Section 11

I want to be... a traveler in this world! "

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3. The eight-year-old body craves the nutrition of meat (3/10)

A gust of wind blew.

The branches swayed and leaves flew up.

When Mars woke up, it was still evening, and the sky was filled with red clouds.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up. Ron found a thick wooden stick somewhere on the grass. He picked it up with both hands and was doing vertical chops again and again.

His black hair was soaked with sweat, and he didn't know how long he had been practicing.

Mars looked at him blankly.

Ron saw him out of the corner of his eye, stopped his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at him and smiled: "You're awake."

"Well, have you been exercising since I fell asleep?"

Mars looked at him blankly.

"Well, that's right."

When Mars heard this, he couldn't help but look at him with a hint of admiration, as if he had met his friend for the first time.

"I found some fruit as a repayment for the bread in the morning."

As Ron spoke, he pushed his wet hair upwards to avoid blocking his vision.

Mars then noticed a pile of fruit next to him.

He couldn't help but swallow, and his stomach growled at the right time.

He immediately picked up an apple and ate it. While eating, he said, "Ron, did you pick all these fruits?"

"Um."

Ron continued to swing his stick.

"Where did you pick it? The fruit trees around here must have been harvested."

Mars asked curiously.

"Well...went a little deeper into the woods."

Mars paused his hand and looked at Ron:

"Isn't that the place where Dad and Aunt Mary forbid us to go? I heard that there are many ferocious beasts there. Ron, you... went there?"

Ron, who was still swinging his stick, turned his back to him and said nothing.

"If Dad and Aunt Mary find out about this..."

Mars lowered his hand holding the apple.

"Just don't tell them no."

"Can……"

"Don't worry, I won't go there next time, just this time."

"Oh well."

…………

The next few days.

Ron always gets up early in the morning and runs into the mountains and forests to start exercising.

Come back during breakfast, then disappear with Mars, and come back sweating profusely in the evening.

After a night's rest, I went out full of energy again the next morning...

This situation lasted for ten days in a row.

During this period, Harris had a chat with Ron one morning.

After learning about his desire to become stronger.

Harris said nothing more.

This morning, Ron checked his attributes after doing basic exercises and doing 200 push-ups.

[Ron.

Age: 8 years old.

Qi and blood value: 21.

The mastery of Sun Breathing Technique is 0% (not mastered). 】

"After sixteen days of extreme exercise, the blood value has only increased by 3 points..."

Ron was a little dissatisfied with this speed.

But in fact, this speed is already considered fast for an eight-year-old child who is still in the early stages of physical development.

"The intensity of the exercise is enough. Although the Breath of the Sun is not yet functioning, it is only partially functioning, which is enough for me to repair the fatigue and damage to my body's muscles at night."

"Right now, the main reason is that my body is quite restricted and lacks nutritional supply. The bread and fruits alone are simply not enough for me. I need meat! A lot of meat."

Ron thought to himself.

But where to get meat?

In the mountains, it is still too dangerous with his current strength, and he cannot deal with wild beasts at all.

Not even in the sea...

It seems that there is only the river.

Ron thought to himself.

We need to make a fishing tool as soon as possible.

Which fishing rod or fishing net is better?

Sure enough, fishing nets are better, fishing rods are a bit time-consuming.

As for materials, go look for them at the garbage station...

"Ron."

A voice startled Ron from his reverie.

He turned to look.

A tall, rough man with a beard and a big bag was standing on the roadside.

"Uncle Brian."

Ron shouted in surprise.

He is a close friend of Dad Harris and a fisherman in the city.

"What are you doing here? Is Harris home?"

Brian said, walking towards him.

"Dad has gone to the city and is not at home."

Ron immediately smelled a fishy smell as he approached.

"Uncle Brian, do you have anything to do with dad?"

"Haha, nothing happened. I just gained a lot from this trip to the sea. Come over and give him a fish."

Brian laughed.

Ron's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He walked up to Brian, looked up at him and said:

"Uncle Brian, do you have any fishing nets you don't want?"

"Unwanted fishing nets..."

Brian was stunned by his sudden question, then thought for a moment and said, "There are some broken and torn abandoned fishing nets in the warehouse. Why do you ask?"

"Can you give it to me?"

Ron said expectantly.

"That's fine, but what do you want those rags for?"

"Fishing."

"Fishing? You can't catch fish with that kind of broken net. Forget it, since you want it, just go back and get it from me."

"Thank you, Uncle Brian. By the way, please don't tell Dad about this."

"Okay."