The sun was at its peak. The blazing sun's rays penetrated the gaps in the thick white clouds, casting its light below.
After resting for one hour at the peak of the last mountain. The members of the hunting party were ready to continue their adventure.
They are currently sorting out the content of their backpacks and double-checking their stuff.
Fushigiro closed his backpack and patted his sore thighs. His eyes landed on Fatty's bandaged thigh, then smiled at him.
"Well, since you are currently wounded and unable to walk. I'll carry you from now on this journey."
"Is that okay?" Fatty asked hesitantly.
Andre raised his hand, causing the other to look at him. "How about I carry him? Since he's our friend and I want to at least be off to you guys."
