Senior Gemu did not enjoy the current mission entrusted to him by the Carnil Mafia
He was not a hunter. He was a bodyguard, so why the hell should he waste time hunting for the Ecstasy Plum Fruit in the Great Forest of Hynonarak?
It was a waste of his Iron Flesh Style. He had submerged himself seven days and nights at the bottom of the molten iron river as a Martial Senior, imbuing his flesh with Celestial Iron, giving him extraordinary passive defensive prowess.
He ought to be protecting, either someone else or himself.
That's why he was grateful.
Grateful to his assailant for attacking him.
The attack came out of nowhere.
One moment he was treading across the forest, depressed.
And the very next?
BOOM!!
