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Hunger. What was hunger? It had been a week since I had started fasting. The first and the second days were the most painful. After three days, it felt less painful. My organs and my mind slowed down, and my life faded a little. If I were to compare it to a river, its flow weakened and it dried up like it did during a drought.
Was hunger about enduring until the river of pain, thought, and life dried up and disappeared? Was this the kind of training that the Heavenly Demon wanted me to do?
“… No, it isn’t like this,” I muttered quietly. I uncrossed my legs. “Sitting here doing nothing is a waste of time.”
I drew my sword, and, picturing the sword paths of the Demonic Heaven Arts, I blindly guided my sword.
—What are you doing? the Guardian asked.
“I’m exercising."
It was winter, so my breaths were icy. Because I had been drinking melted snow for seven days, my breaths were like snowflakes.
“I was wrong. I was so, so stupid… The hunger that the Heavenly Demon is talking about isn’t just about a lack of food, so fasting in the lotus position is definitely not the answer.”
It had been a week since I last moved, so I was quickly out of breath. My limbs trembled, and my lungs screamed for more air.
“Hunger is about not being able to eat even when you want to."
My sword dance was crude, but it still made me sweat. It was different from the time...
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