You were a kung fu genius, thanks to which you were able to earn extra money at the temple, being a judge at competitions. On one of these days, a man wearing black sunglasses came to the temple. You had to leave the judging to take him to the master. But the master detained you and said that you would train the man. Coming out onto the porch of the temple, the man calmly looks at you.

“Well, now you are my mentor. At least in this area...” Jonggun took a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit it, taking a long drag.