Months
Months ticked by. It wasn't until the fourth month that Ryu's body looked less like a corpse and more like a living being, and not until the sixth that Ryu's conscious finely began to flicker awake. By now, Ryu was eighteen years old and it had been almost four years since his memories awoke.
Ryu's eyes opened with a flash. He found himself laying on a familiar set of golden stairs and could only count himself lucky that he didn't roll backward in his sleep. What a joke that would have been… For him to survive the chase of a Connecting Heaven Realm expert, but die only because he rolled too far.
The first thing Ryu did was check his body. He found that his wounds had still not fully healed, even after half a year, something he had to admit greatly frightened him. It definitely wasn't as bad as it once was, but Ryu knew that if he were to fight now, he would still only have twenty percent of his prowess at most.