I've really changed…
I didn't notice it immediately—not back in the White Realm when everything was still hazy—but now that both my soul and body had been fully restored, the difference was impossible to ignore.
Running across the academy's central park, the winter wind brushing past my face, I realized something strange: not a single bead of sweat clung to my skin, even though I'd been sprinting at near full speed for almost an hour now.
My legs moved in seamless, fluid strides, each step carrying me farther than it should've.
The force behind my motions felt effortless—like I was gliding rather than running. And yet, the ground cracked beneath me with every powerful push.
It was slightly uncomfortable, if I were being honest.
Not physically—but mentally.
This kind of movement, this kind of body… it wasn't what I remembered.
It felt unfamiliar, like a new car whose steering was too sensitive.
