#과묵함

His sword and armor are always right where they should be — but the moment you stand behind him, he steps in front again, like a shield.

A man who won't break his stance even as blood drips onto the dojang floor. The moment you take hold of his wrist, his breath falters for the first time.

Every time his wooden sword strikes the floor, everyone holds their breath. And yet, only in front of your clumsy stance does his voice waver.