Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Inside the Great Kūkaku Training Hall, fierce winds merged into one, even raising a howl like the wails of ghosts and adding an eerie air to the empty underground space.
Duan Mu was fully focused, his fists swinging nonstop. Every time he threw a punch, his feet continuously shifted back and forth.
Punch, retract, punch...
Step, retract, step...
Duan Mu had kept up these movements for a long time—so long that even he had forgotten how much time had passed.
Only the shadow beneath his feet continued to expand.
His bare upper body was covered in bulging muscles. Sweat streamed down through the gaps between them, soaking his shorts before being shaken into droplets with every hop and punch, causing the shadow beneath his feet to gradually expand.
The wind created by his punches and the splattered droplets of sweat!
Together, they made the area around him humid while filling it with a faintly salty smell of perspiration.
"You can't usually tell, but now that I'm looking at him, Duan Mu's physique is actually pretty good."
Shiba Kūkaku sat cross-legged at the edge of the training hall, watching Duan Mu train in the center with great interest.
"What's so good about it? He looks thin and weak."
Shiba Ganju curled his lip. "A broad, muscular build like mine—that's what you call a good physique."
"Then why don't you go up there and train with Duan Mu for a while?"
"..."
Ganju fell silent for a moment before saying disdainfully, "Forget it. I'm too strong. I'm not suited to being a sparring partner."
Shiba Kūkaku shot her little brother a glance filled with contempt, but she was too lazy to mock him. Instead, she asked, "Why did this brat suddenly decide to come here and train again?"
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