I’ll Take Care of You for the Rest of My Life
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When Han Sen signed up in the Martial Hall, he used the name Dollar.
If you were in a populated shelter, everyone would have to compete against each other to secure a position in the tournament. Only the best of each shelter could join Divinity's Bout.
The real Divinity's Bout, therefore, wouldn't start for another month. Now was just the time for signups, pretty much.
Han Sen got his hands on a good sun-bathing chair, and as he reclined there in bliss to soak up the sun, he studied more about ancient languages.
Bao'er was playing games with the bird. She had fun throwing it up into the sky, at which point it frantically tried to course-correct with its wings and fly away. But before it could, Bao'er would always catch it.
Han Sen felt sorry for subjecting the bird to such a fate, but if he stopped her from tormenting it, she would only end up annoying Han Sen.