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Ever since being recognized by the master, the martial artist had been practicing every day for years.
The path of pursuing martial arts is long and harsh, and injuries are inevitable.
As instructed, he plucked a small crimson flower in the forest.
Although his proud battle scars will never fully heal, at least the pain can be alleviated.