The next day, a guest arrived at the White Dragon Hall to see Geosang-ung.
"Geosang-ung!"
Geosang-ung, who was practicing martial arts alone, turned around at the call.
He smiled widely and greeted the visitor.
"Yang-sunbae! You came!"
At that moment, the man called Yang-sunbae flinched and stepped back.
Geosang-ung's expression was the brightest he had seen in years.
Yang Jin muttered with a flustered face, "I heard you had a fit at the inn... Are you okay?"
Geosang-ung laughed, his slightly reduced belly jiggling.
"Hahaha! That was a few days ago. I'm fine now. You didn't have to come all the way here to visit me."
"…Still, how could I not come? I heard from your father and rushed over. Here, take this."
Yang Jin awkwardly handed over a gift for the visit.
It was a snack that Geosang-ung usually enjoyed.
However, Geosang-ung didn't even glance at the food and said, "That's fine, just come in. I'll show you to the guest room."
"Uh? Oh... Okay."
A little later, Yang Jin sat facing Geosang-ung in the guest room.
'This guy...'
Geosang-ung, whom he hadn't seen in a few days, had changed beyond recognition.
His cheeks, which had always been greasy, were a bit slimmer, and the baggy clothes he used to wear were replaced with a well-fitted black martial outfit.
Above all, that expression.