A Diplomatic Twist

At a large set of apple trees where the orchard was at its densest, Chul-woo, Woo-jin, and Dae-hyun was standing near a destroyed rope bridge. The thinnest parts of the ropes that once spanned two tree platforms were now laying tangled on the ground floor. The wooden platform had crumbled in the fall.

Chul-woo let out an exhalation, he wiped his sweat off his glistening forehead. "We were balancing on top of the platform when the ropes suddenly broke away. It's a good thing that we were able to jump off before the whole thing fell over."

Dae-hyun pushed over a broken wooden slat with his foot. "Uhm… I do not know about you guys, but this to me definitely feels like it was done intentional. This section did not feel weak yesterday."