When he was young, a circus troupe once visited his neighborhood. The large tent that was set up in a clearing was the most perfect building to knock the soul out of a child.

He picked up a flier for the circus and ran to his mom. He could only go watch the circus after promising her that he’d be a good boy.

When he went inside, it wasn’t as big as he had expected. Still, though, the performance was impressive. Even though he was all grown up now, he could clearly picture it in his mind if he closed his eyes.

The sparkly clothes of the members, the tall man jumping to and fro between swings in the air, and the small woman who freely played around with sticks that were on fire.

“One, two, three! Jump, land, kick.”

Seeing the action director and Maru’s combat, he was reminded of the circus performance that day. The short spear and the sword clashed at rapid speeds. They twisted, turned, and jumped… the fight scene was on the level of acrobatics.

When Maru struck out his spear like he was fencing, the action director ducked underneath the spear and pushed him back with his shoulder.

Maru was jolted backward and rolled across the ground. Youngsun exclaimed when Maru jumped like there was a mattress on the ground. Wasn’t he scared at all?

Having rolled on the dirt, causing a cloud of dust,...