A Will Sovereign Chapter 38: Chapter 38— Letter back home.

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------- The next day came quietly. Unlike previous times when he had slept in the cauldron or outside under the stars, Soldret woke up inside a simple bamboo house not far from Radahn's residence. This time, his body felt truly rested. The natural essence that the bamboo itself exuded had worked wonders during the night. As a practitioner who had just stepped into the Body Forging realm, he healed at a speed that still surprised him. All the bruises, strains, and exhaustion from yesterday's intense fight with Radahn had vanished almost as if they had never existed. He sat up slowly, flexing his fingers and rolling his shoulders. A small, satisfied smile crept onto his face. "Finally… I don't feel like a broken doll anymore.". Soldret thought to himself. He changed into the clothes he had brought from Astravale — simple but durable traveling attire. He still didn't have any proper Martial Peak uniforms, but for now, these would do. After a quick wash of his face with cold water from a nearby basin, he stepped outside. The morning air was crisp and refreshing. Without wasting time, Soldret began his daily routine. He ran up and down the mountain paths, pushing himself hard but not recklessly. Each stride felt lighter than the day before. The weighted training had reshaped not just his muscles, but his very understanding of movement. What once felt like torture now felt… natural. By the time he returned to the courtyard, the sun had fully risen. He was covered in a light layer of sweat, but his breathing remained steady. Bam was already waiting with trays of food, the delicious aroma making Soldret's stomach rumble loudly. "You're back already," Bam said with a surprised grin as he set the trays down. "I was expecting you to take longer, but it seems this is normal for you now. It's even more surprising that you're still in the first step of the Martial Pathway while achieving such feats already… Soldret." "Not really that hard once you get used to it," Soldret replied, wiping sweat from his face with a small towel. He sat down and began eating with enthusiasm. The rich flavors exploded in his mouth — savory meats, fresh vegetables, and perfectly seasoned rice. After weeks of surviving on whatever he could hunt on the mountain, Bam's cooking tasted like heaven. They chatted casually as Soldret ate. Eventually, he leaned forward with a slightly embarrassed expression. "Hey, Bam…" "What is it?" "Well… it's been quite some time since I arrived here, and I'm curious about something." Soldret lowered his voice. "How do I send a letter back home?" Bam was stunned for a second, then looked genuinely surprised. "You haven't sent a single letter to your family since you got here?" Soldret shook his head, feeling a pang of guilt. Medici, who had been quietly nearby the whole time, suddenly spoke in disbelief. "I thought you were the filial type, seeing how earnest you've been with your training… but to think you were the type to focus more on training than family. I'm really disappointed, S.O.L.D.R.E.T." Soldret felt misunderstood. "I know… and it's not like I didn't try. I just don't know how. I can't easily leave Martial Peak, and I have no idea where my Astra-bike is. That's why I'm asking." Bam and Medici stared at him for a while before sighing in unison. "Well… I guess that makes sense," Medici said. She held out her hand. "Where is it? I'll show you how." Soldret reached into his pocket and handed her a thick black envelope. It looked more like a small diary than a simple letter. Medici raised an eyebrow. "How many 'letters' are in this?" Soldret shrugged. "Just enough to tell them how I've been and ask about the family's welfare. Not that much, really…" "Yeah, right," Medici said sarcastically. She whistled softly. A few moments later, a small messenger bird landed gracefully on her shoulder. Its beak opened disproportionately wide compared to its tiny body. Medici whispered something into its ear, then turned to Soldret. "Who are