Chapter 47: The Irregularities [1]
"Haaah..."
There is a good thing about living in forests.
Well, there are many good things, but one of the most visible ones would be the natural air cooling.
As I did my morning exercise—running from tree to tree, pushups by the riverside, and a few swings of my dull training sword—I was fully charged for the day.
And the breeze...
It slipped past my sweat-coated skin like silk, wrapping around me with the scent of pine and dew. The early sunlight leaked through the dense foliage in golden shafts, dappling the earth in warm patches. A few birds called from somewhere above, fluttering just out of view, and I could hear the river gurgling nearby—soft, constant.
Nature was soothing. Predictable.
Unlike people.
I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. Muscles still sore from the dungeon fight, but sore in the right way.
Others would’ve called this kind of peace "boring."
I called it survival.