Chapter 180
For the following days, we trained and sparred, pushing our limits to the core. The adrenaline of combat, coupled with our camaraderie, forged a bond that felt unbreakable. We moved and lived alongside the townsfolk, and as time passed, we became increasingly integrated into their daily lives.
I lost track of how many weeks we had spent here. Explosions occasionally rattled near, and monsters continued to attack from time to time. Each time, we banded together with the residents to resolve any troubles that arose.
Under Cypher’s leadership, the townsfolk were able to take a stand against Levi’s corrupt subordinates. Those who had thrived on misdeeds found themselves chased out, their influence weakened through the power of voting that Cypher had established. It was a sight to behold as the hierarchical system that kept the town in fear began to dissolve, replaced by an atmosphere of hope and unity.
As time wore on, our bond with the townsfolk deepened. Whitney became a fixture among the residents, always on the lookout for someone she believed could be an ancestor of a notable figure. Angela spent her days playing with the local children, her laughter ringing through the air like bells. Rex worked tirelessly to regain his strength, pushing himself in the training sessions, while Christian engaged the residents in heartfelt conversations, listening to their stories and histories. Edge had even formed his own crew, filled with the strongest among the townsfolk, and inspiring them to be more than they ever imagined.
For my part, I found myself lying on the grassy ground next to a tree, taking a short moment of peace. My hunting duties had been completed a while ago, and I no longer had an immediate task to occupy myself with.
"Umm, your name’s Remillia, right?" The soft voice broke through my reverie.
I opened one eye to see Morton standing above me, looking both curious and hopeful.
"Yes, why?" I replied, still sprawled out on the grass.
"I heard from Cypher that you’re stronger than him," he said, hesitating for a moment. "I want you to have a spar with me."
I opened both eyes fully, sitting up and leaning against the tree trunk. "Why?"
Morton scratched his head, clearly nervous. "It’s fine if you don’t want to spar; I just want to know how strong you really are."