They were silent for a while. Chi-Woo stared at Ru Amuh in surprise, shocked that Ru Amuh was able to deduce that much from his movements alone. He couldn’t believe it, but it was a truth he couldn’t deny. Throughout his life, Chi-Woo had never cut anyone with a knife, neither had he harmed anyone or been harmed by anyone. He had grown up in a comparatively safe and low-crime country where he didn’t have to worry about such matters. And now the fact that Chi-Woo wasn’t a hero but an ordinary man who had never even held a knife before was coming to light. 

“…It doesn’t make sense.” Ru Amuh shook his head with a stunned face. “How…” He looked at Chi-Woo like he couldn’t believe it, and Chi-Woo sighed while closing his eyes. 

The truth was revealed in an unexpected way, but his heartfelt lighter. Chi-Woo thought it was time to tell the truth about himself. He thought Ru Amuh would be able to understand.

“You’re right,” Chi-Woo began, “To tell you the truth,—”

“As I thought,” Ru Amuh interrupted and said, “You’re a hero of nonviolence.”

“I’m not—what?” Chi-Woo frowned. A hero of what again? 

“I knew you were different from other heroes, and there was something that sets you apart, but…”

“?”

“But…to think that you really are a hero of nonviolence… I heard the rumors and…thought there was no way someone like that could exist.”...