The Demon Slayer Han Yu rose early in the morning and stepped out of his room.
He breathed in a wisp of air from the Mist Forest.
The fresh fragrance of plants seeped into his heart and lungs.
It left him refreshed and his mind considerably clearer. Even the weariness from yesterday's battle seemed to have faded quite a bit.
The stronghold's able-bodied young men had risen early to begin their work around the stronghold.
Whenever they saw Han Yu, they bowed respectfully to him, making him feel very uncomfortable.
So he found a place with no one around.
He focused his mind, calmed his breath, and circulated his spirit qi.
Yesterday's battle had left Han Yu somewhat tired.
But compared with that fatigue, what delighted him more was the exhilarating freedom of unleashing all his moves.
At the final moment, his body had inexplicably erupted with power unlike anything it had ever possessed.
It was a sensation he had never experienced before, and it had also greatly boosted his confidence.
After all, this counted as his first battle.
He had succeeded on his very first pursuit of a member of the Demon Race, giving him an immense sense of accomplishment.
Amid his delight, after quietly contemplating what he had learned,
he had thought he might gain some new insight, but for some reason, he could no longer feel even a trace of that sensation.
Han Yu scratched his head in frustration.
Could it be that I could only unleash such tremendous power on the brink of life and death?
While he was pondering this, he suddenly noticed someone wearing a white unlined garment.
Beneath a small pavilion, the man picked up a water ladle.
He scooped some water from a small pool, washed up, and began washing clothes.
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