He originally thought that his life would proceed just as muddled as before, just in a different place.
However, this battle made him realize his own extraordinariness. It was a strange feeling; clearly, he was usually a muddled person, and he felt the same way in battle, yet he felt that fighting wasn't much different from farming.
Wielding a hoe to strike down hard, or swinging a fist to punch hard, not much difference.
But if forced to point out a difference, it was there. Waving the hoe didn't make him feel anything special, but after punching several City Defense Army soldiers to death, he gradually realized he might not be so mediocre.
Am I... really quite powerful?
He felt hope, felt like he was finally going somewhere, felt different from what he had imagined. It was just a situation he had never encountered before.
