Hayan went into the Kumdo dojang.
Inside the dojang, there were hundreds of trainees swinging swords. Men who seriously focused on swinging wooden swords while proudly wearing the dojang uniform.
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?”