Bokkon was running through the land, looking utterly confused.
"Where did they go?" he muttered as he sprinted.
Suddenly, he leapt into the air and saw Habon standing below.
Habon noticed him and raised his eight fists, ready for battle.
"A human?"
Bokkon exclaimed in surprise, drawing his katana.
"Let's see if you're strong enough," Habon said, his voice filled with anticipation.
Bokkon dashed straight toward him with his katana and a serious face.
He slashed the katana at him, but Habon grabbed the katana using his two hands and used the other hands to punch him. But before he could punch Bokkon—
Bokkon jumped back and made distance between them. Habon looked at him and spoke in a deep voice
"Leaving your weapon, huh? Doesn't seem a good move."
Bokkon smiled. He raised his hand and clapped—and as he clapped, he appeared in front of Habon.
Habon was shocked.
Bokkon kicked him in his face, but it didn't affect him that much.
"You're weak, human," Habon said.
