When a person lives with constant pain, their expression becomes monotone.

If that monotony continues, even the muscles used to smile begin to atrophy. In short, they become someone who can no longer laugh freely. That’s the case with the Sword Demon.

Fortunately, as he calmly shared a brief reflection, his expression—unlike before—seemed slightly more relaxed.

Not because he was pleased with his martial arts achievements.

But because he was pleased with the change in his life. If that's the case, does that mean the Sword Demon has truly grown stronger?

That part—I wouldn’t know either.

I only thought that, since I also entered the martial world late and wasted a considerable amount of time, I couldn’t exactly compare myself to his strange life. This man has taken a long detour. The reason I think of him as the eldest isn’t because of age, but because he moves forward by choosing his own path.