“How much longer are you going to take?” Mulyk was sitting outside the clinic, wearing a sleepy face. She had woken up a few minutes ago, but Hundred was still cleaning inside. And the door had been shut all this time. “I’m almost done,” Hundred’s voice came from the inside. Only the four uppermost corners remained, but they were a bit too high for him to reach even after he stood atop a stool stationed on a chair. There were spiderwebs at the corner, so he had to clean those, but it was out of his reach. So he threw the broom like a spear repeatedly and took care of the webs little by little. And he caught the broom before it fell down. “Hehe,” he felt proud that his tactic was working. “I can’t catch bullets, but I can catch brooms. Wow, that sounded nice.” After the dry dirt and webs were taken care of, he switched to using a wet mop. He quickly took care of three corners and was working at the fourth corner, the one near the door.