Temperament was forged through cultivation. Cultivating was a process of going against the Heavens.
These words came to Ryu's mind at that moment. They were like a breeze that rolled in from the gentlest of springs. It smelled of nature and spring, but at the same time, it struck like a bolt of lightning.
It was as though it was the first breath he had had after minutes of suffocation, a true gust that filled his lungs and helped him to gasp.
Ryu looked forward with dim eyes, his thoughts circulating and his mind grasping onto something like a drowning man.
It was a simple thought, and yet right now, it meant more to Ryu than anything else in the world.
His thoughts hadn't changed, not at all. It felt like life was truly meaningless, as though they were just a set of souls on a conveyor belt, waiting to be recycled and reused by the universe.
