"Whizz!"
An arrow cut through the forest.
Sounds of struggling emerged from the bushes, followed by the scent of blood.
A figure jumped down from the tree.
It was George, with some simple camouflage, who lifted the rabbit he had hit from the bushes and pulled out the arrow.
He hung it at his waist.
At this moment, he could be seen already having three rabbits hanging from his waist; with this one, there were four.
"Should be enough."
After speaking, he climbed the tree again and glanced around cautiously, ensuring there were no issues before starting his return.
Soon enough, with his agile movements, he saw the slowly advancing team.
Kana and the others moved through the forest, spread out somewhat; Bobo was walking in the center.
There was no choice, her constitution was indeed not up to par.
However, at this moment Bobo was carrying heavy bags, which counted as a form of training.
