With the sun shining down on the land below, it was getting warm, and nobody was wearing anything warmer than just short-sleeved shirts.
"…Scorching hot."
Fang Raon let out a deep sigh.
At times like this, he actually missed the 15th floor and its constant cold weather, despite how much he complained about it.
Rock took off his shirt, slung it over his shoulder, and kept walking—he was actually really ripped for someone of his age.
"…How do I get a body like yours?"
Fang Raon asked curiously.
"Training. When we are at the training camp, I'll also give some real-life training tips and food advice. It is important to also have a strong real body, as the strength transfers here.
"I can't keep an eye on whether you are actually following my instructions, so I only have to trust you that you are doing what is necessary to succeed in your training."
Rock said.
"…I'll do it."
Fang Raon said with a serious look on his face.
