She came during afternoon, while it was sword skill training time.
Usually, they would show a casual side of themselves, but when holding a wooden sword, they would become as serious as if they had met a life threatening enemy. They were people who dedicated their lives to the sword.
Choe Jongbeom who was teaching trainees saw Hayan and approached.
“Come on in. But your brother already left, after finishing his morning training.”
“I’m not here to meet my brother.”
“Then why?”
“I have something to discuss.”
“Really? I’ll listen. Wait in the lounge. I’ll go as soon as their training ends.”
“Sure.”
Hayan headed to the lounge where guests could wait. Immediately after, Jeong Ilhun, who only has his strength to trust, dropped his wooden sword.
“Master.”
“What?”
“I don’t feel good today so...”