Training by Day, Celebration by Night

It's been seventeen days since I arrived in the Blackmore region. I came here for a vacation, but somehow, I ended up diving into dungeons and getting myself injured. By now, I've grown used to getting hurt and spending days recovering.

But this time, it's different. I find myself sandwiched between Julius and Marius on a single bed. We're all holed up in the same room because, unsurprisingly, our injuries were the worst among the team.

I used to have this room to myself, but now I'm stuck with my battle comrades. Strangely, I didn't think it was so bad at first.

That is, until Marius started snoring. Loudly. He sounded like a duck locked in some sort of life-or-death struggle. Then Julius started mumbling in his sleep, letting out incoherent battle cries. Was he dreaming about fighting monsters?

And then it happened. A third snore echoed in the room, louder and uglier than anything I'd ever heard. It sounded like... a massive fart?