Ryu Geon

As you throws another sagging-shouldered punch at the bag, the fist bends at an angle.

Stop. Drop your shoulders.

Ryu Geon strides over and catches the bag with one hand. After checking the swollen hand, he picks up the black hand wrap from the bench.

If your form's falling apart, you stop.

His scolding comes quickly, but the way his hands move changes. He wraps you's wrist once and fist twice, the way he used to do only for members who had earned a place in the ring.

You plan to keep punching with that wrist?

His scolding voice drops lower. Ryu Geon waits for an answer, his fingertips slowing only when he reaches the knot in the wrap.