The next morning, Stern woke up to see that it was still early outside, got up and boiled a pot of hot water, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and began to warm up before training. After the warm-up exercise, lie back on the bed and do sit-ups on the bed, which was a must-do when you used to do physical training. He adjusted his breathing and slowly began to do 'one, two, three, ......', at first he kept a constant speed, until he reached 80 speeds and began to slowly decrease, and then stopped after doing 120 at a time. After Stern finished his sit-ups, he piled up a pile of firewood, warmed up yesterday's seabird stew with mushrooms, and had a hasty breakfast. He still has 5 days of dried cassava in his ring, but he doesn't want to eat it anymore, maybe he can use it when he goes out in the future.

After breakfast, Stern went to the waterhole and found a tree with a moderately tall and firm branch, jumped up and hung his hands on the branch and did 30 pull-ups in a row. Next is the run, which he predetermined the route from the waterhole to the west beach, then along the beach all the way to the south, until he ran to the southwest where he came ashore and then went around the hillside through the bushes back to the waterhole, which should not be less than 8,000 meters, and how far it will be can only be known after running.

Stern set out from the waterhole and climbed some potholed groves, and soon came to the beach to the west, and saw the clear and calm sea, above the sea, there were some seabirds flying freely, he continued to run along the pre-planned route, the whistling sea breeze blew towards him with a faint chill, after running for about half an hour, Stern saw from a distance the mast he had planted on the hillside when he left, and the canvas on the top of the mast was still fluttering in the wind. Soon he reached the top of the hill, stopped for a minute, rested for a minute, and resumed running, the rest of which was equivalent to trail running, which required more energy than before. It took Stern about an hour to finally make it to the edge of the waterhole. Today's main thing is to test the tolerance of the current body, and after you have a number in mind, you can start the future training step by step.

Stern staggered back to the cave with his tired body, sat down on a wooden bed to rest, picked up a can of rum and took a few sips, then put it down. This wine was the most valuable thing he had on the island, and he was reluctant to drink it after a few sips each time, and there were about nine cans after counting. Today's first slightly intense training, let Stern sweat like rain, after a short rest, came to the open space by the pond, with memory to play a set of military boxing, this is the basic boxing he began to learn when he first joined the army, now practiced, mainly to improve the coordination of the body, for the future more difficult combat training to lay a good foundation, in the process of boxing, the joints of the body everywhere make a sound of 'rattle, rattle' crisp sound, this is the reason for the lack of flexibility of the body, as long as you insist on training more The situation will improve.

After an hour of punching, Stern sweated like rain again, returned to the cave to rest for a while, Stern tore off a canvas with a dagger, came to the waterhole, took off his clothes and boots and jumped into the pool, he hadn't taken a shower for so long, it was time to wash well, Stern washed up and down several times, crawled to the clearing, wiped off the water droplets on his body, and took out a set of clean clothes to wear on his body. After exercising, he only felt comfortable, washed off the smell of sweat on his body, and felt a lot more energetic. He washed off his changed clothes and hung them on a branch. Soon it was noon, and it was time for lunch, and Stern used firewood to heat the rest of the food, and destroyed all the remaining bird meat like a whirlwind, and the iron basin was empty, and it was time to go out hunting again in the afternoon.

After lunch, taking a nap at noon, and sleeping for more than an hour, Stern got up, tidied up his clothes, put a sack and two bamboo arrows into the space ring, and set off with a purple bow on his back. He still came to yesterday's dense forest, after coming to the dense forest, he quietly slowed down and touched in, the dense forest was tightly covered by tree branches, through the gap in the light, Stern vaguely saw a few seabirds standing on the branches, he skillfully opened his bow and arrows, as soon as he let go, he only heard a 'poof' sound, the bamboo arrow just penetrated the body of one of the seabirds, the seabird struggled for a while and fell straight from the tree to the ground. Stern lifted the seabird, pulled out the bamboo arrow, and put the seabird in a sack, and the next two days' food was settled. Stern wasn't going to go straight back now, but went to the beach and found a reef on the shore, and he crouched down on the edge of the reef.

Stern had to practice archery on the coast, where seabirds often flew out of the sea to the dense forest ahead, and he had to lurk on this path, using the flying seabirds as moving targets to practice the accuracy of his shooting. He quietly lay in ambush, holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand, his head slightly sticking out of the reef and looking at the sea. As far as the eye could see, there were several seabirds hovering overhead, sometimes flying close to the surface of the sea, and Stern had been waiting for nearly an hour, during which several birds flew into range, and he shot three arrows, one of them, and unfortunately fell into the sea. Suddenly, a seabird swooped down to the surface of the sea with lightning speed, picked up a fish in the blink of an eye, and then turned around and flew towards the dense forest. When the opportunity came, Stern crouched on the edge of the reef and waited intently for it to fly to the beach within range, saying that it was too late, and as soon as the seabird flew near, he quickly raised his bow and arrow and pulled the bowstring, and the bamboo arrow flew like a lightning bolt towards the seabird in the air. The seabird fell straight onto the beach with the fish in its beak, and Stern quickly stepped forward to pick up the fish and seabird and put them in the sack. That's all for today's exercise, put away the bow and arrows, and walk in the direction of the cave with the sack.

This time, I went out to practice and hunt at the same time, and I caught two seabirds and a fish, although there were not many of them, but I had a new taste, and I was in a good mood. First of all, we will continue to clean the seabirds as we did yesterday, and then the fish will be scraped and scales, and the internal organs will be cleaned. Stern went to the mountains and picked a few large plantain leaves, wrapped one of the seabirds with some rum in a salted belly, then wrapped the outer layer of the leaves in mud, wrapped them and put them in the firewood, then smeared the inner and outer layers of the fish with some salt to taste, brushed a layer of wine to remove the fishy smell, and then used a thin wooden branch to string the head and tail of the fish on the firewood pile, after doing this, Stern lit the fire, and tonight he was going to make a grilled fish and a seabird called the flower seabird.