Yes, Roland had forgotten to work out and work on his not-so-amazing endurance and strength. But it wasn't that big of a deal, since he had already done quite a bit of work when foraging for twine and wood.
But he was still riding the random surge of motivation, perhaps because he had realized that he was in dire danger.
So, after waiting for his underwear and pants to dry using the heat of the fire, he got on all fours and pushed down, attempting to get up. But after a groan, he splatted on his face.
Roland was simply incapable of doing push-ups.
Pathetic.
He thought to himself—truly, it was. With his light body being incapable of a single push-up, it was quite sad.
But he didn't give up. Instead, he quickly elevated his arms by summoning a small bump and began to push down once again, this time attempting an incline push-up.
Then he pushed, seemingly straining every fiber of himself just to slightly defy gravity.
Slowly, he went up, but as soon as his arms locked, he dropped to the side, breathing heavily, beads of sweat running down his entire body.
Then, giving up on push-ups for now—and since he was already lying on his back—he lifted his legs and began doing sit-ups.
This was easier than doing push-ups, but he could still barely manage ten.
All in all, those were good stats for a three-year-old.
This is pissing me off. Can't even do a single proper push-up. When will I get to grow up?
With that thought, he entered his house, built up a temporary door so that nothing would get in, and went to sleep.
Waking up to the scent of grass but feeling a little cold from not wearing anything on top, nor having any blankets, he knew what his job was. It was time to begin hunting and gathering supplies. After all, his stomach was asking for food, and he would prefer to wear something on top, as well as preferably make shoes.
"Alright, I am too weak to venture out into the open just like this. I need some sort of traps or something that will give me an advantage over the enemy," he spoke aloud.
Getting out of his base after knocking down the flimsy door he had erected last night, he stretched a couple of times and even heard his back crack.
Purring like a cat and stretching one last time, he felt the drowsiness wear off and all of his tiredness disappear.
Except he was hungry and slightly parched. Dipping a stone cup in the water, he took several gulps.
Then he conjured a shovel and got to work.
That took way longer than it should've, but at least this child's body has a crapton of energy, he thought while wiping the sweat off his forehead.
His hair was thoroughly disheveled and slightly hung over his forehead, making it sweat the most. But his golden eyes were brimming with hunger, knowing it would soon be time for food.
"After multiple days without food, I am completely starved—to the point where my stomach sometimes hurts. So, before my body consumes itself, I better catch some food."
Then he conjured a crude sword and tried to make it as light as he could while keeping it somewhat durable.
It was time to find prey.
Thankfully, it wasn't hard to find a monster; it only took a couple of minutes to track one down. It was simply through luck that he hadn't encountered more monsters before, since by now he had an inkling of where he was.
The monster he was tracking currently had three horns, a body like that of a bull, fangs and claws, and black, lusterless fur covering it head to toe. Its eyes were red and currently seemed to be munching on a bird it had caught.
"Okay, the idiot hasn't noticed me yet. It's best if I can finish this in one strike."
Holding his palm out with his fingers relaxed, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to conjure a stone bullet.
Suddenly, the munching stopped. Instead, a cold sweat covered Roland as he opened his eyes to see a black bull charging straight at him. It appeared that the creature could sense either hostility or magic. Roland wasn't contemplating right now; instead, he was putting his legs to work and running.
No, you idiot, I'm retreating. It's a tactical retreat, damn it.
He then kicked off the air using his new ability quite well, picking up speed and increasing his agility since he no longer had to avoid holes, stones, and logs lying about.
Still, it wasn't enough. The bull had been living in this forest for all its life. Roland had been there for around three days; therefore, it was used to the rough terrain. And even if there was something in front of it, like a flimsy tree, the bull wouldn't bother to avoid it. It would simply walk through it.
Roland was flying through the air, occasionally bouncing off the ground or a tree depending on what was needed. However, on his path, several arrows had been carved into different trees.
After all, Roland wasn't lazing around all day; he had been working on a way to defeat a monster larger and stronger than him.
After making a sharp right turn and jumping off thin air once again, he looked back at the approaching bull and smirked.
"I got youuu."
There was a snap, and the bull fell for one meter before getting impaled by three large spikes protruding out of the ground. Just like that, its eyes dimmed, and its blood sprayed onto the earth, with a little boy watching over it and grinning as if he were having the time of his life.