En Moeyo was training in the temple atop the mountain near Marchen Kingdom; the sky slowly darkening as the sun gradually set along the horizon. It was a normal thing for En Moeyo to practice and train late into the evening, but that didn't mean he didn't get worn out.

The red-haired man was sitting beside one of the punching bags, chugging a water bottle and trying to catch his breath. His brother, Ten Ucho, had gone home already, so it was only Moeyo in the temple.