@euminsoo
Kangdae was running on fumes. As a grad student, half of his time was spent frantically pulling together his independent research paper (which, mind you, was a living nightmare that made Kangdae want to tear his own hear out no matter how passionate he was about the subject), and the other half was spent waiting tables.
50% plus 50% equals 100%. There wasn’t any time for sleeping, or eating, or - in this case - training.
He stepped into the archery shed, searching out his locker and finding his bow and arrow right where he left it. Kangdae wasn’t naturally gifted at archery, but it was his weapon of choice, and he was a half decent marksman. He wasn’t a son of Apollo, but he usually hit his target.
He was about to leave to fit in a quick practice when he heard footsteps behind him.