"I? I'm a soldier and got a lot of scars like these on the battlefield," Song Yun said seriously. "Don't underestimate these scars—they represent my glory."
"You're bragging, right? We're in times of peace, aren't we? Where are there still battlefields?"
"You're underestimating the world. Where there are people, there is the Martial World, and where there is a Martial World, there is strife. Surely such strife won't be visible to you all. We go on secret missions. Look at this scar—this is where a bullet went in, and I had to use my military knife to take it out myself. Now look at this one…" Song Yun began to boast about his experiences, mixing truth and lies as he told the group of women.
The girls looked at Song Yun with adoring eyes. "You're such a man, we just love you military guys."
