At the break of dawn, Du Yu, carrying the Orange Juice Bow and holding the Fire Age Axe, bid farewell to the Firethorn Tree.
The moment he returned to the hotel suite, Du Yu changed into the black combat attire issued by the army, donned the black combat hat, and put on the black military boots.
Unusually, he tidied up his attire in front of the mirror.
"Du Yu, Du Yu~"
"Huh?" Lost in thought, Du Yu was startled by Little Fen Yang.
"Feeling vain, eh?" Little Fen Yang floated out, looking at the young man in the mirror.
Du Yu usually dressed 'dully,' favoring leisure and comfort, maintaining a low-key style.
But with the sleek black combat attire, Du Yu's aura changed dramatically.
Brave and spirited, dignified and imposing.
"Hehe~" Du Yu chuckled, saying nothing.
Soon heading to the battlefield, let me get a good look at myself?
"We'll be fine!" Little Fen Yang seemed to sense something and comforted sweetly.
