A strange, overweight figure emerged from the woods.
Hair turning slightly white, a man who was at least in his fifties or sixties and much too plump was clad in tight-fitting clothes, which accentuated his fat and jiggled comically with each step he took.
"A ninja?"
Suming was dumbfounded. In broad daylight, deep within the Qinling forest, an elderly, overweight man dressed as a ninja had appeared?
What was going on?
"Mr. Sakata?"
Upon seeing the old, fat ninja, Park Jeong-ui was taken aback. He rose slowly to his feet, his thick eyebrows furrowing deeply, "How did you come to be here?"
"Good day to you, Mr. Park Jeong-ui," the portly ninja bowed slightly, "I've come to see you at the behest of Mr. Park Young-myeong."
As soon as he finished speaking, five other ninjas dressed just like Sakata emerged from the forest, but these individuals seemed much more like real ninjas, being short and lean, even slightly hunchbacked.