They played a little catch, played badminton for a while, and even temporarily created a sea so he could take Franklin sailing.
The boy was satisfied. Even with time approaching infinity, he could restrain himself from becoming overly immersed in pleasure. Young as he was, he possessed formidable self-control. It was hard to go from luxury to frugality; playing a little was enough. He could not let it become a habit.
So Su Ming planned to bid him farewell and set off. While he was at it, he considered who to bring along for conversation on the road. Constantly talking to the Adjutant was still too much like talking to himself.
"Eek?"
Strangle indicated that this was not talking to himself. Although a symbiote and its host were one, their thoughts shared through the nervous system, it could still think independently.
But just then, a soft figure dropped from the sky and landed in the little white boat drifting on the sea.
"Ow!"
The sudden weight made the boat rock wildly out of control. The newcomer stood on the gunwale and let out a sharp cry, on the verge of falling into the sea.
With a wave of Franklin's hand, both the sea and the boat vanished. The three of them stood steadily on the road in the center of town.
"What are you doing?" Su Ming reached out to steady the girl who had suddenly appeared, keeping her from making things worse in her panic. "This is the Beyond Realm. It was lucky enough that you teleported in without getting lost in the void. Couldn't you have contacted the Adjutant first?"
The white-haired girl with a ponytail saw Deathstroke, her face filled with anxiety. She did not bother explaining why she had acted so recklessly, merely saying:
"The Wild