Which finds him now meticulously cooking the boar meat. As he waited for the meat to be cooked, he looked at the spirit bead of the boar he killed, it was brownish red in colour, the size of a double a normal bead. The boy was able to feel a quiet warmth as he held it in his palm, along with a distinct tingle that he couldn't place from where was coming. Putting away the bead for now, the boy took the cooked meat and centred himself for devouring it. A few hours later, the boy rose from his meditating position, small strands of steam wafting up could barely be seen from his body. The boy who was 5ft 8in in height punched with his fists to check his condition, a soft wind shaft formed outward from where he punched causing the boy to give a small smile. Next he went through the various battle stands, techniques and movements that he learned throughout his lifetime. Finding himself already at the peak of how he once was at such a young age, the boy was pleasantly surprised. Seeing the surroundings get darker as the sun began to set, the boy decided to get back home since he have been camping in the forest for a week now.