325,

The old man agreed, and tears streamed down his face.

"I-I'm so moved..."

This reaction, Cyclone did not expect at all.

"A room specifically for bed battles... How pure! Ignoring others' doubts, fighting only for one's own art!!"

The old man clapped Cyclone's shoulders with both hands.

"What a frightening young man you are!"

Feeling Cyclone's will, the old man introduced himself.

"I am Bruno Naid, a man who lives for wooden art! I never expected you to have such a deep devotion to art, just like me."

"Dad... I've told you, this has nothing to do with art!"

Cyclone ignored Bruno Naid's sarcasm and simply nodded.

Finally, the moment had arrived.

After working so hard for this long, it was time to battle freely with Yuna, Little Dragon, and Eileen.

Yes, if they were in that large house in Allen City, Cyclone would have fought for seven days and nights.

Cyclone was not a pure-hearted person, nor a heroic figure.

Cyclone was just Cyclone, even if he was kicked out, he was still Cyclone.

A man who wanted to do nothing, dreaming all day about indulging in pleasure and women.

"That's right! I entrust my dream to you, Grandpa!"

"Hmm! I can feel the fire burning in your heart!"

"Enough... Our shop hasn't done a big project like building a wooden house for a long time. How can we find people and for free too..."

Facing the two oddities, Cyclone and the old man, Bruno Naid's son was worried about what would happen next.

But his words did not go unnoticed. Cyclone heard them and patted his chest.

"Don't worry, I know the meaning of 'you get what you pay for'. I won't really make you work for free. My dream can't be taken lightly!"

Cyclone took out the gold coins from his bag and placed them in Bruno Naid's son's hand.

"This?!"

Cyclone winked and handed over a small portion of gold coins taken from Allen City.

"T-There are too many gold coins here?!"

Cyclone raised his index finger, without the need for the man to continue speaking.

"Grandpa! Are a hundred gold coins enough?"

"Hehe! Of course, it's more than enough!!"

Both men answered with confidence, but two seconds later...

"Hahaha~ Then I'm counting on you!"

"Don't worry, the house will be done in two weeks, and by then, you'll be exhausted! Hahaha~"

Their confidence only lasted for two seconds, after which they laughed lasciviously, preparing for their future artistic activities.

The laughter from the woodworker's house could be heard even outside the shop.

Yuna leaned against the door, not going inside.

She lifted her head slightly and smiled at the sun hanging in the sky.

"Oh?!"

Suddenly, a little girl pointed at Yuna.

Yuna didn't speak, she simply nodded and walked towards the direction of the inn.

"Mom! The girl just now was so beautiful."

"Well, yes, but our daughter is beautiful too!"

"Really?!"

As the little girl received praise, she also pushed open the door of the woodworker's house.

"Dad, we're back..."

"... Darling?"

Facing the crazy laughter of Cyclone and Blublu, both of them broke out in cold sweat at the same time.

Afterwards, when they asked Blublu's son, they found out that their family had taken on a big business deal.

And so, amidst the laughter, Cyclone eagerly waited for two weeks.

Of course, during those days of waiting, Yuna, Little Dragon, and Eileen secretly trained with Cyclone in swordsmanship.

Time flew by in a joyful mood.

Soon, two weeks had passed.

"Damn it!! Isn't this just an ordinary wooden hut?"

A drop of sweat rolled down Cyclone's face.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Boy, you've got it all wrong!"

Facing Blublu's wicked smile, Cyclone placed all his remaining hopes on him.

"Go in! Once you step inside, you'll see a whole new world!"

And so, in this nameless forest, a mysterious wooden hut appeared.

Cyclone looked at the hut, swallowed his saliva, and took the first step.

At the same time, because of this step, Cyclone's Shia holiday officially began.

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