Another technique to occupy Yujin's days with

I was almost ecstatic from the fact that more of my memories seemed to return, and each time, they were clearer than the last. However, the amount of questions and impressions they brought was staggering.

The incredible treasures I used! The sheer power of my attack, and the strange creatures it was used against.

The scale and speed of the resulting destruction—it was so massive that I struggled to comprehend it. I couldn't feel more than some sadness about it, either—just like I didn't feel anything else back then. My past self didn't regret its decisions.

And the most important thing in my situation—was it really a coincidence that my son's name meant "divine dragon"? As in THE Divine Purple Dragon?

I was still dazzled by all these revelations when I prepared for the day and walked out of my tent.