After the battle concluded, little Myah was both sleepy and exhausted.
His body feels empty, deprived of any ounce of strength.
The feeling of being depleted of spirit energy didn't feel good in any way. Moreover, now that he has time to think about it, the little guy regretted wasting his spirit energy so recklessly. However, he might still choose to do it again if another opportunity arises.
'Hehe... Blasting energy attacks felt so addicting, but it made me so tired.' Little Myah chuckled and thought to himself.
Even now, he could still feel the rush—the thrill of battle.
Growl~
'Oh no, I'm so hungry...'
Even with the aid of Spirit Stones, it would probably take Myah a few days to replenish the loss spirit energy in his soul sea.
From the beginning to end, despite the battle only lasting for a few minutes while he struggled most of the fight, Myah could feel that his understanding of his spear technique had improved slightly.
Although the improvement was almost negligible, it equaled more than a few days of regular training sessions. As previously mentioned, the Foundation Spear Arts were hard to master.
As the saying goes, actual combat is the truest way to go.
'By the way, Bumpkin, your coat is so rough and hard now. I miss the softness from before. Hey, can't you turn back like before?' Myah leaned on Bumpkin's back but realized it wasn't as comfy as it used to be.
He pouted.
Bumpkin: "Neighuff!" (No, I'm more handsome this way! And I don't have that kind of incredible ability. Don't hold that high of an expectation from me.)
Then, Bumpkin turned its head and gave little Myah a proud look before licking his face intimately.
"Yaa—Ewww. Bumpkin!"
...
Leaving the battleground, Myah quickly went toward the waiting area. Then, the little guy promptly took out a small container of healing balm from his mini pocket and applied it onto Bumpkin's wounds.
Despite possessing the innate talent
Necessary treatment is required to speed up the recovery.
After Myah claimed the reward of 2 low-grade Spirit Stones for his victory, Mu Suyin carried him back to the inn to recuperate.
As for Bumpkin, it had gobbled one low-grade Spirit Stone prior before resting inside the Moon Shrine Bracelet along with Caramel.
While on the way back, Mu Suyin stopped by a shop and bought a Rank 1 storage tool in the form of a ring for convenience purposes. Compared to a beast storage device, the storage tool was multiple times cheaper.
And for clarification, a Rank 1 storage tool's storage space varied due to the maker's skill. The one she bought was of medium quality based on its capacity, which cost 250 low-grade Spirit Stones. If she had bought one of inferior quality, it would be much cheaper. But then the space would be too small.
250 low-grade Spirit Stones—it wasn't too bad of a deal in a place like Yellow Town.
Although the space inside the ring was only about two cubic meters, it would make things much more convenient later.
"Grandma, can you buy me a storage tool too? The bracelet you gave me can't store anything else other than Bumpkin and Caramel." Myah pleaded cheekily after they had exited the shop.
"What?" Mu Suyinn briefly looked at him and asked, "Did you recover your spirit already?"
"No, not yet. But anyway, grandma, wouldn't it be awesome if I could keep away my spear and other necessities? The spear is so heavy. I have many things, and my pocket is so little." The little guy hugged her neck and asked cutely, "Can you buy me a storage tool?"
"Hehehe, don't you think I'm smart?"
"No." She rejected bluntly before saying, "You need to work and buy it for yourself in the future. Be more responsible. Otherwise, how will you survive as an Adventurer? Do you think I can watch over you all the time?"
Myah was confused, "What do y—"
But before he could say anything else, his word was cut short.
In an instant, Myah's dainty cute face swiftly changed into an aggrieved one. Unknowingly, Mu Suyinn had pinched his thigh and reprimanded him nonstop while also mentioning a little bit of everything.
And there was almost no end to it once it had begun.
"Ahhh! No, okay, stop! It hurt! Ahhh—"
...
Elsewhere, an old midget elder with a bald head, wrinkled face, white goat beard, and a fluffy mustache casually walked into the main office of Yellow Town's Adventure Association.
Clad in a green patterned turtle robe, he looks rather majestic and dignified—like a person who has experienced all the struggles in life.
Sitting down with his back leaned against the chair, the old midget elder's brows squirmed uncomfortably as he skimmed at the table in front.
"Tut, tut... I only go to broaden my horizon and aspiration of life for a few days. What is with this mess? This amount of paper works is simply unbelievable ah!" The old man lamented with a pitiful expression, and he felt like dying from the inside.
The wooden table in front of him was stacked with thick piles of paper that almost touched the ceiling. Just the sight of it pained his stomach immensely.
A few seconds later—
Just as the old man moved his wrinkled hand into his secret pocket, the door to the office was creaked open without any warning. He was shocked. Before his seat even dispersed from the forsaken coldness, yet new problems had already come knocking.
'What a pain in the donkey.' He cussed.
It was as if a nightmare had come to life. A familiar voice sounded.
"Master Turtle! Where have you been?" Elena walked into the room with an irked look on her face.
The moment she heard that he was back at the office, she has rushed over immediately with another two huge stacks of documents.