The regression of his Golden Ratio made Chi-Woo realize how much he lacked proper training. But did that mean all the training he had done until now was meaningless? That wasn’t the case, of course. It was because of what he had done that he was able to prevent Golden Ratio from deteriorating further, and above all, he had developed a useful habit.

Whenever Chi-Woo ran, he didn’t decide beforehand how many laps he would run, or for how long. He did that at first, but once he started running with Ru Amuh, he changed to running until he was breathless and couldn’t move his legs anymore. He ran and ran until he reached his limit. And the habit he had cultivated stuck with him even now, which was what made Chi-Hyun see Chi-Woo in a new light.

Chi-Hyun thought his brother would surely whine about his training and beg to shorten it in no time. But instead of whining, Chi-Woo seriously dived into training his lower body without any complaints. And today, Chi-Woo dropped the barbell and sat down only after he felt that it wasn’t going to get any heavier.

“…Good work,” Chi-Hyun said in a quiet voice and cleared his throat. “Rest. Let your legs recover and catch your breath.”

“Can I…practice my purification breathing…?” Chi-Woo asked with his face all scrunched up.

“It’s not a bad idea.”

As soon as Chi-Hyun gave his permission, Chi-Woo groaned and pulled himself up to get into a lotus position; it wasn’t an easy task...