He carefully put away the pocket watch, placing it within arm's reach on the bedside.
Lying in bed, Ron recalled the day's gains, a slight smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Instinct told him that this "Time Guardian's Pocket Watch" was far more than it seemed on the surface.
"Time Guardian..." he murmured to himself, slowly closing his eyes and drifting into sleep.
The first ray of morning sunshine pierced the mist of the Black Mist Jungle, slanting onto the wooden sign of the herb store.
Ron got up early, carefully placing the few rare materials into specially made containers.
He felt the peculiar sensation brought by the pocket watch—even though he engaged in intensive practice the night before, his body remained as relaxed as usual, with no trace of fatigue.
On his way to the herb store, he chose a less-traveled path, cautiously observing the surroundings, wary of any possible danger.
