Chapter 111
Floa Again
Some people compare walking dozens or even hundreds of kilometers in the military to the ‘flower of training’ or ‘hell training’.
I can say with certainty that if those people came here, they wouldn’t call it hell.
Wouldn’t they call it hell grandfather?
“Huff, huff.”
“Hooooo.”
Hot breaths escaped from the mouths of my teammates.
Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads, and their breathing continued to grow rougher.
Being high-ranking hunters didn’t mean they had infinite stamina.
We were still human, after all.
If we exerted ourselves beyond a certain point, our breathing would falter.
Especially for those like Simpanchang or James, whose abilities weren’t centered around physical prowess.
‘Moreover.’
This was a march with no end in sight.
The castle ahead remained the same size no matter how much we walked, and the fear that we might be in the same spot even after a month of walking began to consume my entire body.
It was psychological terror.
“Let’s rest here for a bit.”
Finally, I stopped walking.
Right in the middle of the mountain path.
No matter how competitive this was, managing stamina was important.
In short, it was similar to a marathon.
I couldn’t afford to exhaust myself unnecessarily early on and then get overtaken by other teams.
“Simpanchang, please take charge of setting up camp. Find a spot in the shade, and anyone who needs to take care of business can do so. Also, see if you can find some food around here.”
