The next morning.
Room No. 121, Garrick Angel Inn.
As the first ray of sunlight crack through the night sky, Kiba was still sleeping. He was intoxicated and now sleeping without any care in the world.
A minute later, the chirping of the birds entered his ears. The brilliant beams of sunlight passed through the open windows and fell on his face. He unconsciously placed a hand over his eyes but more sunlight basked his face.
Having no choice, Kiba rose up. He stretched his hands while feeling the effects of a slight hangover. His powers wouldn't stop him from getting drunk if it was his own choice and will. This was why he felt such effects otherwise for someone of his strength, alcohol would be no better than water.
Kiba left the bed and walked towards the window. A gentle gust of cool breeze greeted his face as he looked out.
The chunk of lights in the sky expanded in size and sparkle. The beams were cool and rather soothing to the eyes.
