Talpig
“At this rate, we’re going to reach there in a blink of an eye,” Watt commented when the sun rose again, after their first night.
“Yeah…” Josiah was still a bit sleepy.
“Hanging around in a pair is also good because we can just take turns on sleeping as we did. Let’s go! We don’t know exactly when they’re coming back. If we can almost reach it today, we won’t need to worry to be two of the thirty first ones after they arrive.”
Josiah was beaten. He used a lot of his rapier power when Reeve was hanging by the cliff, and after that, he had to use it several times, one for each attempt of placing the sword correctly above the floor from a distance.
‘My poor sword… It’s all worn out. I should find a smith after this all ends…’ Josiah thought, looking complacently to the blade of his mother’s last gift.
It took about half of the day using more and more his bloodbound power to build rope bridges until Josiah was all worn out and needed a rest. It was almost noon.