I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

My plan to take a bath was foiled once more.

As soon as I stepped into my residence, my mother, Lucia, ran into me.

“Luan...!”

My mother ran toward me as her golden hair swayed erratically.

“W-wait. I’m still dirt—”

I wasn’t able to finish my sentence as my mother hugged me.

I could see her clean dress being ruined by the dirt and dust I was covered in.

“Mother.”

“Really,” my mother said in a quiet voice. “...I’m glad you’re okay.”