Not All Heroes Were Equal

Thirteen ran to the camp, where the other Wanderers were staying, at a fast pace.

He could have reached the area faster if he had jumped onto Blacky's back, but he chose to run instead.

The reason?

Because he wasn't alone at the moment.

After running for half an hour, the teenage boy finally stopped running and looked behind him.

"How long are you going to follow me?" Thirteen asked calmly.

Although he was feeling irritated deep inside, he made sure to not show it on the surface.

The young lady, who had long black hair tied up in a ponytail, moved her fingers and wrote something in the air.

"Don't mind me, and just do what you need to do."

Those were the words the young lady had written in the air, which made the teenage boy sigh internally.

Since he met her half an hour ago, the young lady had not spoken a single word.

She only used hand signs or wrote words in the air to communicate with him.