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The Flower Pillar was instantly delighted. Just when she had thought she had reached a dead end, the Village Chief had shown her another way forward.

And his words made sense.

If this person had only forged a fine blade through sheer luck, wouldn't rashly asking him to forge her Nichirin Blade be gambling with her own life?

So she really ought to test him first, shouldn't she?

If he succeeded, it would prove his ability, and she would get a Nichirin Blade she loved, giving her another advantage in battle!

At that thought, she hesitated no longer. She sheathed the blade, returned it to Kawahara Chintetsu, and said, "Actually, there's another reason I came this time. I need to recuperate in the hot springs here from the injuries I suffered in my last battle..."

Leaving aside the Flower Pillar's conversation with Kawahara Chintetsu for now.

Tetsu no Sosuke gave Breath of the Sun a thorough try.

Overall, the process was agonizing.

As he performed the breathing, his blood flowed faster, and his heart thundered as though it were pounding right beside his ears.

Even using it briefly consumed an enormous amount of stamina!

"How am I supposed to achieve Constant Concentration with something like this?"

Tetsu no Sosuke felt a headache coming on.

Constant Concentration was an advanced form of a Breathing Technique.

It meant maintaining Total Concentration Breathing throughout everyday life.

In martial arts terms, it was probably like practicing your art whether walking, standing, sitting, or lying down, just as Hong Qigong's internal energy kept circulating even while he slept in The Return of the Condor Heroes.

In this case, it meant keeping his body in a state of practiced breathing no matter what he did—drinking, eating, sleeping, peeing... making it his body's normal state, and gradually raising his physical fitness to an absurd level!

But right now, Tetsu no Sosuke felt as though he was already on the verge of dying after using Breath of the Sun for just a few rounds of Total Concentration Breathing.

At this rate, when would he ever achieve Constant Concentration?

Still, he wasn't someone who would wallow in discouragement and never recover. He soon pulled himself out of his difficult predicament.

"As they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. As they say, without accumulating small steps, you can't travel a thousand miles. So water wears away stone. As they say..."

He rallied his spirits. "Enough with the sayings. Anyway, countless lessons throughout history have taught us that if you want to succeed, you have to take it one step at a time. Is it hard? What in this world is easy? Just do it! If you do it, you can succeed. As long as you persevere, there's no mountain in this world you can't climb!!!"

Having finished his pep talk, he spotted a brat racing toward him, legs spinning like wheels of wind and fire. In a flash, the kid was right in front of him.

The kid was holding a blade, too...

Here to return the blade? I wonder what the Village Chief thought of it.

As he was thinking this, he noticed that something wasn't quite right about the blade in the brat's hands.

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"What is this?"