88 Kandrian Winter Festival

"Huff... This should be enough." Rui wiped sweat from his forehead. He glanced at the firewood in front of him, making a few mental calculations. He had spent the previous day and today assisting with the winter firewood stockpile of the Orphanage. Making several round trips to bring back a large cloth bag of firewood.

"This should be my last round..." Rui estimated. He sat down a for a bit, taking some rest. He had been using Helical Breathing continuously, but the Apprentice-level technique was not limitless, even he had begun to feel exhaustion and fatigue creeping into his muscles and bones.

"It's a shame I don't have any rejuvenation potions..." Rui muttered to himself. "Those things were incredibly convenient." Rui had pretty much abused their use since joining the Academy. Only after having left the Academy had he realized how incredibly useful the rejuvenation potions were.