It had been nearly 13 days since Yato and Lucas set foot on the western mountain range.
At present, Yato sat leisurely on a stool inside of the cave near the hot spring, munching on a chicken lollipop.
As he continued to enjoy his snack, from his vantage point, he spotted a figure running uphill in his direction.
It was a young boy, approximately 16 or 17 years old. He had golden hair, resembling the sun and striking forest-green eyes.
His attire consisted of tattered black slacks, evidence of the hard training he had endured in the past few days.
On his upper body, the marks of healed bruises and scars were visible.
Despite consuming high-grade mana potions almost daily and resting his body inside of hot springs, concealing the aftermath of the abuse he had suffered proved impossible.
As the young boy reached in front of Yato, the silver-haired young man gazed into his hollow eyes and flashed with a satisfied, yet warm smile.
