My injured arm and half-burnt face from Vajra's lightning were completely healed when I returned.
The blade of Vajra had become sharper, its colour changing from bright silver to grey. The hilt had also transformed, now gripping perfectly in my hand.
Until now, it had been me who moved my body according to Vajra's balance, but now the swings felt lighter and sharper. The sword had shifted its balance to match my body.
About an hour had passed in the present while my consciousness had been pulled into Vajra's memories.
My eyes shifted to my palm as I recalled what Senior had told me before I returned.
"Aruma's gift, huh?" I murmured, gazing at the circular yin-yang mark at the centre of my palm.
