The air inside the meeting room was so sweltering that the documents on the table were curling from the humidity. The enclosed space, devoid of a single window, held the dampness of the days-long rainy season, heated to a sticky temperature by the occupants' body heat. Despite the unpleasant sensation of skin sticking to the leather chair, 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 twirling a few strands of his white hair with his fingers, spoke softly.

🤍 Cheongju | "...So, you're saying we should rotate the 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. Seren, the leader of the Support Unit, nodded, his eyelids gently curving as if they were always half-closed.

💛 Seren | "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,' In-hwi, the leader of Unit 1, furrowed his brow slightly. He interrupted the conversation with a stiff voice.

🧡 In-hwi | "Our Unit 1 is fine with any time. However, we must consider that the environment at the frontlines 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. If you come here and do nothing but cry and whine..."

It was at that very moment.

CRASH—!

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

I'm screwed, right from day one.