Childhood Friend of the Zenith

"I have to ask something since I don’t know."

Late at night, after the third round of the martial tournament.

I was watching Paejon, who was training alone in the practice grounds, and asked,

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

"What did you just say, punk?"

Paejon, who was lifting a boulder the size of a room, turned to look at me.

His expression was more baffled than angry.

"So now you're cussing at your master, huh?"

"No, that’s not it..."

I stopped mid-sentence and swung my fist.

—Whoosh!

—Crash!