One, Two! One, Two!

When Kim Woong and I returned to the beach carrying the roof frame we were going to use as a sail, the Putty Party's raft had already traveled far into the distance.

They must have been rowing like their lives depended on it all this time.

Their arms must be nearly worn out after covering that distance.

Unless they were a superhuman like Kim Woong, they should be reaching the limits of their stamina by now.

I had tried rowing earlier, and it had been incredibly difficult.

No matter how hard you row, the current makes you feel as if you're advancing at a snail's pace.

I've never ridden one, but a duck boat on the Han River would probably be a hundred times faster than a raft.

Kim Woong spoke urgently from beside me.

“Benefactor, shouldn't we hurry and set off as well?”

“It's fine.”...