Faint cracking sounds would occasionally circle through Noire's meridians, such was the sign of their healing progress. The more meridians he could fix the more he could compare his body with the provided diagram, this was bound to be an arduous task.
'It seems that I won't be clearing the labyrinth anytime soon... Perhaps I would need to revisit the island in the future,' Noire thought to himself. If the old man said it was impossible to clear with Noire's current achievements, Noire wasn't going to doubt his judgment anymore.
With every long, deep breath, Noire would trace the flow of Qi through the lungs, towards the bloodstream, into his organs, and through the meridians. Occasionally, the splatter of water against his bare skin would submerge his body into the healing properties of the medical efficiency, allowing his wounds to gradually heal from the surface.
