My thoughts—self-centred, spoke to me once again as I washed myself with whatever kind of water was made available, after getting checked on injuries, which there were obviously none.
Cold....
Brrr....
My teeth clattering at the chill as my hands traced the definitions of my muscles, as I washed myself—I believe that strength begins from within the physical body, thus my choice of skills and talents.
And, since the idea of my very first novel that I have yet to complete, I have defined by drawing the kind of physique to build, the kind we all call, THE DREAM BUILD.
But, back on Earth, it was impossible....
Since in my art, the build was extremely defined with nearly no fat, with skin quite literally stuck onto the muscles—yes, it wasn't practical, I knew, but I could dream....
But, now—with mana as a substitution, I can make it possible....
Yet, that was for later, now—
