It’s almost noon, so as the clinic is closed for a brief time, Sungho goes out to buy lunch for everybody. Eunwoo said he wasn’t going to eat with them, so Sungho only needs to buy a little extra for Yong’s little brother. 

As he is waiting by the stall for the food to be packed, a hand touches his shoulders and turns him around. 

“Your Highness,” a tidal wave scar man in blue whispers with a deafening expression. “It’s really you.”

Sungho pushes the palm of his hand against the man’s mouth, “Shut your mouth. I’m not that person anymore. My mother and I have left that life behind. Move along. You didn’t see me here today.”

“Your uncle is nearby. I’m sure he’ll want to meet both your mother and you,” the tidal wave scar man softens his look at the teenage boy. 

“We will not meet him. If you don’t mind, I have a life to live.” Sungho turns around to grab the food, thanks the stall owner, and leaves the man in blue clothes. 

Before long, a man in green comes and says, “We found Song Minjun’s husband. We’ve moved him to the reserved room.”

“Let go.”

As they walk, the man in green asks, “Why were you standing back there in a daze?”

“I saw…” He glances at his comrade and whispers, “I saw the King’s eldest grandson. He seems to be doing well, but refuses to meet with the Lord.”

They stop in the middle of the road with dried throats. The busy street somehow becomes quiet as they stare at one another in awe. But in the next second, they catch themselves and continue toward the meeting place with Eunwoo.

The room isn’t particularly large, but the walls are thick. Without any windows, it feels like a completely different space. Eunwoo sits alone on one side of a long table while four sit before him and six more behind those four. 

Eunwoo’s hands are sweaty and his heart ceases to slow down. He has prepared for meeting six men, not ten in the room and how many more outside. He only knows that he has to be very careful with both his words and actions. 

The door opens and another set of men in green and blue enter. They sit by the table with the four. These six are the ones who came to his house the day before yesterday. The door closes and only Eunwoo’s breaths are heard. 

“Another more important matter has arised. We will be quick. How did you sense the Red Shaman’s gi?”

Eunwoo holds in his laughter. They really are Power Rangers. He places his hand on the table for all of them to see, “I didn't. I assumed he could weld fire from thin air because of his clothes and arrogance. And I personally think you can control water or perhaps the weather because the rain two days ago wasn’t normal.”

They each look at their clothes and sigh. It is the purpose of their uniforms. However, they never thought a random person could guess it so easily.

“Do you know how it works?” The tidal wave scar man raises his eyebrows. 

Eunwoo looks past each one of them and replies, “May I see it first?”

The Red Shaman received the go ahead from the tidal wave scar man. He places his elbow onto the table and flicks his wrist. Fire blooms at the palm of his hand. It flickers and radiates heat like a real source.

“Do you need to flick your hand?” 

“No?” The Red Shaman brings out his other hand and makes fire without flicking his wrist. 

“Can you make it hotter?”

And the flames grow.

“Can you make it cooler?”

And the flames shrink.

Eunwoo narrows his gaze at the flames, “That’s not exactly what I asked, but it did kind of do it.”

“What do you mean? You said make it hotter so I made it hotter! Then you said to make it cooler so I did that!” The Red Shaman almost jumps up to attack Eunwoo but the rest hold him down. 

“Did he not make it hotter and then cooler?” The tidal wave scar man in blue asks.

“Yes and no.” Eunwoo shakes his head. “What he changed was the size of the flame. But when he made it cooler, it was in fact just smaller.”

“Is that not the attribute of what makes a flame hotter and cooler?”

Eunwoo thinks hard and shakes his head. He says to the tidal wave scar man, “Can I see how you manipulate water?”

“The fire has made the air dry. I can’t make water at this moment.” 

The man from the future smiles with satisfaction. They ask him, “Did you figure it out?”

“Not quite… Let me ask you, can you control the ink?” Eunwoo points to the ink bowl next to some papers in the middle of the table. 

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“It’s still water blackened by a dye. Since I can control water, I can control ink.”

“So anything that flows, you can control?” The man nods, so Eunwoo continues, “What about oil? Or the blood in my veins?”

The group of men looks uncomfortable. Nonetheless, the answer is, “I can control oil but not blood.”

“Why is that? Oil does not mix in water. But you can mix blood in water like dirt and water make mud.” 

They think hard about what Eunwoo said. It is true that oil doesn’t mix with water and blood does. The two men in blue try to lift a finger underneath the table or behind their back to move the oil in the oil lamp, but are unable to. The tidal wave scar man turns to look at his subordinate and pupil and see the same face he is wearing. Have they lost their ability to weld oil?

Eunwoo sighs, bringing in their attention. He turns one of his hands over and some oil swims through the air from the lamp. Then he turns the other hand, flame kindles and bursts from thin air. His knowledge of physics and chemistry has finally come in handy. 

The six men in the back gasp. The six men at the table grind their teeth in frustration. 

“This is how you make the flame hotter… And cooler.” Eunwoo demonstrates the difference between his and the Red Shaman’s flame control by changing the colors from slightly hotter blue to slightly cooler red.

The Red Shaman who has always been hot headed stands up. However and once again, he is stopped by his comrades. The tidal wave scar man asks Eunwoo, “How are you able to weld oil if it’s not water? And how are you able to weld both fire and oil when this is the first time you’ve seen it?”

“Shamanism is not a formalized system of belief or ideology. It changes from Shaman to Shaman, but they all work. Why is that? You believe that anything that flows is water and thus you can control. But when you are brought to doubt that oil is not water, you’re unable to weld it anymore. So, that means somehow the power of shamanism is mutable, dynamic, even evolution. This is shamanism’s most formidable ability and also its scariest.”

“Then you understand how fire is started?”

Eunwoo laughs, “Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t make the fire hotter but only bigger.”

“You asshole!” The Red Shaman shouts and hauls himself on top of the table to punch Eunwoo. 

Eunwoo, who couldn’t let the Red Shaman get a free hit, returns the favor with an undercut to the Red Shaman’s left jaw. He uses a wrestling technique to keep the Red Shaman from attacking him further. 

The rest of the eleven men surround Eunwoo and the Red Shaman. They demand, “Let him go. You can’t fight all twelve of us by yourself even if you can control all five disciplines or any arcane disciplines. Let’s end this for today. We will see each other again anyway.”