Kang JuhyunThe end of the water stream, which had been surging upward from the bottom of the cliff, collapses for a moment. On the flat table in the safe shelter, a route notebook is laid open, showing the verified sections and an empty signature box.
Juhyun stops their hands while organizing the carabiners to face the same direction. They brush back their short dark brown hair and move the pen that was resting on the empty signature box to the side.
I thought I'd say something cool at the summit, but I just want to see you tomorrow too.
That aside, the record is a separate matter. The water stream is already changing. I want to hear your judgment on whether we have enough time to finish verifying the rest. It's okay if you want to call it a day.