„…Wake up…, Wake Up, WAKE UP YOU FILTHY PEASANT!" Kira heard someone screaming at her.

She opened her eyes groggily.

„What do you want, are you a rooster, why are you waking me like this?" the rudely awakened Kira stared coldly at the irritated young woman.

„If I am a rooster, then you are a disgusting swine." the angry girl retorted. "I am Kresa, second daughter of Lord Shira from the Southern Dragon Valley." She said with pride.

"Is that supposed to tell me anything?" Kira inquired unimpressed.

Kira could see an array of various emotions on Kresa's face—predominantly anger and disgust with a hint of hurt pride.

Kira smiled at her reaction. Which only infuriated the noble girl more.

"I want you gone, I refuse to share rooms with a peasant" Kresa spat.

"Too bad for you that your precious noble titles have no worth here, so nobody, especially me, cares what you want," Kira said dismissively as she got up from bed. Leaving the fuming Kresa behind her as she opened the door and stepped out of their quarter.

Kira stopped for a moment taking in the sight. Seeing the quarter area for the first time in the light of day. Countless living quarters stretched out around her. In the distance, she saw the beautiful Library. The nine mountains stretched to the sky, clad in clouds, behind the Library. It was still early, and not many disciples were out. The air was fresh and filled Kira with energy.

Kira started walking along the plastered road passing quarter after quarter. Heading for the River.

After half an hour she arrived at the river bank. She marvelled at the sight of the River. It looked like a painting, flowing from horizon to horizon with crystal clear water. She could see every stone on the ground and every fish. The vegetation along the river was growing thick and healthy.

Kira walked minutes along the river until she found a secluded little place. Hidden from prying eyes. And a little bay where there was no current.

She stripped her rough rags, which she called clothes. Now she was standing there completely naked. She traced some of the scars she got when she was beaten by the other orphans or by the adults who caught her stealing food.

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She shivered a little, her malnourished complexion not being able to warm her properly. Despite her malnourishment, she grew quite tall for her age being 172cm at nearly 16 years of age. She looked down at her barely noticeable breast. She never liked her body she was tall and slender with no breasts or bosom like other women. She always felt jealous when she compared her body to other girls.

'Why can't I be as beautiful as them?' a wave of melancholy washed over her. Strangely, Mizu came to her mind with her perfect skin, hypnotic curves and large breasts.

'Heavens why is she so beautiful?' she dreamed the insecurity of her own body forgotten. Only the memory of Mizu's perfect body remained in her head.

She smiled. A strange sensation pulled her out of the memory. The warm feeling in her stomach was cooled down seconds later by a gush of wind that dishevelled her, already messy ebony hair, more.

Kira picked her old rags from the sandy ground and folded them as nicely as possible. She held them like they were a precious treasure.

She stared at them as she walked towards the water the cold sand between her toes sending shivers up her spine. These rags were the only thing she could call her own for as long as she could remember. How often they dried her tears and blood, She couldn't remember.

'Why am I sentimental about some stupid old clothes? They represent my old life, Kira the Orphan, Kira the nothing.' A single tear quelled from the emerald that was her eye.

"Today Kira the Orphan dies." She said, whipping away the tear, a last time with her old friend. She threw the rags into the river far enough for the current to rip them out of her sight.

"Today Kira the cultivator rises" She stood there naked, newly born.

Kira walked into the icy water of the river ignoring her body's reflex to get away from the drowning cold. She let herself fall immersing her entire body.

There it was again, this feeling, this foreign energy washing over her body. After cleaning herself she returned ashore.

She picked up her little bag and withdrew the sect robes. Marvelling at the fine but simple clothes. She threw on these new clothes, the clothes of a cultivator. The Quality of those robes is so great the fabric is wasted on such a simple design. Many young noblewomen would certainly go crazy if they saw that waste. Kira chuckled.

She looked at her reflection in the water, the simple white clothes fitting her loosely. There was room to grow into them. A simple blue belt was rounding up that new look of an outer disciple.

She gave herself a little twirl basking in the finest clothes she had ever worn.

Kira stared at her reflection „This is your only chance to achieve something, to escape a mundane life."

"I Will kill you if you fuck it up, " she said to her distorted reflection.

She got the Thunder Storm Tempering method from her bag and began reading it. The technique explained the concept of body tempering.