The night had passed, and the sun was rising as usual. Rays of light filtered through the partially drawn curtain, casting a gentle glow on Von's face. Slowly, he started to open his eyes, noticing that his vision was a bit blurry, similar to when one had a few tears in their eyes.
He rubbed his eyes, hoping it would clear the blurriness, but it persisted. Massaging his tear ducts didn't help either. Von couldn't understand why his vision had worsened overnight. As a Stage 1 Pagna warrior, impurities in his body should have been removed, and issues like deteriorating eyesight shouldn't occur, unless his eyes were damaged or he had been poisoned.
To his right, the door opened, and he hastily covered his upper body, as he usually slept somewhat bare.
"Von, you need to get up for morning practice; you're a bit late!" one of the other disciples called.
"Alright, already," Von replied. "You could have at least knocked before you came in."
