They arrived at what should've been a dangerous zone—the heart of the poison swamp, an area usually swarmed by aggressive poison lizardmen.
Empty.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Hazuki stood proudly, naked as the day he was born, sword in one hand, and the other scratching his head.
"Yo, Ridan."
Ridan, who had been cautiously floating, eyes peeled for danger, blinked and looked at him. "Huh?"
"How many we should take?" Hazuki asked while staring at the glowing flowers gently swaying near a bubbling patch of poison. "These chusing flowers."
"It's Chusi… Chusi, Hazuki." Ridan sighed, already sensing where this was going. "Just take two. One for the request. One backup."
Hazuki nodded like a diligent student. "Alright. Two it is."
He casually bent down, the light of the glowing flower reflecting off his skin—still unbothered by the fact he was completely bare—and plucked two of them with ease.
Ridan hovered beside him, slowly narrowing his eyes. "Are you seriously only taking two?"
