Old Acquaintance (Part One)

At an inn in a certain town, Romon drew the curtains after a battle and entered a meditative state in the dim, quiet room.

Moments later, ripples of natural power spread outward, layer by layer.

The first to appear was the Fire Domain. Fire elements danced through his meditative space, reaching out to him with a sense of kinship.

Then the earth and water elements emerged.

The wind elements were there too, but they drifted about in scattered wisps and showed no particular closeness to him.

Romon remained unmoved and continued meditating. After an unknown length of time, his soul and the Heart of Nature jolted, and a mighty power began to swirl within him.

His mind was far from empty. Countless memories unfolded before him.

A while later, Romon stood. He had finished his practice for the day.

He casually drew a black parchment scroll from the Shennong Horn, pulled out a chair, and sat down to read it carefully.

The scroll was written in Chinese. Afraid he might forget his past, Romon had, at some point, developed a habit of recalling things from his former life whenever he had time and recording them in notes.

As he read, Romon gave a wry smile. His life on Earth now felt like a distant dream.

Setting those thoughts aside, Romon began writing his recent diary entries. That, too, had become a habit.

Half an hour later, he finished recording the past few days and put the scroll away. Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"What is it?" Romon asked, a little annoyed.

"My lord, a Knight named Samojin wishes to see you!" the innkeeper called cautiously from outside.

"Oh, Lord Samojin? I'll be right out," Romon said in surprise.

By the time he reached the door, Samojin, the Holy