Zaber finished eating the fish to the last bite. He tossed the remaining bones onto the ground and took a deep breath. His chest expanded slightly, and his breathing felt lighter.
"I had not eaten for several days…" he said in a low voice. "This is much better."
His mood noticeably improved.
The slime slowly approached Zaber and began digesting the fish bones on the ground. It made a soft, almost cheerful sound.
"Kyu… kyu…"
Zaber took the sword in his left hand. There was no clothing above his navel—his upper body was bare, his skin chilled by the water and the breeze. His long black hair fluttered in the wind, brushing against his shoulders.
He looked at the waterfall. Then he plunged the sword into the ground and entered the water again. This time, he swam toward a large rock under the waterfall and sat on it. The water falling from above struck his body, flowing down from his shoulders.
