In the summer, it was only natural for rain to fall.

At some point, the air in the Yi Jeong Martial Academy grew damp and musty, filled with the pungent smell of wet earth. Now, it seemed as if the smell of clothes that had only half-dried was trapped in every corner of the space, unavoidable in the humid air. After all, the academy’s academic schedule doesn’t pause just because of rain.

Would a martial artist hide from something as trivial as summer rain?
Wouldn't it be refreshing, even pleasant?

Moreover, a martial artist would not be the type …