It had to be admitted that living on grass was indeed a great advantage.
A few days later, when the vocational school announced its enrollment list, Hopes came back to the school again. He looked energetic with a ruddy face while wearing his worn clothes.
He felt the sufficient life energy of the Tree of God, so he just lived under it these days. He ate the grass on the ground and some leaves that were blown down by the wind. When he was full, he either practiced martial arts or sat there for meditation.
Although he was not good at martial arts or magic, Hopes knew something of them. In the past, he had been a coward and always kept a low profile in action, so he seldom practiced them. But now he was free, and he could practice as much as he wanted.
