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"Guess being a firefighter must be much harder," his eyes landed on his own bandaged knuckles, before they met Minho's in the search for something even he himself did not know exactly just yet. "I'm wondering why you've chosen such a job though."

"Yes?" A short response yet was suffice to signal Minho that he was ready to answer whatever questions Minho might come up with, probably about the antic knife that he had just introduced to the fireman.

"I actually get a few things you can carry now., like those." He pointed at the awaiting equipment across the room, namely the battling ropes and some barbells right next to them. Those were upgraded to fit those who needed some extra-extra workout. Looking back at the brawny demigod, he flashed a friendly smile. "Feel free to pick your poison, man."