his eyes.

“I used to think I was good for nothing other than a sturdy body. After running into Mister Jin-Ho, though... I finally learned I wasn't as ballsy as I thought, and my heart can get rather easily frightened, you know!”

“...Oh. I can't argue against that.” Jo Gyu-Min gripped a corner of his chest tightly after realizing that he, too, should be seen as an 'easily scared' according to Bang Jin-Hun's logic.

One more event like tonight's, and Jo Gyu-Min was 100% certain he'd collapse from a heart attack!

“In any case…” Jo Gyu-Min sighed deeply. “Does this mean our situation is more or less taken care of?”

“...Taken care of, you say?” Bang Jin-Hun looked behind him at the destroyed training field, then at the Yeongnam Group martial artists herded to a corner. He couldn't help but frown a little.

'How am I supposed to... take care of this?'

He never once thought the war would conclude this way. Actually, that was a lie. He never thought about the aftermath in the first place....