Amidst the roaring, four figures appeared simultaneously on the distant beach.
Gazing at the four figures, Leon's eyes filled with sheer delight, and the swordsman from Cat Hole shouted out loud:
"Hume, little brother!"
"Beanpole Allen!"
"Shaggy Newt!"
"Fatty Tegor!"
Their advance halted for a moment, and the rising momentum came to a pause.
Tegor, stout of build and with a head like a tiger's, turned to look at the three companions beside him.
"Can I just not save him?"
"Sure."
"Definitely."
"Agreed."
The three concurred with Tegor's words and turned to leave.
However, Raymond raised his hand, sweeping the four into the encirclement as well.
"Hey, long time no see!"
"Hume, little brother!"
"Was it Peters who asked you to find me?" Leon immediately asked in excitement upon seeing his approaching junior.
"I am the senior brother!"
"You are the junior brother!"
The little cat roared in anger, correcting the error in Leon's words.
