A gust of wind blew past.
The branches swayed, and the grass and leaves flew up.
When Mars woke up, it was still evening, and the sky was covered in red clouds.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up. Ron had found a thick wooden stick on the grass and was swinging it with both hands, chopping it vertically again and again.
His black hair was already soaked in sweat. It was unknown how long he had been practicing.
Mars stared at him in a daze.
Ron looked at him from the corner of his eye and stopped. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at him with a smile."You're awake."
"Yes, after I fell asleep, have you been training until now?”
Mars stared at him in a daze.
"Yeah, I guess so."
When Mars heard this, he could not help but look at him with a hint of admiration, as if it was the first time he had met this friend of his.
"I found some fruits as repayment for the bread in the morning.”
said Ron, pushing back his wet hair to avoid blocking his view.
Only then did Mars notice the pile of fruits beside him.
He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his stomach began to growl at the right time.
He immediately picked up an apple and ate it in big mouthfuls. As he ate, he said,"Ron, did you pick all these fruits?”
"Yes."
Ron continued to swing.
"Where did you pick it? The nearby fruit trees should have all been lit up.”
Mars asked curiously.
"Yes…I went into the forest a little.”
Mars 'hand paused and he looked at Ron.
"Isn't that the place where Father and Aunt Mary forbade us from going? I heard that there are a lot of fierce beasts there. Ron, where did you go?”
Ron, still swinging his club, had his back to him and said nothing.
"If Father and Aunt Mary knew about this…"
Mars lowered his hand that was holding the apple.
"It's fine if you don't tell them.”
"But…"
"Don't worry, I won't go next time. This is the only time.”
"Alright then."
…………
In the next few days.
Ron woke up early in the morning and entered the forest to train.
He would come back for breakfast, then disappear with Mars. He would return in the evening, drenched in sweat.
After a night's rest, he left the house full of energy the next morning…
This continued for more than ten days.
During this time, Harris had talked to Ron once in the morning.
After learning about his thoughts of becoming stronger.
Harris did not say anything else.
That morning, Ron checked his attributes after doing 200 push-ups.
Ron.
[Age: 8 years old]
[Vitality: 21]
Sun Breathing Technique Mastery 0%(Unmastered).
" Sixteen days of extreme training, and my Vitality only increased by 3 points…"
Ron was a little dissatisfied with the speed.
However, this speed was considered fast for an eight-year-old child who was still in the early stages of physical development.
" The intensity of the training is sufficient. Although I can't use the Sun Breath yet, just a part of it is enough for me to recover the fatigue and damage of my muscles at night.”
"Right now, the main reason is that this body has a lot of restrictions. It lacks the supply of nutrients. The bread and fruits alone are not enough for me. A lot of meat."
Ron thought.
However, where could he get the meat?
In the mountains, it was still too dangerous with his current strength. He could not deal with wild beasts at all.
In the sea…not even.
It seemed that the river was the only place left.
Ron thought to himself.
He had to make a fishing tool as soon as possible.
Which was better, a fishing rod or a fishing net?
As expected, fishing nets were better. Fishing rods were a little time-consuming.
As for the materials, he could go to the garbage station to look for them…
"Ron,"
A voice roused Ron from his reverie.
He turned around.
A tall and rough man with a full beard and a big bag on his back was standing by the roadside.
"Uncle Brian."
Ron shouted in surprise.
He was a close friend of his father, Harris, and a fisherman in the city.
"What are you doing here? Is Harris home?"
Brian said as he walked towards him.
"Dad went to the city and isn't home.”
Ron caught a whiff of fish as he approached.
"Uncle Brian, why are you looking for dad?”
"Haha, it's nothing. I just got a lot from this trip out to sea, so I came to give him a fish.”
Brian laughed.
Ron's eyes lit up.
He walked up to Brian and looked up at him."
"Uncle Brian, do you have any fishing nets that you don't want?”
" A fishing net that I don't want…"
Brian was stunned by his sudden question. He thought for a moment and said,"There are some broken and abandoned fishing nets in the warehouse. Why are you asking this?”
"Then can you give it to me?"
said Ron expectantly.
"Sure, but what do you want those junk for?”
"Fishing."
"Fishing? You can't catch fish with that kind of broken net. Forget it, since you want it, you can get it from me later.”
"Thank you, Uncle Brian. Oh right, please don't tell Father about this.“
"Alright."
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