Memory

Ning went to sleep on a rather stiff bed, but it was better than sleeping on the pile of itchy leaves on the island, or the stiff and cold ground in the fishermen's village.

With how tipsy he had been last night, he ended up falling asleep rather quickly and woke up with a slight hangover instead.

'Urgh! This sucks,' he thought. He felt thirsty, extremely thirsty, and looked around for some water to drink. However, he couldn't find any at all.

He somehow found it too bothersome to go down to ask for some water, so he did what he thought was the right thing.

He reached into his storage space and pulled out one of the fruits he had taken from the island. Since he had been planning on leaving the place for a long time, he had gathered as many fruits as he could.

Since he had nowhere to keep it, he decided to use the storage to keep the fruits. Not only as a measure to store them because of how many there were but also to store to preserve them.