I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I walked back to the resting area where Evan was sprawled out on the bed, and I slapped him on the cheek.

“Evan, the sun’s up,” I said. “We need to get going.”

“Ugh...” He groaned and opened his eyes groggily while yawning wide. “Morning... You're up early.”

“...Yeah.”

Even though I hadn't slept at all, I felt better than I had in a long time. My head felt clearer now.

“Come on, let's get moving before people wake up,” I said.

Evan rubbed his face like a lazy cat. “Give me a little to clean myself up...”

Had this guy always been this weak to mornings?

I remembered him being something of an early bird in the training camp... but then again, that place could whip even the laziest person into shape.