Seol Jihu had no choice but to doubt his eyes when he saw a woman staggering out of the room with her hand against the wall.

She was struggling to walk not because she was ill or morbidly obese. It was because she simply had too many layers of clothes on. No, this volume couldn’t be because of having just too many clothes on.

Seol Jihu stared at the outer padding that was about to burst, and lo and behold…

“Ah.”

The woman fumbled. She immediately spread out her arms in an attempt to balance herself, and Seol Jihu quickly rushed to support her.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes.”

As the woman spoke while nodding her head…

“I’m fi—”

Tk! The catcher’s mask she was wearing fell to the ground.

“…”

The woman shut her mouth, not finishing her previous thought. Of course, Seol Jihu was at a loss for words as well.

‘What the heck is this catcher’s mask for? Why is she wearing it?’

She even had a hat on!

At this moment, his cell phone rang once more along with Phi Sora’s voice urging them to hurry.

“Hmm….”

Seol Jihu pressed his forehead. He already had a lot on his mind. Many questions were yet to be answered, but he decided to ask what he was most curious about first.

“Why… are you wearing all that?”

“To prepare for the Tutorial.”

Her voice was soft but clear. Rather than timid, she sounded empty and dry.

“To prepare for the Tutorial?”

Scanning her outfit again, Seol Jihu’s expression contorted.

It was a strange sight no matter how many times he saw it. At least her bottoms were airier than the layers upon layers of clothes that she had on above her waist.

“Did you dress like that on purpose? To increase your defense?”

The woman didn’t answer, seemingly sensing a negative connotation from his tone. She only looked up at him blankly.

Seol Jihu corrected himself.

“…Well, uh, you have great preparedness.”

“Thank you.”

She bowed politely,...