Doing laundry together

When Xiang Yu was done stripping off his mud-caked clothes, he found that his body was marked with fresh scratches and bruises from his fall down the mountain. Some of the scratches had stopped bleeding and were starting to scab. 

He missed the days when scratches would heal in a matter of seconds. It was a little strange for him to see his skin without the familiar tattoos and scars that usually covered his body. Even the ugly scars on his back were gone. He poured water over himself, watching as the mud and grime washed away, leaving his skin clean but tender.

As he washed his long black hair, he felt the weight of the water pulling it down. He squeezed the water out, feeling the strands slip through his fingers. He put on the clothes meant for military recruits. The fabric was rough and coarse bringing about a nostalgic feeling. It reminded him of the clothes he used to wear in the brothel.