Chapter 27: From Farewell to Fists ( 27 )
The next morning, Hazuki woke up with a splitting headache, groaning as he slowly sat up from the pile of hay in the stable.
His head pounded like a drum, his throat dry as sandpaper. Damn... hangovers suck.
As his blurry vision cleared, he saw Zaben, Ahlem, and the others standing in front of him, smirking.
"Heh, some so-called 'soon-to-be legendary hero'..." Zaben chuckled.
"Oh, shut up..." Hazuki held his head, wincing. "Damn, your voices are ringing in my skull."
Zaben crossed his arms. "Yo, Crazy Guy. We're heading back to our hometown after this. Just wanted to see you one last time."
Hazuki blinked. "Oh? Can I come?"
Zaben snorted. "No can do, Crazy Guy. Our uncle's the one with the carriage, and we're all following him."
"Ugh, fine..."
Still groggy, Hazuki pushed himself up, stretching his stiff limbs.
Without warning, Zaben and the others stepped in and pulled him into a firm hug—well, more like a rough, manly shoulder hug.