The Support Ate it All

Sunday.

The training center.

I was sitting and leaning against one side of the training room wall.

Resting on my shoulder was a blanket-wrapped bundle like a rolled-up kimbap, and from its edge, I could just see a glimpse of gray hair and the top of a head.

As usual, it was Seo Ye-in who was recharging her sloth battery.

I simply accepted it and shifted my gaze forward.

There, two iron dummies were facing off and pointing their weapons at each other.

One of them was holding a heavy two-handed hammer, and the other was holding a thick greatsword.

The two dummies inched closer to each other, and the one with the greatsword moved first.