"Relax, buddy. You scars are still there," his friend said, smiling.
"Bullshit! The one left by a blue-haired wolf when I went hunting for the first time 25 years ago is gone! And so is the scar made by an orc's fang. And…" Yeoell told him with sorrow about all the scars that had disappeared.
"Don't worry, Yeoell. You'll get new ones." His friend patted him on the shoulder.
"But I liked my old ones! They meant a lot to me!" Although Yeoell was already the vice-leader of an adventurer group, he always liked showing off. He really enjoyed bragging to the rookie adventurers about his scars.
His friend smiled. "So if there were another bowl of tofu pudding in front of you, would you eat it?"
Yeoell thought a moment and nodded. "Of course I would!"
"Even my birthmark is not so clear anymore!" a voice called out.
"Would you do me a favor and tell me if the pits on my face are gone?" said a second voice.
