Chapter 38: The One Without A Finger
CREAK!
The door opened, making more noise than it had ever done. To a degree that the entire team woke up with smoke swirling in their hands. A second later, their weapons formed.
Min-ho was the last in the bunch to rise. Since he had managed to get some sleep, it was difficult to react as fast as the others. Which, in turn, made him slam his head into the top of his tent.
He fell back with a groan before crawling out of his tent while rubbing his head.
"Sae-wee?" Im-hee’s voice called out, putting everyone at ease. Though Min-ho had yet to fully grasp the situation, this affirmation put him at ease also.
"What are you wearing?" Jang-book asked.
Min-ho still had sleep in his eyes as he fumbled to his feet, unable to decide whether to rub his forehead or his eyes.
When his eyes finally opened, though, they stayed that way—as he was taken aback by Sae-wee’s new clothing.
She had changed into an attire antiquated in design yet rich in practicality. The clothing was a deep black adorned with golden patterns that trailed from her collar to her sleeves.
The top of the outfit came down like a tunic, yet this didn’t stop her from sporting trousers that covered the entirety of her legs while accentuating her curves.
Min-ho couldn’t help but stare for a second too long.