When I came back I found Eun-Woo training with his hammer and shield, sharpening his moves with fierce intensity. His brow was furrowed in concentration, sweat dripping down his face as he practiced each strike and block with precision. The clang of metal echoed in the air, and I could see the determination burning in his eyes—he was preparing himself for whatever lay ahead, leaving no room for doubt.
To my pleasant surprise, Eun-Woo didn't ask any questions when he heard about an entire village being massacred over a petty feud. His usual teddy bear-like demeanor shifted into one of resolute righteousness. For a moment, I saw something different in his eyes—a flicker of pain, of understanding, like he was struggling to come to terms with what we had to do. But he didn't voice it. Maybe he understood me better than I thought. But what in this world is right... I thought grimly. Aren't we about to do the same thing as that bastard?
