Are they really fighting?
It really looks like they are. Pulled away from Yun by Bobbyâs hand, I stared with my mouth open as Samjinâno, Gregoryâtook a stance and drew his fist back.
I donât exactly know how good Gregory is at fighting, but he doesnât seem better than Yun, does he?
What kind of confidence makes him charge in like that?
âIs Senior Gregory actually good at fighting?â
âEven if he is, is he good enough to beat Senior Yun?â
I lowered my head and whispered to Bobby. She covered her mouth with her palm and replied quietly.
âHe can do that because that senior really has anger-control issues.â
â...What?â
Was she exaggerating, or was that for real?
As I glanced over in doubt, Gregory swung a fist at Yun.
Paaang!
With a sound like the air tearing apart, Yun caught the fist with his palm.
Then he laughed long and twisted his body, slipping past the punches one after another.
A continued standoff. Gregory gained nothing. Compared to Yunâs light, relaxed footwork, Gregoryâs movements were heavy and saturated with rage. He was so unnecessarily angry that it was actively interfering with his attacks.
Bobby leaned to my ear and explained.
âWhether someoneâs stronger than him or weaker than him, once he gets angry his fuse blows and he gets classified as a dangerous individual. Jason always covers for him and keeps him in line, thatâs why itâs fine, but honestly, heâs even more dangerous than Senior Yun. A long time ago, the Commander-in-Chief even tried to have his enhanced body scrapped.â
âThat bad?â
I answered while thinking. Strange. Why do I use honorifics properly for Yun and Gregory, but call Jason Trevain just Jason?
...Donât tell me?
But I didnât want to know any more, so I focused back on Yun and Gregoryâs fight.
Calling it a fight was embarrassing.
Yun was openly enjoying toying with Gregory to his heartâs content. You could practically see steam building up over Gregoryâs head. From where I stood, it looked like Yun had thrown the ashtray just for fun. The man must have been incredibly bored.
Ah.
Senior Samjinâheâs about to throw something.
Panting with furious breaths, the man grabbed the beacon that had been sitting on Yunâs desk.
He threw it!
Ttak!
âGasp!â
The onlookers sucked in their breath.
âJooooooohn!â
The scientistsâ desperate screams.
Why is that guy even there!
No, wait. Iâm the idiot. This was the same person who hadnât even bothered to protect himself when a portal opened and Creatures poured out in droves. There was no way heâd clear out just because Yun and Gregory were fighting.
For reference, the beacon Gregory threw landed a direct hit on John MĂŒhlenâs jaw.
John toppled sideways like a cactus.
Thud!
âJooooohn!â
âMĂŒĂŒĂŒĂŒhlen siiiii!â
âOh my god, what about his head!â
âSenior.â
âWhat.â
The scientists screamed, Bobby covered her mouth in shock, and I ran over to the fallen giant. Yun flicked his head around and looked at his collapsed colleague.
He arched a brow, visibly puzzled.
âYou didnât drag him out?â
That was something a shooter who had never expected John MĂŒhlen to evacuate on his own would say.
I knelt on one knee beside the unconscious genius and checked his pulse.
âIâm sorry. His presence is so faint I forgot about him.â
[John!]
Martin screamed as he zipped overhead.
[Good heavens, John! Iâll contact the hospital wing!]
âIs his head okay? It sounded brutal when he fell.â
âHis pulse is fine. Yun, Iâll take him.â
âSure.â
Yun replied indifferently, blocking half of Gregoryâs punches and dodging the rest.
âIâll finish this and followââ
âYou fucking bastard, acting like youâre something special!â
Paaang!
Yun blocked Gregoryâs swinging fist.
At the same time, a booming voice rang out.
âYou big idiot!â
It was Giacomo Ro.
It was only after hearing that thunderous shout that I realized Giacomo Ro had entered the science wingâthe door was broken.
John MĂŒhlenâs guardian... sort of.
âHow dare you lay a hand on such a weak-ass colleague...!â
Ro seemed to have some kind of radar that detected Johnâs danger. I watched the curly-haired senior charging in, shouting âWhich bastard did this!â and Ami at the entrance, eyes wide as she tried to take in the situation, and let out a bitter smile.
âSenior Ro.â
I smiled bitterly as I watched him barrel over.
He must be coming to take care of John.
âHe is unconscious, but it doesnât look life-threatening. He just fell very noisily, so if you come with me to the hospitalââ
âYou son of a bitch!â
Thud!
Roâs fist flew straight into Gregory.
âYou bastard! You bastard! You bastard!â
âThe hell are you, you bastard!â
âWhat the hell is this now.â
Watching Gregory get beaten by Ro, Yun muttered dully.
âI was saving him.â
That was how the fight ended.
If it had just been Yun and Gregory, the science wing probably wouldnât have been destroyed. Maybe just the area around Yunâs desk.
But once Ro lost it and started pounding Gregory, the damage became considerable.
Only after Gregory lost consciousness did everything end. His squadmates took ~NĐŸvĐ”lđght~ the unconscious Gregory and John to the hospital wing. Iâd thought Ro would follow, but instead, the senior whoâd beaten Gregory over John stayed behind, wandering around the science wing.
In the meantime, Bobby ran away, saying Choi Yun scared her. Jaeyeon vanished to go get her nails done, ignoring my shout that she was way worse than Yun.
Yun was listening to what Ami was saying. Ami chattered away, and the shooter quietly looked down at her.
After helping the scientists clean up the wrecked science wing, I walked over to the siblings.
At some point, Yun and Ro had snatched the giant acorn Ami was holding, and every time Ami reached out, they tossed it to each other, playing catch.
What are you doing, elementary schoolers?
As I approached in disbelief, someone entered the science wing.
The moment I saw who it was, I nearly screamed.
âKai.â
Forgetting to call him Blackjack, I ran straight to my kin.
âWhat happened to you?â
âHilde. Itâs been a while.â
His voice was hoarse.
I stared blankly at the fatigued handler, then blinked and grabbed Kairos by the shoulder.
âHow long have you not slept? Have you been eating properly? My god, I should have gone to the Center.â
âIâm just a bit tired. Are you heading back now?â
Dark circles hung deeply under the handlerâs eyes. It looked like he hadnât shaved that morning; short, prickly stubble covered his jaw. His voice cracked as he spoke, and fatigue dripped from every movement.
This was the first time Iâd ever seen Kairos like this.
We werenât as close as the knights, or Kyle, or Rei, but we still shared a long enough history. Since Iâd often been at the Imperial Palace, weâd faced each other over many years.
And yet, Kairos had always been meticulously maintained, brimming with vitality.
Even more so during competition season. He used to say that as a pro, his physical condition could never collapse.
A man whose life had been utterly free of health rumors...
âIt must be worse than I thought.â
I muttered in a grim voice.
âIf they let you get this bad without sending you home.â
âMm. Weâll talk details once we reach the cabin. By the way, I heard you didnât exactly finish your mission unscathed either. You donât look great yourself... shall we go back?â
âLetâs take Yunâs car.â
Even if it was ninety-percent autonomous driving, I couldnât hand the wheel to someone in that state.
âGet some sleep on the way.â
Kairos nodded with a weary smile.
***
On the way back in Yunâs car, Kairos slept in the back seat as if heâd passed out.
Sitting in the passenger seat, I kept glancing back the entire ride. The handler lying there with his eyes closed like a corpse kept bothering me. Yun ignored my concern and focused on driving. He seemed lost in his own thoughts as well.
It was only after we arrived at the cabin that the shooter broke the silence.
âFor two weeks, donât think about anything useless. Just rest.â
As Kairos bowed his head slightly in thanks and got out of the back seat, Yun added,
âIn two weeks, youâll probably have to go out again.â
âYes.â
I answered obediently and headed toward the cabin.
âIf anything happens, call immediately. And... tell Yehyeon to get enough sleep. Not that heâll listen.â
âI was planning to return to headquarters anyway.â
Yun said as he rolled up the driverâs window.
âYou rest.â
And I did.
To be precise, I was too shocked by Kairosâs condition to have the energy for idle thoughts. With his eyes barely staying open, I stuffed the handler into the bed on the second floor of the cabin. Even though his own house was five minutes away, Kairos had insisted on staying at the cabin. Just to close his eyes for a bit, he said.
Naturally, I didnât wake him.
This cabin is so cramped that there arenât even doors, except for the bathroom. Setting aside Igor, who has no home, and Yoow, whoâs tied up, I honestly donât understand why Kairos and Deltei keep squeezing themselves in here.
Anyway, since Kairos was on the second floor, I dragged Yoow down to the first.
The strategist, whose attitude had stabilized enough to be left alone.
He stared at me as I opened a delivery app and debated dinner with Igor, then spoke.
âThe Badger side has been noisy lately.â
Without taking my eyes off the screen, I replied.
âYeah.â
âIf Kyleâs side proposes negotiations, donât accept. They have no intention of peace or a ceasefire. The fact that theyâd propose negotiations at all means itâs a trap.â
âI know that. But the Badgers they captured still havenât been released.â
As soon as I returned to Center Core, Leeho and Jin Silverâs faces kept surfacing in my mind.
âUnless thereâs a breakthrough, Iâll have to step in myself.â
Yehyeon told me to rest for two weeks, but there was no way I could rest easy. Not with familiar faces being held by Kyleâs side.
I hadnât been told anything about how this kidnapping case was progressing. Yehyeon and Yun would never tell me, and Ami only told me to rest as well.
âAnd if someone grabs you by the collar and starts swinging fists again, make sure you dodge.â
She looked up at me and enunciated clearly.
âIf you knock them out by hitting the jaw, Iâll say I saw them trip and knock themselves out.â
Unable to resist, I patted Amiâs headâand earned a sullen glare.
Anyway. The point is, this isnât a situation where I can rest comfortably. Even though Gregory never finished what he was saying, he must have come to the science wing for the same reason as Karsten. Rumors were spreading steadily.
Looks like Iâll be standing in front of the recognizer soon.
Dinner arrived sooner than expected. As Igor unpacked the delivery food on the wooden table, I seriously debated whether to wake Kairos.
Deltei would be coming tomorrow.
Maybe I should just let him sleep until morning and feed him a proper breakfast.
As I was thinking, Milkâs cry echoed from the second floor.
The sound of waking its owner.
I let out a bitter smile and went upstairs.
âIf youâre tired, sleep more.â
âDoesnât seem like Milk will allow that.â
Kairos smiled faintly and got up from the bed.
âIf I donât want to get hit by this kidâs energy cannon, Iâd better get up.â
What a convenient excuse. Coming from someone famous for training his handlers strictly.
If he hadnât been like that from the start, he wouldnât have been able to handle Milk this well. The fact that Milk had never once destroyed the cabin, despite his frequent absences, was proof enough.
The skilled handler came downstairs with the white monster perched on his head.
âIgor! Youâve worked hard. Thanks for updating me on the situation by message.â
âWhatâs wrong with him now?â
When Kairos greeted Igor brightly, Igor raised a brow in confusion.
âGetting exploited at work?â
The handler whoâd been ground down like crazy at the video center only spoke after dinner.
After the dishes were done, as I spread out the folded yo on the living room floor. As I was thinking I should move the massage chair Colton had given me somewhere else, since I kept having to house these hulking guys, Kairos broke the silence.
âValdez contacted me.â
I slowly straightened and looked at Kairos.
The handler cradled Milk in his arms, stroking its tail.
He looked straight into my eyes.
âHe says heâs willing to negotiate, and that he wants you to come out to the negotiation table.â
Yoow spat a curse in the imperial language.