Garou raised his head, his cold gaze piercing the thick canopy of leaves.
The sun hung high overhead in a cloudless blue sky, with no sign of a change in weather or a drop in temperature.
"Strange... could it be because I've been training since last night without resting?"
When people focused on something, they often entered a state where they lost track of time and remained unaffected by anything around them, commonly known as-
Losing oneself.
That was exactly how Garou had been.
Spurred on by certain people earlier, he had started training with even greater fervor than usual as soon as he finished eating.
His concentration had been so intense that he had completely forgotten the time, even suppressing all the normal instinctive needs of the human body.
Only now, when he unexpectedly relaxed, did Garou suddenly feel his parched throat and a powerful surge of hunger in his stomach.
Only then did he remember that he had neither drunk water nor eaten anything all this time, while martial arts training consumed enormous amounts of physical energy.
Gurgle-
His twisting stomach let out a shrill cry, and the urge to eat filled his mind.
Garou had always been straightforward, and at this stage, all he thought about was training and getting stronger.
Without giving it much thought, he picked up the training clothes hanging from a nearby branch and prepared to return to the dojo.
"I'll head back and find something to eat first..."
Although it wasn't mealtime yet, experience told him he could always find something to eat in the kitchen.
Mostly because none of the students handling support duties dared stop him.
With that thought, Garou carelessly wiped the sweat from his face. Rather than putting on his filthy training clothes, he casually slung them over