Time passed. The sun set, and dusk began to settle. As the city started its preparations for the night, people from the area began to return to their homes one by one. But they all soon stood in the yard to stare at a young man swinging his club crazily while being soaked in sweat. Ever since the mysterious woman named Byeok came and instructed him, Chi-Woo had been swinging his ghost-busting club for several hours now. He swung up, down, left, right, and forward, but didn’t appear satisfied with any of his attempts.

Hmp! Hmp!

He simply sliced through the air meaninglessly and felt nothing but the wind’s resistance against his palms. After that one time, he hadn’t gotten the sensation of splitting the air again.

‘Why won’t it work?’ He tried to replicate the same stance as before, but it was hopeless. Chi-Woo knew there was surely something else he needed to do, but he didn’t know what that was.

‘How many times did I swing?’ Chi-Woo had given up on counting since he was told to swing not just a thousand times, but a meaningful thousand times. But he probably passed the thousandth mark on swing count alone. Chi-Woo felt a bit drained. If Byeok had given him a count every time he swung properly, he would’ve at least been encouraged to meet his goal, but Byeok remained silent. She didn’t even glance at him and simply flipped through documents while lying on the porch. He felt lost as if he was struggling in a vast, open sea.

‘What do I need to do…?’ Chi-Woo had actually asked Byeok once because he couldn’t figure it out no matter what....