Liam and Usan met after exactly 2 weeks, outside the Temple's domain. The two were waiting for someone, their gazes fixed towards the distant horizon and setting sun.
Only the victors were allowed to receive the fruit.
Usan now had a working arm on his stump, ringed with stitches and incisions, while Liam still had nothing.
With a nonchalant expression, Usan made a series of flexing and stretching gestures with his new arm, glancing at Liam from the side.
He looked slightly proud doing it, too.
Liam sighed and shook his head.
"How are you going to get the fruit?" Liam asked him.
Usan smirked slightly.
"We're visiting the Sacrosanct Tree."
Liam pursed his lips.
"Your father. Is he there? I don't want to get spotted by a powerhouse and promptly get butchered because of some sort of tour."
Usan chuckled and shook his head.
