"I hate adapting the most. I just wanted to be in my room and just do whatever I want." The young man sighed.
He was looking at the moon, as he was also admiring countless stars that encompassed the moon with different shining colors, some blinking brightly, while some blinking faintly.
The Moon almost covered his sight, as the Moon was so big. He sometimes tries to reach it out using his hands.
'Maybe the reason why the Moon was so big in my place, is that the location I was in, the earth's evolution, and maybe it was already midnight.' He was trying to deduce the reason why Moon was so big.
As the night breeze was gently breezing the trees, causing the leaves to flutter. A bald man that reflects the moon on his head could be seen lying on the branch and leaning on the tree.
"You should sleep already, it's already about past midnight and your eyes are still wide as that moon you admire. I don't tolerate procrastinators." He retorted.
"PFFT!! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Clover who looked at him suddenly laughs out loud. Well, who wouldn't laugh when his bald head reflected the moon clearly?
As the Moon shone brightly, the bald head also reflected the moon brightly. Thus, Clover didn't notice his expression becoming unsightly.
"Hump! Prepare for the incoming torture tomorrow." With that angrily remarked, he ignores Clover who laughs at him and sleeps. He will not let this kid get away with just a light punishment.
Clover had already stopped laughing when he heard those words and couldn't help but feel a shiver running through his spines. He remembered how Morgan killed the deer with his killing intent, and of course, he feel it, thus he was afraid now.
'It's no use regretting now, just take it as an advantage. Just like what happens in some novels I read, the riskier it is, the more rewarding it will be.' Clover consoled himself inwardly before admiring the moon once more and closing his eyes.
…..
The Moon was still decorating above the sky, but it was about to set.
The sun is still not going out. But a bald man was already awake and was working push up with his bare body, his reaped long sleeves combat uniform, and his t-shirt were folded and gently lying beside him.
Sweat could be seen coming out of his bare body. Some sweat on his face was dripping to the ground, but his expression wasn't fazed, as if the sweat on his face didn't irritate him.
The cold wind gently breezing to his body, but Morgan didn't feel cold at all and continued to push up,
Snore~ Snore~
Not far away from him, a young man was constantly snoring while facing the ground.
Hearing this loud voice, Morgan scoffed. He ignores it and continues doing his work.
…..
30 minutes after, the moon was about to set, and the sun was about to rise.
Morgan who was performing a plank stood up and walked to the snoring young man.
After he was near him, he took out his combat boots and his socks. His right foot then moves to his nose.
Seconds after, Clover shows a frown and turns his head sideways to ignore it. But Morgan was adamant in waking him this way and moved his foot to his nose again.
Annoyed, Clover uses his right hand to slap it – but he missed. Morgan then continued to pester Clover until Clover awoke.
He was very annoyed, he could just shout his name, and would wake up obediently, why must he use his smelly foot to wake him up?
'Was that his revenge?' Clover thought while looking at Morgan who had already turned his head and walked, he could see his back shaking, clearly, he was laughing.
Clover stood up and walked behind him. He ignores what Morgan did and just waits for instructions.
"Go do the warm-up, you should know what to do right?" Morgan then continued exercising. Now he was doing sit-ups without carpet or mat, he didn't mind the rugged face of the earth as he continued doing sit-ups.
"Of course, I performed it when I was in high school." Then Clover stands up straight and does jumping jacks.
As the trees covered them from sunlight, they continued doing exercise.
…..
Two hours after, Clover could be seen jogging in the perimeter of the river. The riverside has a space that is also rocky and has rough terrain. Ten meters away from it is the forest they were in earlier.
At the riverside, Morgan was using a fishing pole that he made and was currently looking for a fish to hunt.
In his waist was a storage bag he made using the materials of his combat uniform. In it were three fish wiggling to come out of his bag, but the bag was closed, and it was holding tightly to his waist, and thus they couldn't come out.
Huff Huff
Clover was holding on to his knees while trying to catch his breath. For a people like him, who was used to the routine 'Eat and sleep is torment to him.
What he has done in these 2 hours was very exhausting. But he had strong-willed. He always used to read novels, which some experienced this way, and achieved great things later on.
That only motivated him, and thus he continued despite the limit of his physical body.
Morgan then used his fishing pole to strike the fish who was oblivious to its death.
"Rest first, this 4 fish is enough for our breakfast and dinner. I will teach you after we eat breakfast," Morgan said as he walked to Clover that was already lying on the ground, panting.
Clover didn't reply as he closed his eyes, meditating. Morgan ignored him and continued walking through the forest, where they created a bonfire last night.
Using a rock as a foundation, he uses the straight edges to make it a table. He then put the fish with his left hand and skillfully cut the fish like a master.
Taking out the indigestible part of the fish, he pierced the fish to the stick that was cleaned already by the river.
This time he only uses two fish to be cooked by the bonfire, as the other two would be cooked later for dinner, so he stores them in a safe place, so they wouldn't get contaminated.
While waiting, he boils the water using the self-made container using the leaves. He also made a thin stone pillar using the stick, enough to keep the stone from falling.
Thus the Bonfire was covered by the top, using the stone that was used to heat the Container leaves water inside. Then the surroundings were the fish that was being cooked by the bonfire.
Satisfied by this arrangement, and confident that the bonfire would not turn into a mess, and proceeded to Clover.
Clover who was meditating was currently comprehending the limit of his physical body, the right rhythm to exercise, and the perfect exercising while limiting the excessive consequence it would bring.
He was trying to deduce the right choice, as he was afraid that by tomorrow, he couldn't exercise due to overfatigue.
He cherished his health the most, even though his previous normal routine was considered bad, he would stop if he experienced unusual things in his body.
Clover didn't notice that Morgan was already near him.
"Okay, get up, and let's eat breakfast."
"After that, I will teach you how to control your body."
After that short conversation, they walk to the bonfire and eat.