The Conference [2]

Bang—! Bang—!

The sound of small shockwaves resounded as circular pressurized wind gales pushed outwards from the point of contact between a fist and a punching bag. 

"Haa!"

Letting out a cry, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, the instep of his foot collided against the punching bag.

Bang—!

This time, a louder sound resounded as an even more powerful shockwave swept through the private training grounds. 

Thump—!

Following the kick, the punching bag fell onto the floor as a large tear appeared by the side of its body. Black sand spilled out from it.

Lowering his head and staring at the punching bag below him, Jin's breathing was a bit rough.

Having spent the most part of the afternoon training, he was understandably tired.

"Thank you."

Grabbing onto a towel that a servant girl offered, Jin thanked her. Then, putting it on his face, he wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his face.