Although autumn had arrived, the temperature had barely dropped.
It had only cooled down a little during that earlier autumn rain.
Now it was hot again.
At a time like this, going for a swim was a pleasure.
The Southern Region had yet to industrialize, and its coast was very clean.
But for that very reason, there were no proper swimsuits available here.
Swimsuits required fairly sophisticated technology, as they had to be made from highly elastic fibers. Producing these synthetic fibers required a highly developed industrial system.
The Giantwood Alliance in the Northern Region had that capability, but few northerners could swim. There were only a handful of clean indoor pools, while the coast was severely polluted. Even after centuries, radiation levels had yet to fall completely.
Under these circumstances, naturally, no manufacturers were willing to develop swimsuits.
The cotton produced in abundance in the Southern Region could be made into comfortable clothing, but it was unsuitable for swimwear.
Cotton absorbed too much water, making it feel heavy when worn while swimming.
Fortunately, the weather was hot, and everyone was wearing light clothing, so that little extra weight hardly mattered.
Still, Kafka took off Chu Mu's shirt.
Chu Mu glanced around with his blurry vision. He seemed to be the only one without a shirt.
That made it even more embarrassing!
I shouldn't have come.
But it was too late to leave now.
Supported by Kafka and Number Seven, Chu Mu slowly made his way into the water.
Waves washed over the tops of his feet, gradually rising past his calves.
By then, he could already feel the seawater cooling his body.
His capillaries contracted, making his skin, which rarely saw sunlight, look even paler.
Kafka had him sit down, leaving half his body submerged.
As Chu Mu's body