Zephyr dusted his hands together as the last of the five S-Rank monsters finally fell.
He was exhausted. More importantly, he was a little hungry. He hadn't been able to have breakfast that morning before leaving the Association due to the emergency, and after fighting for so long, the emptiness in his stomach was becoming hard to ignore.
Moreover, his clothes were probably covered in dust and dirt by now too.
He had been fighting nonstop, and even though his control over two of his abilities had improved, he was still quite worn out.
Once they returned to the Association, Zephyr decided the first thing he would do was take a bath and have a proper meal.
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar chuckle beside him. It was Erick, who, without the slightest concern for whether Zephyr liked it or not, reached out and patted him on the back, his voice filled with quiet delight.
