His wounds had only been given a simple bandaging; he had not entered a Nutrient Pod. Yu Moyan actually hated going into a Nutrient Pod to heal his body, for the most straightforward reason-it would remove every scar on him.
He sat alone in a corner of the large sports field, amid weeds several meters tall, carefully recalling every wound on his body.
What had the situation been when I got this wound?
Could I have handled it differently and made it less severe? Or avoided it?
That other wound... that was the situation. Had I been a little too unsettled then? Perhaps I could have handled it that way?...
But I was in battle then, with no time to think, relying entirely on instinctive reactions. Or had my instinctive reactions been trained in the wrong direction?
Only after he had thought through every wound on his body and corrected each mistake...
...did Yu Moyan take out a bottle of Spirit Water and gulp it down.
Then he continued sitting amid the thick weeds.
"All these years, alone, through the wind, through the rain..."
Yu Moyan began singing softly.
This was the only song he knew. Every time he sang it, his singing had been solitary and lonely. This time, however, it held a little joy.
I'll be seeing my brothers soon!
"Yu Moyan!"
A girl's clear, soft call suddenly rang out.
"Sister Yan?" Yu Moyan paused at the sound and looked toward it, only to see a slender figure approaching through the weeds.
Her delicate face was filled with determination.
"I'm going to this trial too. I'm in the Infant Transformation Realm, just like you. We're both in the Infant Transformation group," the girl said.
Yu Moyan nodded woodenly.
*Sister Yan was a second-year, one year above me, and