The Universe Is Innately Just 168 Back To Reality Part Five

Wind's mind was sent tumbling from the news, and he couldn't help but drop his head low as he thought about his brother's departure. He hesitated for a second before opening his lips; he hesitantly spoke in a tone filled with doubt.

"Take me with you!", only for a short answer to respond to him. "No."

A chilling answer that poured cold water on his senses, and he couldn't help but clench his fist tighter when he heard it. He raised his head and saw a smiling face directed toward him, and he couldn't help but feel even more remorseful for not having trained more.

"Don't think like that. You have to go your own, simply like I will go on my own…", Fell sighed before resuming. "I'm not going yet, but I've just wanted to tell you beforehand."

"Come! Let's get some liquor while we talk.", a bottle appeared in his hand before lifting it high toward the ceiling. Fell chugged a mouthful of spicy wine down his throat before pa.s.sing the bottle to his brother, who did the same.

"There exist a lot of opportunities in battle league; use them to your advantage and you might make the difference that exists between our power levels disappear overnight!" He cheered his brother and advised him on the road he could take when he would depart the city.

"No, I think I also yearn for adventures…", he then looked at Fell and exclaimed with a confident tone in his voice. "I will go to s.p.a.ce, and travel through the vast universe!"

"We have both been earth-bound ever since we came to life, and I'll be the first one to change that!", he blurted while swallowing a few mouthfuls of the alcohol in his hand.

A burst of laughter resounded through the strength room, and Fell could be seen grabbing his sides while laughing on top of his lungs. "Well said!", he added before lifting his thumbs as a sign of encouragement.

Then, the two youths talked about their dreams while falling for the alcohol's intoxicating mood. They spent the rest of the day there and only departed after talking about everything that pa.s.sed through their drunken minds. When they left the strength room, it was with stuttering steps that showed the abnormal degree of intoxication they have attained. In the corner of the room, dozens of empty bottles laid there, a clear sign of their drunken promises.

 A little bit later, in the middle of the near-empty street of the main district. A pair of muddled footsteps could be heard, followed by random fits of laughter and giggling. Obviously, the noise was caused by the drunken Wind and Fell, who didn't seem to care about the strange gazes that were thrown at them.

Thankfully, they made it to Fell's apartment without meeting any difficulty in the road, as it could be expected for them to attract trouble. Drunk and tired, they both swiftly went to their room, greeted by sleep's tender grasp. Due to having drunk an obnoxious amount of wine that could suffice in taking down an ogre, they slept through the night and extended their rest till the afternoon.

Fell didn't have the opportunity to rest his worn-out senses for days, and although his body didn't move for weeks during his stay in the battle center. His mind, on the contrary, was constantly pushed to the edges especially due to chaining the trial by fire and his last two fights. Those three events had washed away his stamina to the last drop.

Barf- The sound of someone emptying the contents of their stomach awoke Fell from his beauty sleep. With difficulty, his eyes opened groggily as he stumbled out of bed. Noticing that his system still contained alcohol from last night; he rotated the energy in his meridian with slight trouble and managed to expel the toxins from his body.

Pshht! The young cultivator's pores opened up, and a dense and transparent gas was expelled from them. After a few seconds of energy refining, he managed to expel most of the alcohol that hadn't been refined by his liver and found back the mental clarity he had lost.

During this time, he could still hear Wind throw up his bowels in the bathroom. A smirk appeared on his lips as flashes of last night resurfaced now that he was sober. "It was quite fun.", a slightly broken tone escaped from his sore throat followed by a strong cough that gave the impression he was going to spit up part of his lungs.

Thankfully none of that happened, and after coughing twice, he found a nearby bottle of water; the cold liquid ran through his throat. After hydrating his sore throat, he advanced through his apartment and walked toward the bathroom where the sounds of vomiting came from. The poor Wind seemed to have woken up in a worse state than Fell, due to him not being capable of expelling the alcohol from his pores.

The young official found himself obliged to expel it the normal way. Two fingers down the throat did the job, and a torrent of alcohol mixture escaped from his throat down to the sewer. But contrary to what he expected, he didn't vomit a little bit but had summoned a waterfall of alcohol waste.

"Seems like you're doing fine!", joked Fell with his back leaning against the bathroom's white door. His arms were crossed, and Wind couldn't help but find the look in his eyes beyond annoying. Thankfully, it wasn't in his capacity to look anywhere for more than a second beside the bowl in front of him.

"Well, I'll go see if I can prepare some food!", the black haired Fell exclaimed while leaving the bathroom.

A ghostly wail escaped from the bathroom, "Coffee... Make some coffee, brother Fell.."

His steps took him to the kitchen, and he disappointedly retraced back his steps as he remembered he had emptied the fridge the day before meeting Wind. He grabbed a jacket, and without further thought, advanced toward the door that led out of his apartment.