After the initial burst of energy, Mu had to consolidate his foundation! He settled down amongst the grass for the first time in years. In comparison to the energy in his cell, the air around contained hundreds of times more. He would be able to save himself a lot of time!

The hazy figure of an old man appeared behind him, channelling the energy of the world into Mu's body. While consolidating his power, Mu's consciousness was one again cast into the lifestream. He was once again surrounded by masters whom tirelessly practiced their art. Rather than sit idly at the side this time, Mu jumped into combat!

He fought akin to a fencer, bouncing back and forth on his feet while parrying attacks. He was able to riposte and catch his opponent off guard, throwing the soul backwards with a mighty blow. Over the course of the next few hours, Mu faced off against a majority of the souls. While some were far more skilful and managed to break his guard, Mu was gradually tempering himself throughout the numerous battles. Not just in swordplay, but with energy manipulation. He had to fine-tune his energy and release it in small bursts, mixing his miniscule amount of mystic energy into each thrust.

As the battling reached its conclusion, Mu bowed towards the masters present and has his grandfather return him to his body. His eyes slowly opened, noticing how the wisps of energy had coalesced around him. The shroud of energy was denser than before, hugging against his marred skin. He noticed that in his mana pool, a small pond of white energy had begun to form. It seems as though his training had bore fruit.