When he was done practicing, he decided to take a bath by taking off his clothes, since he hadn't showered for like two days, perhaps.
"But I just finished reapplying my wound? Well, just reapply it again, I guess," Jeff muttered. As he was naked, he slowly walked to the river, cleaning himself.
He removed the grime and dirt covering him and cleaned his hair, which was filled with debris and mud.
It smelled because he was always working, making him sweaty. As he scratched his head, he swam down to immerse himself fully in the river.
Surfacing, he took a refreshing breath and repeated the process. The feeling was good, if you want to know.
"So, refreshing," he exclaimed as he just rested there for a bit.
After about five or six minutes, he went ashore, stepping on the slippery rock below the river. As he walked toward his clothes, he heard a rustling sound.
