It seems that Bangchan grew up with her. They got into this school as children, he was older than her and protected her. Then the roles changed, and then they stopped doing it altogether. It's like they're strangers now. Two squad leaders, two honored fighters. But no longer those two naive children who swore to be there no matter what. But Bangchan remembers the oath.

Today, the mission was crowned with success, as always, but the superiors were dissatisfied with the detachment. It's already night, Chan stayed to practice in the gym when he saw her. She was lying on the floor with her hand pressed to her side. Apparently, the old habits of her coach have not passed even now. He squatted down next to her and touched her hand, removing it from her side to inspect the place of the blows.

"And is it deserved? Or have you taken all the blame on yourself again?"