Shadow Slave

The problem was, he just didn't know enough to make a good decision. And even then… was he even qualified to make it?

Sunny had a lot of experience dealing with various situations, possessed a quick wit, and was street smart, as well as having a real talent for killing things and remaining alive.

Without wasting time on false modesty, he could admit that he excelled at many things.

But were the things he excelled at even applicable to training a young girl for the Nightmare Spell? After all, what he wanted to give her were not combat skills or survival tactics… those she was being taught already, in an elite school that someone like him would have never been able to attend.

What he wanted to give her was a mindset that would allow her to survive in the unforgiving hell of the Dream Realm. And mind… mind was a delicate thing.

If he went about it in the wrong way, he could bring more harm than good.

Not to mention that everyone was different, and what worked for him was not guaranteed to work for someone else. Take his own friends, for example… all of them had wildly diverging mindsets, but each had been able to thrive even in a place as dire and harrowing as the Forgotten Shore.

'So… what the hell do I do?!'

Sunny massaged his temples, then sighed.

First… he had to observe more and understand more. Whatever he wanted to decide, it was stupid to try and base that decision on observing Rain for a single day as she went about her classes.

'Maybe I'll get inspired. Or my intuition will give me a hint…'

With that thought, he frowned, finished his tea, and went inside.

***

his house early and used the transit system to reach the district where Rain's school was

went ahead, returned to the cafe he had hidden in the last time, and sent one of his shadows

her figure and silently ordered the shadow

a few weeks, at least. By then, it is going to be clear if my initial

had to stop himself

the hunt for shadow fragments and his training with Effie and Saint were going to suffer. Which was such a shame. Recently, he was starting to feel a

considered the spear to be a rather static weapon, one mostly capable of only straightforward thrusting attacks. And

was why it ruled the battlefield for thousands of years — unlike the sword, a person didn't need endless hours of practice to become

attacks at a wide array of ranges. It was a truly versatile weapon capable of dealing devastating

blade, which could both piece and slash. Not to mention the fact that

the Midnight Shard of the great odachi form of the Soul Serpent.

going to have to reduce the amount of time he trained by a lot. That was not even the main reason why he felt malcontent about the

reason

the young elites attending the prestigious school making life difficult for both themselves and the teachers. Even after having to fall into an endless abyss while eating the

Well, almost.

Not really…

a long and arduous day. That pastry alone made his mood better, simply because of the fact that it didn't come from

venomous, incredibly misguided, and infuriating. Luckily, Rain was also the same

can. Knowledge is a privilege… these classmates of yours are too stupid to value it, but you're

so the competition among the students was fierce. It was just that most saw learning as

priorities were any of

some point, he decided to leave the cafe and take a walk to chase away the