Windows to the Soul
T
o feel old again.
It was an odd sensation that the Sword Saint would frankly have preferred to do without. When the system came, he had been reinvigorated, and as time progressed, he’d only ever felt himself grow stronger. Outside of the backlash from his Transcendence, that is, but those circumstances had been far different. Now, to regress like this… He did not like the feeling at all. It reminded him too much of before the system.
He remembered the very first time he had difficulty standing up from a chair by himself. When his grandson had to support him as he walked up some stairs. When he was convinced to finally use a cane. He remembered feeling tired more. Feeling weak. Becoming unable to lift or really do anything. Becoming unable to lift his practice swor
