After continuing the hunt for a few more hours, the night finally came.
Alea and Theo returned to their basecamp, where they left some tools, mostly for cooking.
Since Alea was satisfied, she cooked a full course meal for the both of them. Although it wasn't as good as his master's, it was better than average. His cooking couldn't be compared to her to be honest.
They sat in front of a small campfire, eating their meal peacefully with some crickets noises in the background.
Suddenly, Theo opened his mouth, asking the question he had this whole time. "Why did you not use your left hand earlier? I mean, even an amateur like me could see that your swing was faster, sharper, and more refined compared to your right hand's. Are you trying to take pity on me?"
Alea looked down with a sad expression.
