Kamiharakan didn't know how he had finished walking, or whether he had finished walking for an hour, and when he woke up, it was already late at night.

The lights in the dojo were on, and he got up, lifted the quilt and looked at it, and found that his feet were wrapped in white gauze, and there was no terrible metal torture instrument on them, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then I found that I had changed my clothes and pants all over again.

At this time, he was wearing a clean white kimono with wide sleeves and wide sleeves, and his pants were also white and loose, and he was covered with a thin blanket and a fragrant pink and white futon underneath.

These things are all new and seem to have just been bought.

He glanced at it, and the dojo was empty, there was no trace of Junko Ueno, just a thermos box next to the pillow, and a piece of paper pressed underneath.

He picked it up and looked at it, and it was a notebook by Junko Ueno Juxiu.

To the effect that she left first, she would come over at the same time every day, and the school uniform helped him wash and dry outside the back door, remember to collect it tomorrow, and the things in the thermos box were hot.

His body was also scrubbed, and his hair was very fluffy, and only his underwear was not changed.

Kamihara sighed, he didn't expect him to be in such a coma that he didn't even wake up after washing his hair.

His feet didn't hurt much, but he was really hungry, so he picked up the thermos box and opened it, and drank it to fill his hungry stomach.

Forehead!

He burped, and the contents were what he ate during the day, stewed pigeon with ginseng.

It's just that the taste is a little sweet and sour, and the meat is a little hard and black, but he has never eaten pigeons, so naturally he doesn't know what the pigeon meat looks like.

After eating, he felt a lot more comfortable, it seems that this kind of medicinal diet is great for the body, and his appetite is not so terrifying, and.

Kamihara looked at his right hand, removed the splint, and squeezed his right fist.

Flexible, full of strength, and completely healed.

Originally, he thought that it would be at least two or three days, but he didn't expect that it would be fine for just over a day, in addition to the feast, it was also inseparable from this bowl of medicinal food.

He sat on the ground and thought for a while, then slowly got up.

Stepping on the ground with one foot, a tingling pain came from the sole of his foot, and the hole in his foot had been healed by the effect of recovery power, and this stinging pain was not really painful, but phantom pain.

He stood up almost instinctively and reflexively, with five fingers on the ground.

As his legs touched the ground, he felt a sense of solidity, and even though he was standing with only a small part of his toes and forefoot, he felt that he was standing firmly.

This kind of stability is understood by those who have stepped on the knife mountain, and 'must be steady'.

He took a step.

This step was very light, and after taking off the twenty kilograms of shoes, he almost couldn't feel the weight of his legs, as if he could step on the sky in one step.

Although it was an illusion, he did have a lot faster on his feet.

And because the shoes are too heavy, it is easiest to step on the tip of the needle in the wrong posture when landing, although his step is fast, but it is still very stable.

Steady enough that no sound came out, and the forefoot landed silently like a cat's foot.

With one step, Kamiharakan's speed increased, and he began to walk around the dojo.

That's right, it's walking, not running, and you can't run at all with your tiptoe posture of shrinking the ground, you can only walk like a cat's step.

Uncanny.

Very spooky.

He was obviously walking, but the scenery around him was reversing at an abnormal speed, a feeling that was a bit like walking briskly on a conveyor belt.

He once had the pleasure of taking a plane, the airport was very large, and there was that kind of conveyor belt parallel to the ground, which was like the kind of treadmill, but it was very long, and it took you forward and saved you walking time.

He now felt like he was walking on a conveyor belt, and with every step he took, it felt like there was a conveyor belt under his feet that was carrying him forward, and the distance between the ground and the ground was inexplicably shortened.

At this moment, his calf muscles were bulging, and he didn't know what Junko Ueno had done, his muscle exhaustion had completely disappeared, and it was even filled with a strange explosive force.

Kamihara's eyes were slightly small, and now he was in an angry posture, and his calf muscles had undoubtedly completed a part of the transformation of the shrinking ground, and his parts were agile.

In a calm posture, he can double the agility of any part of his body, including the agility of parts.

His eyes turned pale blue, and when he entered a calm posture, the manipulation of the muscles like the fingers of his arms made him aware of the state of his calf muscles, and he could feel that the muscle groups there seemed to have become a small network, clinging to his bones.

His pale blue eyes flashed with a hint of realization, it was not useless to exert force with Junko Ueno's footsteps that he had watched diligently and gradually, and at this moment, he was like an enlightenment, and he understood it, and stepped out step by step according to her previous posture.

Under this step, his whole person moved more than thirty centimeters against the ground as if he was flying!

Teleportation is one step away!

At this step, he actually stepped out of the real sense of shrinking with the help of a calm posture, training with a thousand needles, and diligent and gradual study!

The original view of the gods is surging in the heart, and there is nothing more enjoyable than having something to gain after working hard.

"The end of the world is at hand, shrinking into inches."

.....

Put on your sneakers and walk up the outdoor stairs to the rooftop of the eighth floor of the dojo.

Kamihara was lying on the edge of the concrete guardrail, dozens of meters below him, and below him was a bustling crowd.

He didn't feel how dangerous his move was, but looked at the huge full moon above his head.

Obviously, he had just practiced a part of the shrinkage, and the joy and pleasure he had gained from his physical improvement, but he didn't feel the slightest excitement now.

The wounds on his feet had cracked in the action just now, and the bandages had been stained red with blood, but he didn't have the slightest hint of pain.

This training, even with the ability to be fearless of pain and hard bracing, almost broke his willpower.

He shouldn't be so weak.

He sighed and looked at the huge moon overhead.

A famous person once said that whenever he looked up at the vast starry sky, the first thing he felt was his own insignificance and strong loneliness.

The original view of the gods is also now.

He is insignificant, and he is like a drop in the ocean in the face of the great power of nature and the vastness of the universe.

He is also a lonely, rootless, wandering prodigal son.

But he is used to loneliness, and that sense of insignificance often makes him think about what is strong.

Strong is an abstract word that needs to be contrasted.

Defeat the stronger, is that strong?

Strong, it really needs to be proven, but the word he has been chasing is by no means so superficial.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is intelligence, and it is wisdom that makes people the strongest species on the planet, standing at the top of the food chain.

But anything that is strong breeds weakness, even wisdom.

Laziness, complacency, greed, each of these is a weakness of human nature.

Fear of pain, fear of suffering, fear of death, each of these is a biological weakness.

In this life, he had a smooth life, like a God-given system ability, which almost made him lose himself on the road of not wanting to forge ahead.

But without all this, will he continue to climb up, the strongest and the strongest path?

He didn't have an answer to that question before.

But he knows that people must be self-aware, and many times even if you are so determined that you die headlong on a road, spending countless youth and blood and sweat, it is just a stepping stone for others, this is the reality.

He often thinks about this question, thinks about it and thinks about it.

After stepping on this needle mountain and getting a glimpse of myself, I finally had the answer.

He was never a realistic person.

He will, he will, even if there is no system, no body, no everything, he still will.

Even if his efforts are ridiculous, he will still keep going, and even if he stumbles, is embarrassed, and humble, he will still go on.

He is a seeker!

He is a martyr!

He can endure what ordinary people can't! Ordinary people can't do it!

Even put it all aside! This body of skin and bones! He will still beat himself, challenge himself, dig into his limits, and constantly surpass himself! Climb up!

He wanted to know how much stronger his soul was than anyone else, except for his body!