''Ugh!'' A black-haired young man crashed on a stone wall, making it crack apart, and soon the stone wall fell completely apart.
''Argh!'' The black-haired young man, with a grunt of pain, moved his limbs in a painful manner with a sizeable wound on his back, making his muscular back's skin ripped off.
He was holding a majestic-looking spear, which was in a shade of silver that almost reflected the moon's light.
Suddenly, a glass bottle appeared on his left hand, and without further ado, he drank it, and soon the green liquid started flowing down on his throat as his wounds began slowly healing.
[Host, these Potions won't last forever!]
''I am well aware...'' Ichiro said and wiped the saliva from his lips.
