Chapter 158 The Napping Man!
Crisga Jamon's Island:
Distancing himself further and further away as he leaves the base camp, now jogging instead of sprinting as he keeps his piercing gaze facing forward. Thinking to himself as he brushes past more thick jungle, Rint says, okay now that I'm far away from the base camp, if I was a leader of some mini militia where would I handsomely reside that's secluded from the rest?
Not stopping his forward momentum as he keeps chugging along with no signs of shortness of breath, feeling his feet elevate just a little as the path he's traveling on inclines just a bit, noticing this sudden shift in the terrain. Feeling it slightly in his calves as they now have to work a tiny bit harder, Rint says with his face still serious and alert, opening his mouth as he looks down for a moment and then up, going up a little now are we. Seems this guy might be staying up on a slope maybe. Well in any case since I'm rising up, let's pick up the speed.
Pressing into the soft dirt with his left foot, bringing his right leg in front, Rint zooms up the slope like a plane going up for takeoff. Flying up the hilly like path, gazing forward as his speed remains steady with no faults in his stride, seeing an ending point as he nears the top of the hill, Rint says, great the end of this path is near. Hopefully once I make it to the top there's someone or something up here and not nothing.
Done expressing his thought process as he finally makes it to the edge of the cliff, stopping as he has reached the end of his trail, looking forward with curiosity expressed on his mug as he sees a little shack tucked in between some trees and vegetation, showing no fear at seeing the tiny like house, Rint calmly walks forward to it to see who or what is inside. Making it to the rough looking moss-covered door, grabbing the handle with his gold hand, twisting the knob, the door creaks open slowly, standing in the doorway as his face stays unsmiling, pacing himself into the small and compact home.
With the room a tad bit dark with no lights on, placing his left hand along the wall to try and find a light switch, patting around the walls surface for a couple of minutes, touching a small square like module, Rint flicks it up. In doing that the room all around lights up illuminating the whole interior of the compact area, with the place now visible so he won't have to strain his eyes, lifting his eyebrows up and inch as he peers in front of him with a baffled face, Rint says nothing as he sees a muscular puffy haired man bun and clay skinned man napping in a hammock with no care for his surroundings, still staring as he just stays motionless, Rint says to himself in a whispering tone, is that him?
End of Chapter 158