With a creak, the door opened.
A haggard old man walked in, his hair as messy as withered grass. His cheekbones protruded, his eyes were sunken, and his gaze looked slightly tired. He was wearing an old black and red suit, without a top hat.
"You're here?"
Casio turned around after opening the door and picked up the bath towel on the chair.
The veteran hunter Hebu looked at Casio's broad back, which was as solid as a wall, and thought about the changes of the past week. Every time he saw Casio, he felt that Casio's body was much stronger, visibly bulking up.
The faint sense of danger radiating from him was becoming more intense.
It was a domineering force emanating from the source of life.
With a snap, Old Hebu closed the door and lamented.
"Your physical body has become much stronger in just two days..."
Casio clenched his fist, where veins popped out, and shook his head: "It's not strong enough yet, it's just barely usable..."
