Kapitel 111: Crisis for Rospos Village

At this moment in a forest, there was a teenager who was carrying a quiver of arrows on his back. His hands carried literary nothing and if someone saw him, they would wonder why he was carrying arrows without owning a bow.

The teenager had black hair and brown eyes. He could be considered handsome. He didn't have a huge frame, he was slim. His current movements were lithe and one could easily know that he was specializing in movement.

Although he was moving in the forest, he wasn't slow at all although the forest had thick undergrowth. He would once at a time kick the barks of trees to boost his speed.

He might seem careless at first but if one looked into his eyes, they would notice the vigilance in them. He wasn't just running, he was watching his surroundings too.