Saito Genryu's hands were trembling.

'What... is this?'

Just what... was up with that monster!

The name of Kang Jin-Ho... Kang Jin-Ho this, Kang Jin-Ho that...!

That name had been getting on Saito's nerves the most in the past few months. Of course, it was in the 'irritating like a persistent mosquito' sense. Saito never once felt fear or reticent while hearing that name.

He honestly thought that the situations and circumstances—plus the geographical locations—had protected Kang Jin-Ho. He genuinely believed that Kang Jin-Ho's name would've never reached the ears of neighboring nations if he was Japanese, not Korean.

That's what Saito thought until now. However, he was proven wrong. He had no choice but to admit to the truth now.

Kang Jin-Ho didn't acquire this level of influence and garner notoriety because South Korea was his backyard. No, it was more like... The true danger his existence posed had been undersold because he lived in South Korea!

Yet another severed head flew up in the air. Saito bit his lower lip at this sight. The brave warriors he had painstakingly trained and guided until now were falling like leaves in a thunderstorm. However, for some strange reason... Saito wasn't enraged.

That was because this event unfolding right before his eyes didn't seem real to him. It felt more like he was dazedly watching a silent black-and-white movie. What a bizarre sense of disharmony this was.

However, Oizumi's urgent cry yanked Saito's mind back to reality. “Sir!...