Everyone forced their gazes back at the basins…
Urgh! f**k, how do we eat this!
“Hu…”
While everyone remained silent, Harou started to move.
Eyes wide, he proceeded to pick a small animal.
Harou was very clear as to how he’d managed to get here. Since his strength was the weakest, if he couldn’t even do something like this then he felt he shouldn’t bother to stay here.
While this group training may have been a type of glory for others, it had a higher value to Harou.
He opened his mouth and took a vicious bite.
Munch, munch, munch.
Quite fresh, Harou thought as he smacked his lips. 'It's not that bad'.
He hadn’t eaten such food in quite a while. This stuff was like his Instructor had said; Martial Fighters really did need a lot of special nutrition in order to nourish their chakr
