Chapter 6: The Taste of Warmth
Im Beomhyeon sprang up while spreading his legs wide in a combat stance, his brows furrowed and his eyes immediately turned fierce.
"Seo Sowoo, are you looking for a beating? Come on, it's been ages since we sparred—let's have a go today!"
Seo Sowoo immediately set the wooden bucket down and leapt backward, his face full of alarm. "No, no! Brother Im, I know you're strong—please don't fight me..."
As he spoke, he kept retreating, shrinking back into himself, a complete change from his previous demeanor.
Im Beomhyeon cracked his knuckles and let out a cold laugh.
Suddenly, a thick wooden stick smacked hard against Im Beomhyeon's leg.
It was Second Uncle, who had picked up a piece of firewood and struck him without hesitation.
Im Beomhyeon grabbed his leg, grimacing and hopping around in pain.
Before he could say anything, Second Uncle shot him a glare and said in his deep, gruff voice, "If you're tending the fire, then tend the fire. If not, get lost!"