Leo lay on Red Whale's back like this, basking in the warm sunlight over the Pacific Ocean while muttering to himself, and the pressure that had originally weighed on his heart gradually faded amid those ramblings.
The pressure that had gathered around Leo, though inconspicuous, was something everyone nearby could distinctly feel. It began to slowly dissipate.
Given Leo's current strength, even the manifestation of his spirit alone was enough to affect reality. The slight heaviness in his heart by itself
was enough to form a layer of imposing pressure around him.
Perhaps those close to Leo could not sense it, but whenever he encountered someone he was not familiar with or did not like, this unconscious pressure became extremely obvious.
Leo had naturally sensed its existence as well, which was why he had come here to regulate his mood. This point
was something he had deeply experienced back when he had been drifting through the universe.
Leo even still carried the psychological trauma from that time,
which was why he had made this choice now.
Perhaps for Leo,
with such a rare period of rest, the obvious choice was to relax properly and spend some time playing with Red Whale.
Earth was not very large. The only place where Red Whale could play without restraint and still find something interesting was the Pacific Ocean.
Red Whale swam and darted freely across the surface, thoroughly enjoying itself. Its body grew larger and larger, and the increasingly immense spray it kicked up on the surface could even raise waves several meters high.
If this had been near the shore, it would have been a disaster. However, they were in the middle of the Pacific, so naturally there was no problem.
Afterward, Red Whale seemed to feel that staying on the surface