Grrrr—!!
My stomach growled vehemently with hunger as I arrived at the snowy meadow where we were staying.
"You're back," Leo remarked, his voice calm and nonchalant.
He sat on a stool with a crackling campfire in front of him, relishing a steaming bowl of chicken soup clasped in his hands.
…This guy!
Here I am, on the verge of starvation, and he's eating chicken soup! Huh?!
Gaah! I swear to god— No, not god... I swear to myself that I will kill him one day!
Leo rose from his seat, extinguished the fire, and quickly finished the soup before stowing away the empty bowl in his dimensional ring.
Then he summoned the black spear into his grasp and he turned to face me.
"Today, we will spar again," declared Leo.
"Again?" I frowned in displeasure.
We have been engaging in sparring sessions almost every single day since we came to this place.
