His gaze penetrated deeply, towards the area where the waterfall continuously bombarded. Amidst the spraying water, a black silhouette faintly appeared. The silhouette was seen sitting cross-legged on a huge bluestone, remaining motionless.
Enduring the relentless battering of the water flow like a solid rock.
"Waterfall training? An ascetic?"
Mumbled Casio. There once existed a school in the Secret Martial Arts World that advocated ascetic practices, surviving in all kinds of harsh environments, forcing the physical body to reach a state of spiritual refinement. This method is said to have a long history, with such groups of secret martial artists existing a long time ago. However, with the passage of time, the number of such rugged ascetics near the present day gradually dwindled.
"Huh?"
Just when he was thinking, the silhouette in the waterfall moved.
Roaring...
