“I… can’t sleep… C-can you hurry up and come inside?” Sung Ji-Hoon asked.0

“...”0

“I-I dozed off for a bit, but then I had another nightmare…” he added.0

For a moment, it seemed like Jin Cheong’s argument had some merit to it, but the sight of the Holy Sword Hero acting like that made all of my trust in him drain away. 0

The fact that he stuck only his face out of the tent, even though he wasn’t the type to feel the cold, made me clench my fist. 0

It was impossible not to compare him to Ryu Han’s commanding presence. On top of that, despite all the training, his performance was lackluster, or rather, he hadn't displayed anything that could be considered a performance. In the most recent battle, he hadn’t participated actively at all. 0

Of course, his mindset did change for the better, but I still felt anxious because there were no results to show for it.0

‘No matter how much he changed, it really feels like he can't win.’0

I felt like Commander Jin had read too many shonen manga. Sure, whenever this kind of awkward, hot-blooded character came face-to-face with that sort of villain, the rule was that he would eventually win, but that only happened in comics and novels.0

‘Reality...0