May 10th, Kingdom of Gospel, Funeral Service Office's bathhouse.
At 7 in the morning, the sky had already brightened, and Ash came over in his swim trunks. Hearing voices from the bathhouse, he peeked in and found that someone had already claimed a spot.
Splash!
Ash dove in, splashing water all around, which Igula promptly blew back with a Technique Spirit, grimacing with disdain, "(*￣︿￣)Ash, how old are you this year? Have you graduated from the senior class at the orphanage?"
On the other side, Harvey was lying on a massage lounger in the bath, puffing on cat grass smoke, while bubbles rhythmically drummed against his muscles. The Necromancer had even turned on the sun lamps on the ceiling, bathing himself in warm, golden rays that screamed the epitome of comfort—fully embodying the sentiment 'any place can be a seaside resort if you set your mind to it.'
