I’m In The Sea: Breathing On The Opening Day of Sign-In

A gust of wind passed.

The branches swayed, and the mustard leaves flew up.

After Mars woke up, it was still evening, and the sky was full of red clouds.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up. Ron found a thick wooden stick on the grass from nowhere, smashed his hands, and slashed again and again.

His black hair was soaked in sweat, and he didn't know how long he had been practicing.

Mars looked at him blankly.

Ron Yuguang saw him, stopped his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at him and smiled: "You're awake."

"Well, after I fell asleep, have you been exercising until now?"

Mars stared at him blankly.

"Well, that's it."

Hearing this, Mars couldn't help but bring a trace of admiration when looking at him, as if he had met his friend for the first time.

"I found some fruits, and I thought it was a reward for the bread in the morning."

As he spoke, Ron stroked his wet hair upwards to avoid blocking his vision.

Only then did Mars notice a pile of fruit beside him.

He couldn't help swallowing, his stomach groaning just in time.

He immediately picked up an apple and ate it, while eating it, he said, "You picked so many fruits by Ron?"

"Ok."

Ron continued to swing his stick.

"Where did you pick it? The fruit trees around here should be all lit up."

Mars asked curiously.

"Um... I went to the forest a little bit."

Mars paused with his hand and looked at Ron:

"Isn't there the place where Dad and Aunt Mary forbid us to go? I heard that there are a lot of ferocious beasts, Ron, you... where did you go?"

Ron, who was still swinging his stick, turned his back to him and didn't speak.

"If Daddy and Aunt Mary knew about this..."

Mars lowered his hand holding the apple.

"You don't have to say no to them."

"Can……"

"Don't worry, I won't go next time, only this time."

"Oh well."

…………

The next few days.

Ron got up early in the morning, rushed into the forest and started exercising.

Come back at breakfast, then disappear with Mars, and wait until the evening to come back in profuse sweat.

After a night’s rest, I went out again in the early morning of the next day...

Such days lasted for ten days in a row.

During that time, Harris had a chat with Ron one morning.

After learning that he wanted to become stronger.

Harris said nothing.

This morning, Ron checked his attributes after doing basic exercises and 200 push-ups.

[Ron.

Age: 8 years old.

Blood value: 21.

Day breathing method Master degree 0% (not Master). 】

"After 16 days of extreme exercise, the blood value has only increased by 3 points..."

Ron was a little dissatisfied with this speed.

But in fact, this speed is already considered fast for an eight-year-old child who is still in the early stages of physical development.

"The intensity of the exercise is enough. Although the breath of the day can't run, but only a part of it is enough to repair the fatigue and damage of my body muscles at night."

"Now, the main reason is that this picture has relatively large physical limitations and lacks nutritional supply. The bread and fruits alone are not enough for me to consume. I need meat! A lot of meat."

Ron thought to himself.

But where can I get the meat?

In the mountains, with his current strength, he was still too dangerous to deal with beasts.

In the sea... not even.

It seems that there is only the river.

Ron thought to himself.

You have to make a fishing tool as soon as possible.

Is the fishing rod better or the fishing net better?

Sure enough, fishing nets are better, and fishing rods are a bit time-consuming.

For materials, go to the garbage station to find it...

"Ron."

A voice awakened Ron from his thoughts.

He turned his head and looked away.

A tall, mad, bearded man with a big bag was standing on the side of the road.

"Uncle Bryan."

Ron yelled in surprise.

He is the best friend of Daddy Harris, the fisherman in the city.

"What are you doing here? Is Harris at home?"

Brian said, walking towards him.

"Daddy went to the city, not at home."

When Ron approached him, he immediately smelled a fishy smell.

"Uncle Bryan, what can you do with your father?"

"Haha, it's okay, it's just that I got a lot from going to sea this time, so I will send him a fish."

Brian laughed.

Ron's eyes lit up when he heard the words.

He walked up to Brian, looked up at him and said:

"Uncle Brian, do you have any fishing nets?"

"Unwanted fishing net..."

Brian was taken aback by his sudden question, and then he thought for a while and said: "There are some discarded fishing nets in the warehouse that have been torn apart. Why are you asking about this?"

"Can you give it to me?"

Ron expected.

"Yes, it's okay, but what do you want those tatters to do?"

"Fishing."

"Fishing? That kind of broken net can't catch fish. Forget it, since you want it, just go back and get it from me."

"Thank you Uncle Brian. By the way, please don't tell me about this matter."

"Row.".

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