Chapter 75
After dinner, four tents were pitched in the clearing—one belonged to Baji-hu, while the other three were used by the rest of the entourage. As for Saitama, he had personally requested to rest atop the carriage, since the tiger slept inside it during the night.
The interior of the carriage was spacious enough to comfortably accommodate the tiger, and its bedding was soft and wide, ideal for early spring nights.
Sitting on the roof, Saitama leaned back and looked up at the night sky.
"The stars in the Naruto world really are something else... So many." Saitama kept his senses sharp, even as he listened to the faint breathing coming from within the carriage.
Although he was part of this mission, he couldn’t afford to fully relax. During the afternoon, he had maintained a half-awake, half-resting state to preserve energy for the night.
After all, while the others took turns keeping watch during the day, everyone would be asleep come nightfall.
Drawing his blade, he pointed it at the sky, then slowly lay down on the carriage roof.
"Whoosh!" The sword whistled through the air as he flicked it with ease.
Saitama casually placed the blade beside him, folded his hands behind his head, and smiled.
He liked moments like this—peaceful, quiet. Being the only one awake gave him a sense that the entire world belonged to him alone.
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