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Fein turned to the crowd that had gathered around him, eager to learn more about the limb salvage surgery he had just performed.

"Well, you see, a limb salvage surgery is typically done to save a limb that might otherwise be amputated due to injury or disease," Fein began, his voice carrying through the room. "In this case, the worker had suffered a compound fracture, which means the bone had broken through the skin. It's a very serious injury that requires immediate attention."

The onlookers listened intently as Fein continued to explain his diagnosis and the solution he had come up with.

"I decided to perform a procedure called an external fixator, which involves attaching metal pins and wires to the bone and surrounding tissue to hold everything in place while it heals," Fein said, gesturing to the device that was now attached to the worker's leg. "It's a relatively simple procedure, but it requires a lot of skill and precision to do it properly."

The crowd nodded in agreement, impressed by Fein's knowledge and expertise.

"But what about the pain?" someone asked.

Fein smiled. "Well, we were able to manage the worker's pain with medication during the procedure. And now that it's over, he'll be given more medication to help with the healing process."

Another person spoke up. "How long will it take for him to recover?"

"It depends on the extent of the injury, but it could take several weeks or even months for the bone to fully heal," Fein replied. "But with proper care and rehabilitation, there's a good chance he'll make a full recovery and be able to use his leg again."

The crowd murmured their appreciation and admiration for Fein's skill and knowledge. Fein smiled humbly, happy to have been able to help someone in need.

As the crowd dispersed, Fein turned to the worker and patted him on the shoulder. "You're going to be just fine," he said. "Just take it easy and follow the doctor's orders, and you'll be back on your feet in no time."

The worker nodded gratefully, his face still showing a hint of pain but also relief at having been saved from a potential amputation.

...

The next morning, Fein woke up early as usual and took a quick bath. He then went to the inn's dining area to have breakfast, where he saw Voli sitting alone in a corner, reading a book about constellations. Fein approached him and greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, Voli. What are you reading there?"

"Morning, Fein. Just a book about constellations. I've always been interested in them but never really got to learn much about it."

Fein chuckled. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a lot about constellations. Want me to teach you?"

Voli's eyes lit up. "Really? That would be amazing, Fein. Thank you!"

Fein nodded. "No problem. I'll teach you everything I know after we finish breakfast."

After breakfast, Fein and Voli sat down at a table, and Fein began his lesson on constellations. He pointed to the different stars in the sky, showing Voli how to identify the different constellations and telling him stories about the mythological characters they represented. Voli listened attentively, occasionally interrupting Fein with questions.

As the morning turned to noon, Fein finished his lesson and bid farewell to Voli. He decided to spend the rest of the day continuing his quest of challenging the strongest sword wielders in the Central Plains. He left the inn and headed towards the nearest town.

On his way, he stopped by different shops and asked around for the whereabouts of skilled swordsmen. He even visited some of the dojos in the town and watched some of the students practicing. Fein made mental notes of the techniques he saw, thinking of ways to improve and counter them.

As the sun began to set, Fein realized that he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. He remembered that he passed by a famous ramen shop earlier and decided to check it out. He ordered a bowl of ramen and was surprised at how delicious it was. He asked to speak to the chef and complimented him on his amazing cooking skills.

Fein spent the rest of the evening talking to the chef and his staff, learning more about the ingredients and techniques used in making the ramen. The chef was impressed by Fein's knowledge and passion for food, and he even gave him a few tips on how to improve his own cooking.

...

As Fein gathered information about the strongest sword wielders in the Central Plains, he couldn't help but hear stories about Kurogane, "The Demon Blade." It seemed that Kurogane was one of the most feared swordsmen in the region, with a reputation for being ruthless and unrelenting in battle. Fein was intrigued and decided to seek out Kurogane to challenge him to a duel.

Fein's search eventually led him to a small village on the outskirts of the Central Plains. As he walked through the village, he could sense a palpable tension in the air. The villagers seemed to be on edge, as if they were afraid of something. It wasn't long before Fein learned that Kurogane was in the area and had been causing trouble.

Fein's curiosity was piqued, and he asked around for more information about Kurogane. People whispered tales of his terrifying swordsmanship and the countless warriors he had slain. They spoke of his cursed sword, which was said to have been forged in the depths of hell itself. Fein couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at the thought of facing such a fearsome opponent.

But Fein knew that he couldn't back down from a challenge. He continued his search and eventually found Kurogane in a secluded clearing, honing his sword. Fein watched from a distance as Kurogane moved with incredible speed and precision, his movements almost inhuman. It was clear that he was a master of the sword, and Fein couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and dread.

As Kurogane finished his sword practice and sheathed his blade, Fein stepped forward and introduced himself. Kurogane turned to face him, his expression cold and unfeeling. Fein felt a chill run down his spine as he looked into Kurogane's eyes, which seemed to burn with a fierce intensity. This was a man who had no qualms about killing, and Fein knew that he would have to be careful.

'Hmmm... An S-rank. This Kurogane turned out to be an S-rank...' Fein quietly suppressed his realm to S-rank to match the other party's strength. After all, it was a battle of swordsmanship, not realm.