They continued walking through the undergrowth for the first two hours without any complications. It was still early, so there wasn't much to worry about—but Mitsuki didn't see it that way. The backpack on his shoulders was still far too heavy for his thin, weak body. Sweat ran down his pale forehead, and his labored breathing was starting to become noticeable.
'Damn it… If it weren't for the power I can gain in this place, I never would've even thought of doing this. One way or another, I need to find a way to get stronger in the coming days. I can't end up exhausted over something as basic as carrying a backpack.'
It seemed as if his complaints echoed through the air, because Azel, who was walking ahead of him, gave him a brief glance while talking.
"The cliff was still way too high to climb, but she just jumped and reached the top. If you had seen Monar's face back then, Marco, you would've died laughing."
