The sky was turning orange, like the shade of a tangerine, and the clouds were drifting away like a soft whisper in the wind.
Soft wind breezed through the woods, causing the wooden fingers of the tree branches to dance in the fading light.
Few animals, here and there, were beginning to emerge from their hidden spots as the day came to a close.
Birds were chirping their final songs before settling down for the night.
Tap~! Tap~! Tap~!
Walking down a dirt path, Raon and Rock were heading back to the training camp after they finished their training session.
Fang Raon looked exhausted—it wasn't a surprise—as he had endured yet another harsh, borderline torture training from Rock.
Rock, meanwhile, appeared calm and collected, as if he hadn't even broken a sweat.
"I have a question."
Fang Raon suddenly said.
"It better be a good question. I don't have time for idiotic questions."
Rock said.
