Designate Target A…

Jason turned to the Spirit King with a burdened expression and let out a heavy sigh. The morning sun had just begun its ascent, and the hate reader stumbled toward the nearest stream to wash up.

Cupping his hands like a beggar without food for days, he splashed freshwater on his face and drank gulp after gulp to satiate his thirst.

He glanced toward the sky, and his right hand shivered as he looked back at the giant white spirit.

"Shall we begin?" he asked in a grave tone. "I knew there wouldn't be any cheerleading before I began, but it just feels a bit too silent. Even though I've planned everything out, I still never expected to be this nervous."

A light chuckle echoed across the plains, and Jason scratched his head in deep thought.