The door was pushed open, and the light outside the door brought some light to the otherwise dark room. A pair of heavy motorcycle boots walked through the crack in the door with tired steps, and the door gradually closed to block the only light source in the room, and the once dark space was once again dark.

Jason didn't flip the switch next to the door, just threw the hood on the couch along with his heavy jacket and lay straight down on his bed.

He didn't greet his furniture as usual, just quietly stared at one place in the dark space and thought.

Shake off the thrilling car plug that Batman was tracking tonight, and his heart still can't stop.

The sound of a pounding heartbeat was noticeable in the dark space, and Jason knew that the reason for the heartbeat was not just because he had played a tracking game with Batman at nearly 500 kilometers per hour not long ago, but more because he saw the man again.

He thought he didn't care, that he was a homeless man in the first place, and now he was just back to where he should be. It's nothing, he's not the thirteen-year-old kid who only steals to make ends meet. He's strong enough now, so it's nothing.

He had seen Dick, the stupid bird still looking dead, and it seemed that time had not cast too many shadows on the blue bird's innocent and optimistic character. He also saw that substitute, too weak, this kind of skill really won't be held back when performing tasks? But that kid was persistent enough, and he saw himself from that kid.

But being Robin is not enough to be obsessed. He did a lot of research on Tim, and the boy was cautious and smart enough, completely different from himself, and he was more like the man in his discretion than he was with Dick.

Maybe it was because of his mistake that the guy chose a boy who was the opposite of him when choosing a new Robin. The boy was not as strong as he was, nor was he as nimble as Dick, but he made up for it with his brilliant mind, and all his actions had at least three or more plans, which was really annoying to the point of annoying the man.

He thought it was just a trip back to the life he was supposed to have, the one who didn't meet Bruce. Wayne's life. What's more, he now not only has enough ability to survive in Gotham, but also has enough ability to achieve his goals.

Yes, he should have been. Looking at the man who hadn't changed at all, he didn't think that there would be any fluctuations in his heart. It wasn't until the moment the figure chased after him that he realized how stupid his self-righteousness was.

When he saw the familiar plane flying towards him, for a moment he even wondered what his expression would be if the man found out his identity..........

"It's boring enough"

It was no longer a place he could go back to, and it had never belonged to him. In what capacity to go back? A dead man ....

After lying down for a while, Jason, who had no sleep, sat up from the bed, took off all his coat and went into a meditative state.

Meditation learned from the big caste is a very useful skill for him, although not as good as the monks who have practiced in the big caste for decades, but he can also communicate with low-level magic through meditation, thus speeding up the healing of body wounds, and he can also let himself be precipitated by complicated thoughts, and whenever he can't calm down the complexity of his heart, he will calm his heart through meditation.

From the strange lines on Jason's body, some faint light slowly seeped out, gradually adding some light to the pitch-black space.

The light slowly seeped out of Jason's body at first, and gradually began to wander out, and the mottled spots of light left Jason's body like fireflies and wandered around in the dark space, and finally gradually condensed into two knives in front of Jason.

Jason opened his eyes and looked at the two knives, he remembered that the two blades of the big caste had been interrupted by Talia, but the moment he jumped off the cliff, he "heard" clearly, and a voice told him that it would always be with him.

Jason didn't control the two knives very well, it had taken all his strength to condense them into this form, and the thing had become one with his soul, and he knew very well that he was extracting these two blades from his own soul.

"Huh... Hah..."

I persevered for as long as I could, but I still couldn't condense the two blades, and the current blades were just a pair of phantoms made up of points of light.

The light returned to Jason with each heavy breath, and soon the room was once again pitch black.

The cultivation of the soul is no better than the body, and it is enough to keep doing some fitness exercises every day. Even when cultivating in the big castes, no one has a shortcut that can refine the soul.

A strong body does not necessarily have an equally strong soul, and vice versa. They can coach his martial arts skills and use weight-bearing training to strengthen his muscles, but there's never a way to strengthen his soul.

"Isn't my soul strong enough to refine the blade of the Great Caste?!"

Jason could feel the connection to the Big Caste Blade, but he also knew why he couldn't temper it. Now he needed an opportunity, although he didn't know what it was, and he couldn't get an answer from anyone, to reforge the blade of the Great Caste, which he could already condense perfectly, and that opportunity that I don't know what it would be the most crucial step in reforging the blade. But what exactly is that crucial step?

He had never had any experience in this area to refer to, and he remembered that the weapons of the monks of the great castes were all physical, and there had never been such an example of merging with the soul as he had. Is it because of the rotten water of resurrection?

After stopping to meditate, his skin was covered with sweat, and Jason took a few deep breaths to calm his beating heart. Meditation takes a lot more energy than a fight. The deeper you meditate, the deeper your connection to the magic becomes, but the more physical it consumes.

After a long pause, after the sound of his heart gradually subsided, Jason got up and walked to the bathroom, intending to take a break from the sweat and rest.

Tonight's events are just a small episode, and it doesn't affect much of what he wants to do in the future, it's just a small episode.