Whoooosh...
Aron opened his eyes and, on reflex, jumped to his feet, scanning his surroundings in a comically exaggerated battle-ready stance.
His little brother swung freely with his every movement as he spun around, completely butt naked.
But when he saw his clones still standing in their positions around the building, his confusion quickly faded. The memory of his recent level-up came flooding back.
Letting out a long sigh of relief, Aron looked down at himself, and grimaced. Blood. Everywhere.
"...Great," he muttered, deadpan.
He pulled a bucket of water from his Infinite Storage and ordered one of his clones to clean up the area. And without hesitation, he headed for the bath.
Inside, Aron scrubbed off the dried blood clinging to his skin and hair.
His hair had grown ridiculously long, now flowing down to his waist.
