After a bout of instruction—no, after the wanton violence masquerading as instruction had ended.
“Urrgh…”
I saw the something that had been Dang Cheongi writhing on the floor in pain. Since he clearly wasn’t in a proper state, it felt wrong to even speak to him. It was to the point where the fact he was alive seemed surprising.
“Is he… alive?”
What if he really died? Just as that worry brushed past—
“Get up.”
Dokbong spat out a brief command. In that instant, the supposedly dead Dang Cheongi sprang up.
Ah, so he was alive? I looked at him with widened eyes.
“Well. Nothing to say?”
“…I’m sorry.”
Even his pronunciation was mangled. Blood was streaming down from the corner of his mouth.
“Not to me.”
“……”
Dang Cheongi flinched at Dokbong’s words. If the apology wasn’t meant for her, then it could only be for me.
“Sister… that’s…”
“Don’t want to? Sure, that can happen.”
Dokbong spoke as she rolled up her thin sleeve.…