Time passed without him noticing, and he fully devoted himself to refining his body and skills.
He did not count the hours. The sun moved across the plain and told him enough.
Rest and experimentation came in cycles.
At the same time, he trained Parashift to switch between modes faster through constant use, until it became semi usable in real combat.
By late afternoon, most modes were sitting just above five seconds.
He stopped and stood in the middle of the plain, arms at his sides.
'The only way past this mark is for my parashift skill to level up.'
He checked his status and sat down on a flat rock near the hill, watching the city lights begin to flicker in the distance.
Peace and quiet.
That was what he felt right now. If not for his goal to revive her daughter, he would have preferred to live like this.
While he watched the sunset, his thoughts drifted.
He imagined a small wooden house nestled on a distant mountain, surrounded by whispering trees.
