This time, Chen Yu slept for ages, only waking up at noon the next day.
That long sleep restored all the energy and vitality Chen Yu had lost recently, though he still needed some medicinal broth to ease his physical exhaustion.
Fortunately, Chen Yu had that extraordinary brain of his, which had put him into deep sleep on its own.
Otherwise, he would have needed another two or three days of sleep to recover.
It was already late winter and early spring, so the weather had begun to warm up. He washed up outside and trimmed his overgrown hair with scissors, leaving him looking much more refreshed.
Once he finished washing, he spotted his most familiar secret weapon sitting by the door-the secret weapon he had forged with his own hands.
He ran his hand over the staff. Its solid weight felt just right.
"Oh, Chen Yu, you're awake?" Kokuyo greeted him as he passed by.
This was the first time he had seen Chen Yu sleep in, let alone sleep for an entire day.
"Yeah. Where are Senku and the others, Uncle Kokuyo?" Now that they were family, Chen Yu had become a little more respectful in how he addressed him.
Being called Uncle by Chen Yu made Kokuyo feel a little awkward. After all, this was his first time being called that by someone from thousands of years ago.
Neither the utterly disrespectful Senku nor Gen, whose thoughts were anyone's guess, had ever called him that.
Even Miwa and Reiko, who had visited before, had barely exchanged a few words with him since they rarely met.
"Senku and the others are over at Chrome's little hut," Kokuyo said after a moment's thought.
"Thanks." Chen Yu thanked him, grabbed his weapon, and ran off.
Watching Chen Yu leave, Kokuyo