Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Another day had passed.

I saw the morning sun rise after staying up all night, but I hadn’t slept at all.

Not that I particularly needed to sleep in my current condition. I also had training to do during the night.

Was it to relive the realization I’d experienced during sparring?

That was part of it, but the real reason was that I needed to grow accustomed to my heightened Qi sense.

“Hm.”

I repeatedly clenched and unclenched my hands.

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I had gone through countless processes until dawn, but the conclusion was the same.

“It’s not something I can fix in just a day or two.”

While my Qi sense and firepower had improved, the issue was adaptation.

I was trying to get used to it as much as possible, but—

‘This will be a problem in actual combat.’