The next morning, Jun didn't rush to the plaza.
He took a slower path.
Down narrower streets.Past cracked sidewalks.Past the bakery piping fresh steam into the cold air.
The city breathed.
And Jun let himself breathe with it.
The tote hung heavier on his shoulder.
Not because of new gear.
But because he was carrying something new inside himself.
He stopped briefly at a secondhand shop.
Not to buy.
Just to look.
Inside, an old pour-over kettle rested among cracked mugs and chipped plates.
It wasn't shinier than his.
Wasn't better.
But Jun studied it the way a craftsman studies wood grain—not searching for perfection,
but listening for fit.
[System Log: Optional Equipment Expansion Opportunity – No Urgency.]
Jun smiled faintly.
No urgency.
The system was learning too.
Growth didn't always mean grabbing the newest thing.
Sometimes it meant standing still long enough to feel when it was time.
He brewed his first plaza cup for himself again.
No customers yet.No expectations.
Steam curled around his fingers as he measured the pour.
Bloomed slowly.
Spiraled inward.
As he watched the drip, he adjusted slightly—
Just a half-second longer on the bloom.
Just a touch higher on the initial pour.
A tiny change.
Invisible to anyone watching.
But it mattered.
[System Buff Activated: Microflow Adjustment – Brew Quality +2%][XP Gained: +8 – Minor Technique Evolution]
He sipped the finished cup.
Faint floral top notes.Richer midbody.
Smoother finish.
Not drastic.
Not shocking.
Just better.
By a breath.
By a heartbeat.
He brewed the next cup for the first customer.
A teenager on a skateboard who barely stopped moving.
Notes tossed on the cloth, mug grabbed with a grin.
Gone before the bloom finished dripping from the filter.
Jun didn't mind.
Some cups moved fast.
Some cups moved slow.
The important part—
was that he brewed all of them with both hands open.
Old roots.
New hands.
Same breath.
[System Reminder: Minor Milestones Shape Major Journeys.]
Jun folded the cloth after the last pour that morning with quiet hands.
Not hurried.
Not heavy.
Just steady.
Ready.
The world wasn't rushing him.
And he wasn't rushing it.
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