May 7th, in Kyoto's Arashiyama.

Luggage boy Yoo Jaeha who had taken a day long flight from New York to Japan was huffing.

“Ah, it’s so hot. It’s not even summer yet.”

However, Ju-Heon who was looking around like a land speculator clicked his tongue.

“That’s why I told you to come with me to the gym. Develop your stamina. You're so weak even though you don't look like it.”

Yoo Jaeha started to grumble.

“Grr, what the hell! Captain-nim, you're not holding anything! I'm in charge of baggage! But why the hell do I have to carry your stuff too…!”
“You brought it upon yourself. So who told you to make a bet like that for no reason?”
“D, damn it. I didn’t know I would lo…no wait, you said a gym? Who was the one that went there and ended up getting ruthlessly beaten?”
“You go to a ring to get hit not to dance.”
“……”

As Yoo Jaeha thought that there was no way to defeat Ju-Heon in a battle of words…

“Charge!”

They heard the Japanese Police shouting from a distance.

Yoo Jaeha looked around in shock. They seemed to be charging toward the dense bamboo forest nearby.

The news said that this bamboo forest was where the cult’s base was located. Yoo Jaeha, who knew that was the case, started to ask urgently.

“Do you think they came to arrest the cult leader? You know, as...