From home, Muichiro stopped to admire the sunrise and felt inspired. He closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air, enjoying the beauty of nature. At that moment, the world around him seemed especially beautiful.
Such a beautiful picture was in front of him. It is a beautiful sea 3 kilometers from the house.
Without hesitation, he decided to take a walk, but before that, Muichiro carefully examined every room of the house. His gaze swept over the shelves, cupboards, and chests in search of anything that could serve as a weapon. He methodically checked every nook and cranny, hoping to discover something useful for himself.
In one of the rooms, he came across an old chest covered with dust. Muichiro opened it and found an axe with a darkened handle inside. It was a simple but durable tool that could serve him if necessary.
Muichiro carefully picked up the axe, assessing its weight and balance. It wasn't the best weapon, but in the current situation, it might be his only chance to feel confident.
Without hesitation, he went to the sea.
Muichiro walked along the surf line, listening to the soft murmur of the waves. The wind ruffled his hair, and he could feel the fresh sea air filling his lungs. He stopped to watch the waves crashing against the shore, creating small splashes.
Muichiro wondered what had brought him here. He hadn't felt so peaceful in a long time. Maybe it was a need to get away from everything around him, or just a desire to be alone with himself.
He picked up a smooth pebble from the ground and threw it into the water. The pebble glided smoothly across the surface, leaving a light trail behind it. Muichiro smiled as he watched this simple movement.
Suddenly he heard a rustle in the bushes by the shore. His heart stopped beating for a moment, but then he relaxed, realizing that it was just the wind. He continued his walk, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of nature.
In the distance, he noticed a seagull hovering over the waves. Muichiro watched her go, feeling his thoughts become clearer. At such moments, he always felt that life was full of miracles, and that even in the most difficult situations, there was always room for hope.
Muichiro stood on the shore, watching the play of light on the water. At that moment, he noticed something strange: his reflection seemed younger than he felt. Instead of the familiar face he saw every day, he saw himself as he was 3 years ago.
"That can't be true," he muttered, but the reflection didn't change.
Muichiro walked closer to the water, trying to figure out what was going on. He reached out to touch the surface, but the reflection did not disappear.
"What does that mean?" "What is it?" he asked, looking at his reflection.
He stood up and looked around, trying to find at least some sign or clue. But there was only the silence and tranquility of this strange world.
"Maybe this place is really meant to remind me of something," he said aloud, speaking to himself. "Or maybe it's a test.
He took a deep breath and felt his heart fill with determination. He didn't know what lay ahead, but he was ready to face it with an open heart and mind.
"I'm not afraid,— he said, looking up at the vast sky. "I'm ready."
Muichiro quickly decided that he needed to act to figure out what was going on. He decided to make a daily routine that would help him better understand this world and prepare for possible challenges.
After returning home, he decided that he would make a schedule for himself. Training, exploring the island, preparing supplies for an indefinite period.
In the evening, Muichiro created a wooden sword for training. Now, every morning would start with physical exercises, he could practice not only breathing techniques, but also sword skills. This would help him not only to keep fit, but also to develop coordination and the ability to concentrate during a fight.
Every morning, after jogging and climbing trees, Muichiro would take his wooden sword and perform a set of exercises, practicing punches and blocks. This would be another important element of his training, complementing the overall picture of preparation for possible trials.
After dinner, Muichiro felt a surge of strength, but it was already evening. I should have gone home and slept. He had a hard day ahead of him in the morning.
Muichiro was lying in his room, covered with a blanket, and staring at the ceiling. His thoughts flowed smoothly to the comrades who shared the path to becoming stronger with him. He remembered their faces full of determination and courage, their jokes and conversations, which helped him not to forget that he was not alone.
Muichiro thought about each of them. About Gemea, whose self-confidence was sometimes annoying, but always inspiring. About Tanjiro, who, despite all the difficulties, continued to fight for his family and friends. About Shinobu, whose wisdom and calmness gave Muichiro confidence in difficult situations. About Sanemi, whose quick temper was sometimes frightening, but whose dedication was unwavering. And, of course, about Nezuko.