Chapter 25

“Hamin, are you really going to fight, too?” “Yeah!” I watched Hamin roll up his sleeves and rubbed my brow. I’d brought him in because I needed him, but he’s seven… right? Is it really okay to make him do this? Shouldn’t he be at home laughing at cartoons with his penguin friends or something? Is this kind of thing actually okay for a kid’s mental health? I had a lot I wanted to say, but both the guardian and the kid himself said it was fine, so I couldn’t nitpick. It wasn’t like he was insisting no matter what. He’d said he would back out if he got scared.