“Well, then.”

Kang Jin-Ho got up to leave, prompting Bang Jin-Hun to get up as well and bid him goodbye. “Take care on your way back home, Mister Jin-Ho.”

“I will.”

“Oh, and don't speed.”

“...Kuh-hum.” Kang Jin-Ho looked back at Bang Jin-Hun weirdly.

However, Bang Jin-Hun replied with a smirk. “Aren't you having trouble commuting from home since you live so far away? How about finding your own place nearby? There's a village full of one-room houses down the mountain, you see? I'm pretty sure you’ll find a place that suits your tastes.”

“Mm…” Kang Jin-Ho frowned slightly while weighing his options. It was true that almost all of his business these days involved the Martial Assembly. But the Assembly HQ was located on the far-flung outskirts of the city, and commuting from home took way too long for Kang Jin-Ho's liking. “...I'll think about it. However, I'm not sure if my parents will let me…”

Bang Jin-Hun asked incredulously. “...Do you still need to get your parents' approval?”

“Well, I'm still a university student, so...”

That answer forced Bang Jin-Hun's mouth shut. He even forgot to breathe for a second, too.

'Gee, whiz... Talk about being super mismatched...'

When Bang Jin-Hun thought about it, Kang Jin-Ho was still in his early twenties, at least physically speaking, and finished serving in the military only recently. This fact sometimes clashed with the knowledge of Kang Jin-Ho being a returner who had lived for decades in the ancient past, causing this weird feeling.

'It must be the same story for Mister Jin-Ho,...