The Drunken Master

*Sigh*

“How did I get separated from my party? I guess I’m lost,” muttered a boy with blue hair and eyes.

He was currently walking alone in a plateau region, which was the nature of the terrain where group Aldra was brought.

This place was mostly made up of high and low rocks and plains, so it was more of a desert. But there was some vegetation here and there.

He was with his party members not too long ago but decided to take a detour. He tried regrouping after, but they were nowhere to be seen.

“Wait! They couldn’t have ditched me, right?”

After checking the map with his relis, he let out another sigh.

“I’m far away from camp. This is a good thing, I guess, since most of the beasts around there have already been hunted.”

His expression suddenly turned sour as he clenched his fist. “That twerp!”

In the early hours of today, he was about to engage in a fight against three E-rank beasts when he heard a piercing sound coming from behind.