"Alright, alright, I'll go guard the bottle." Sherry Yuan trudged back to the mountainside, her heart heavy with exhaustion. She threw herself onto the ground, panting from the day's training, and set up a tiny, makeshift tent. Lying there, she gazed blankly at the star-filled sky, letting her mind wander.
Calling it a tent was generous—it was really just a cramped little nest.
Naturally, it couldn’t compare to the tent at the summit.
How could it even compete?
One was a multi-functional tent designed for special agents—probably sturdier than anything the military used.
But her little tent now probably wasn’t even as good as the ones used by basic outdoor tour groups.
Well, she’d just have to make do for one night.
Next time, she’d definitely pack double, or else Jiro Hirayama would pull one over on her again!
Sherry Yuan lit a small campfire on the mountainside.
She didn’t dare make it too big, afraid it would scare away the bugs.