The young lion blinked once before speaking with his usual blunt candour.
"Father, you might want to know this. Lola came to visit you about six hours ago. She watched you train in silence for a while, then went back to her own practice."
Noah’s lips curved into a quiet smile. So that was her game. The succubus had concealed herself well, slipping past his senses despite his heightened awareness. Her mastery of concealment lived up to its reputation at the archmage level. That she had chosen to observe instead of interrupt said something about her respect, or perhaps her mischief. Either way, he found the gesture amusing.
She had done the same thing he did. Not interrupting the other person whilst training.
With his core skills raised in unison, Noah turned his thoughts toward the discipline that lagged behind. Swordsmanship rested at Level 12, a full step lower than the others. He could not allow an imbalance like that to persist. His swordsmanship skill was an incredibly important skill. It allowed him to increase both his strength and agility attributes, which was really good.
He rose to his feet and walked toward the idle room, his mind already set. The interface shimmered to life as he keyed in the parameters. Four hours of concentrated swordsmanship training.
The cost was four hundred thousand dollars.
A steep price, but one he considered well worth paying. Balanced development mattered more than money; he had plenty of money now anyway, so money wasn’t an issue.
Once the program was locked into place, the automated system claimed the task. Noah no longer needed to guide each motion himself; the idle room would imprint the training directly, hammering efficiency into every swing, every stance, every shift of his footwork.
Relieved of that burden, Noah stepped back. His body remained weary but steady, honed by a full day of training. Now he could relax. As
the idle room worked for him in the background, Noah had returned back to his resort. He wanted to sleep after a full day’s worth of training.
While Noah was training his various skills, Ichigo had been transported to the main hospital for proper medical treatment. During the ambulance ride, he remembered the black bag Noah had left for him and decided to sample the bread his friend had provided.
Ichigo unwrapped the golden loaf with his functioning hand and took a cautious bite.
"Oh my—" His eyes widened in shock. "This is... this is BREAD? This tastes like it was baked in love, as they say; whatever tastes good, must have love as its ingredient."
He devoured another bite with exaggerated enthusiasm, making sounds that would have embarrassed him under normal circumstances.
"Mmmmph! How is this possible? It’s like my taste buds are having a first time experience!" Ichigo declared to the bemused paramedic. "I’ve eaten bread before, but this... this is ART!"
The paramedic watched with concern as Ichigo consumed the entire loaf with appreciation, worried that pain medication might be causing unusual behavior.
It would be a lie if the paramedic did not think about that loaf and its taste. Unfortunately, he was ubale to aks him about it.
As Ichigo finished the bread, he noticed a pleasant warmth spreading through his body. His injured arm seemed to throb less painfully, and his overall discomfort diminished noticeably. Official source is n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"Must be the endorphins from eating something so delicious," Ichigo reasoned, attributing the improvementhe felt to simple pleasure rather than magical properties.
Who in their right mind would think that the bread they just ate healed people instantaneously.
At the hospital, the medical team immediately began comprehensive examinations to assess the full extent of his injuries. Dr. Yumi, the orthopedic specialist, conducted X-rays and physical assessments without leaving anything. Of course, Ichigo would have to ummm
After reviewing the imaging results, Dr. Yumi emerged from the examination room with a puzzled expression and approached the transport medics.
"I need to clarify something about this patient’s condition," Dr. Yumi said, consulting his clipboard. "Your report indicates a complete fracture of the radius with potential nerve damage and extensive soft tissue trauma."
The lead paramedic nodded confidently. "That’s correct, Doctor. We witnessed the injury occur during the tournament. The bone break was clearly audible, and the patient showed all signs of severe trauma. He had also lost consciousness for a few minutes."
Dr. Yumi’s frown deepened. "That’s impossible. The X-rays show only minor fractures that appear to be healing remarkably well. The soft tissue inflammation is minimal, and there’s no evidence of the severe damage described in your report."
The paramedics exchanged shocked glances, their professional assessment shaken.
"There’s no way," the lead medic protested. "We documented everything carefully. The arm was clearly broken, and the patient was unconscious from pain and trauma."
"I’ve been doing this for fifteen years," added his partner. "I know a compound fracture when I see one. That arm was destroyed."
Dr. Yumi reviewed the medical transport documentation again, comparing it against his examination findings. "Either your initial assessment was completely incorrect, or this patient has experienced the most remarkable spontaneous healing I’ve ever encountered."
Later, Dr. Yumi sat down with Ichigo to explain the confusing situation.
"Young man, I have some surprising news about your injuries," the doctor began carefully. "The damage appears far less severe than initially reported. You have minor fractures that should heal completely within a few months with proper care."
Ichigo’s mouth fell open in genuine shock. "But... but my arm was broken! I heard it snap! I passed out from the pain!"
"According to the X-rays, you’ll make a full recovery with minimal rehabilitation required," Dr. Yumi continued. "It’s truly remarkable. I’ve never seen anything like it in my career."
Ichigo stared at his bandaged arm in complete bewilderment, unable to comprehend how such severe injuries could have improved so dramatically. The possibility that Noah’s bread had played any role in his recovery never crossed his mind—after all, it was just bread, albeit the most delicious bread he’d ever experienced.