"Daddy!" an excited girl shouted as she ran into the arms of her dirty and sweat-drenched father.
The father, a slightly older man, lifted the little girl up and carefully hugged her.
He looked like he didn't want to dirty his daughter with all the filth on his body.
A moment later, a male teenager also walked out of the wooden hut that was their home.
"Hey, Dad! How was work?" he asked with a smile, approaching the man.
The teenage son was already taller than the father by quite a bit. He was also covered in some impressive muscles and carried a long sword on his hip.
Considering the circumstances, the teenage son's athletic body wasn't surprising.
After all, the family lived in the middle of the woods, kilometers away from any other house.
"As always," the father answered with a tired smile.
The son just sighed. "Why are you still doing this to yourself? The money I get from the academy is enough for all of us."
