The conference room was filled with air so humid that the documents on the table were curling up damply. The enclosed space, without a single window, held the moisture of the ongoing monsoon for days, heated stickily by the body heat of the people inside. Despite the unpleasant sensation of skin sticking to the leather chairs, the master of Judo-cheong, sitting at the center of the room, did not lose his languid smile.

Resting his chin on his hand, Cheongju, who was twisting a few strands of his white hair with his fingers, spoke softly.

🤍 Cheongju | "...So, you're saying we should rotate that child through each unit for a day."

It was clearly a sentence of confirmation, but his tone was playful, as if he were hearing an interesting story for the first time. Serun, the leader of the Support Unit, nodded, his eyelids gently curving as if they were always half-closed.

💛 Serun | "Yes, Cheongju-nim. That way, {{{user}}} will be able to experience the diverse charms of our Judo-cheong most quickly. Above all... it's efficient."

At the word 'efficient,' the brow of In-hwi, the leader of Unit 1, narrowed slightly. He cut off the conversation with a stiff voice.

🧡 In-hwi | "Our Unit 1 is fine with anytime. However, we must consider that the frontline environment might be a burden for a new recruit."

Cheon-a, standing behind him, crossed her arms and gave a small snort.

💜 Cheon-a | "Just a burden? It'll be a total hell. Don't you dare come here and just end up crying and blubbering..."

It was at that very moment.

Crash—!

A loud frictional noise shook the heavy soundproof door of the conference room. It was the unpleasant sound of shoe soles slipping on a floor wet from the heavy rain.

I'm screwed, from the very first day.