By the time Jin arrived in the neighborhood, the darkness was already completely surrounded. However, the light from the streetlight standing around like a log lamp, the headlight from the car, and the bright neon sign from the nearby market kept the darkness that covered the whole world from coming closer to the ground. Jinseok, who was walking along the busy street because of the noisy noise of the eardrums, entered one of the shops. I climbed a narrow staircase, about two meters wide, and stood in front of a glass door. The landscape shines through the window. Just until an hour or two ago, there were no people in the gym who could have proven that it was never too early. He opened the door without hesitation.

When the door opened, most of the people in the gym glanced at the glass door. Jinseok took a step to the gym, where the smell of sweat shifted.

"Are you a connoisseur?"

A man who gave a member a huge meeting approached Jin, except for Meat. Jinseok smiled satisfactorily. It wasn't even a plastic surgery, but others were surprisingly unrecognizable. Admiring his satisfactory disguise, Jin took off his glasses as he did when he met the volunteer club people this morning.

"I'm a senior. Chief, I called you yesterday."

On hearing Jin's words, the movements of the man called the enema stopped for a moment. The enema, who had opened his eyes and looked from the tip of his head to the tip of his foot, came smiling brightly to see if he had just recognized the face of the truth.

"Look who it is! Are you for real?"

In the morning, the minister of volunteer club chairman Yongho's reaction and the minister who reacted in the same way as the bun bread built an internal complaint.

"Has it changed a lot?"

"Yeah, that's changed a lot. He didn't even think about pretending to be annoying until half a year ago."

"Well, I'm trying to change my mind."

In the words of Jin, the enema kept his mouth shut. The enema also knew about Jin's parents' work, so she guessed what that mood shift was.

'It has nothing to do with that.'

It seemed obvious what the enema was thinking, but Jin decided to keep his mouth shut. It was much more beneficial to be so misunderstood. The enema tried hard to calm down while clearing out the awkward atmosphere.

"Yes. Are you going back to the gym?"

"Yes. I've been stuck at home for half a year, and I feel like I'm going to frown to death."

"Yes, that's good thinking."

Dark laughter blossomed on the Minister's face as if he was happy that Jinseok would return to the gym again.

"Do you want to start now?"

"No way. No clothes, no gloves. I just stopped by to say hi today."

"Yes. Let's have a drink today. Wait in the enema room for an hour."

After saying that, the enema walked back to the person who offered the meat. The sound of beating the meat that has been restarted and the sound of crossing a rope. And it was time for Jin to go to the enema room, listening to the sound of hitting the sandbag. You see an empty sandbag in one corner. No gloves, no bandits, but Jin unconsciously stands in front of the sandbag. It was already half a year after I put my fist in the sandbag. Half a year ago, I got into a position thinking about the sandbag that was screaming because of the punch he punched. I didn't mean to do anything extraordinary. After coming to the gym after half a year, I decided to try the sandbag. After properly extending your feet, cover your face with your left fist and position your right hand at the side of your mouth so that you can reach out at any time. And then the step. The whole feeling of jumping was different. He lightly reached out his left hand and stabbed Straight in the right hand a few times. With the left foot in front of you, firmly fix the axis and rotate the right leg behind you, turning the entire body. Then, with that rotational force, reach for your right hand. and · · · · · ·.

Kuang!

With the sound of a zija pop, the sandbag in front of your eyes rises at an angle of nearly 90 degrees.

"Et?"

As I watched the sandbag disappear before my eyes, I was dumbfounded.

'Hold still. Why is the sandbag out of sight now? What the hell was that?'

He desperately tried to understand the situation by leaving his body for a moment and recovering his mind from the outside.

'Ahh! Before that.'

First, avoid the sandbags coming back.

Huff.

A sandbag that rises to close to 90 degrees conforms to the laws of physics that apply to it and flocks to Jin at a fairly rapid rate. I haven't even figured it out yet, but I dodged a tiring sandbag in front of me in a hurry. A faint breeze gusts from the sandbag passing to the side. The sandbag wiggles in front of your eyes and backwards, repeating the squeaking sound. Jinsuk carefully looks down at his fist. It must have been his fist I've always seen. But it was the first time his fist felt as strange as it is now.

What's going on? '

Half a year ago, there was no force to lift the sandbag to the ceiling for Jin. No, there's no need to search the world for such power. If so, the world will see a monstrous boxer that concludes every match with an All K.O. Of course, even though I learned boxing quite well, it was certainly impossible as a genuine position that did not fall outside the scope of amateurs. But now the impossible has happened. Despite feeling overwhelmed, Jin went to great lengths to understand the current situation.

"What! What's going on!"

Seeing the large explosion and the running enema, Jin was confused about how to deal with this situation.

Luckily, Yuyammu's case fell apart. It was fortunate that the sandbag itself was blind in the eyes of others practicing on the structure of the building. After hearing the explosion, he came to the gym in a long time and gave a ridiculous excuse to kick the rest of the sandbag. The truth could barely escape the crisis. Of course, the enema was also a long face, but you wouldn't even dream of punching the sandbag to the ceiling with your fist. After that, Jin left the gym in a hurry because he suddenly got sick, and returned home as soon as possible.

"Phew."

He lay on the bed without taking his clothes off and put his fist in front of his face. I noticed the ordinary fist I saw several times daily. It was not a fist worth showing off such strength.

'Obviously, it was an anomaly.'

I stared at him, clenching my fist in front of my eyes, and he got up out of bed. What happened to him now was definitely unusual. And there's only one suspect who could have done anything unusual to him now, unfortunately.

"What the hell are you?"

Where the gaze of the true is. Looking at the connectivity tools of the masked world that Goi would sleep in the drawer, Jin muttered indescribably.

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