C254 Junior Martial Brother

Upon opening the grand doors of the main hall, an unexpected scent greeted him—not the tense atmosphere of a bow drawn tight, but the delicate aroma of rice porridge. It was the kind of unique fragrance that only comes from porridge simmered over a low flame for hours, as complex in its preparation as brewing a soup. The scent of the porridge mingled with the sharp tang of aged vinegar