Childhood Friend of the Zenith

The time was just past noon.

The sun hung high in the sky, yet it wasn’t particularly hot.

Perhaps because the season had already shifted to autumn.

A breeze blew by, ruffling my hair.

I hadn’t bothered to take care of it, so it should’ve felt rough, but thanks to my transformation, my skin and hair always stayed in good condition.

‘Maybe that’s why it feels so annoying.’

Swish.

I grabbed my long hair and tied it back.

Finally, it felt a bit less bothersome.

Now that I’d roughly fixed it, the strands that had been blocking my view were cleared away, and my vision opened up.

The first thing that came into sight was the cracked sparring stage.

The traces of battles between Hwagyeong-level martial artists were clearly etched into the ground.