The Author's POV

"Pheeew..."

Sighing in relief, I exited the section B compound.

Donna's request definitely caught me off-guard. I had come there expecting myself to just hand in the exchange form and leave, but it seemed like Donna had other plans for me.

I was so caught off-guard that I didn't have enough time to properly weigh the benefits and the costs of the deal.

*Sigh*

Just remembering what had happened moments before made me sigh. However, thinking more about the deal that I had made with Donna, my mood brightened a little bit.

All in all, the reason I accepted was because at that time, the deal seemed to work in my favor.

...and now that I had more time to think, I couldn't agree more.

After all, Donna was going to be personally coaching me for a while.

Yeah, we would also have coaches training us for the tournament, but they weren't going to train us based on skills, but rather train us for specific games. It just wasn't the same.

...and although Donna didn't practice a sword's art, that didn't matter.

Her mastery over mana and psyon control was on a league of her own.

Sword arts didn't only focus on swords. No. Psyon control was one of the most important factors when practicing any type of art.

Let's take the Keiki style for example. In order for my sword movement to reach such unparalleled speeds, I had to coat my sword with wind psyons.

If I had better psyon control, I would estimate that reaching the Greater realm of master wouldn't take long.

Moreover, because of the fact that we were training mana control, I didn't have to reveal the sword art I was practicing...and it would benefit all of my martial manuals since better psyon control would improve not only the Keiki style but my other arts too.

...taking this factor into consideration, refusing would've been stupid. The deal was just too good to refuse.

Plus, there was another reason as to why I didn't refuse her. Why would I want to antagonize a ranked hero just for a measly tournament? Wasn't worth it.

After all, she only asked for me to pass the tryout, she never said that I had to be a key player. If I managed to become a bench player, I would pretty much get all the benefits with barely any effort.

There was no point in refusing if it'd end up with me having a bad relationship with her, as, after all, she could help me in the future if needs be.

I needed to build connections for the future. If I wanted to make it till the end of the novel, I couldn't just leave bad impressions everywhere I went because of my mindset. I needed to think long-term.

times where I needed to take a loss...well as long as it wasn't

I said that, smiling to myself, I couldn't help but realize how favorable

took

before. I never really needed to be a key player. All that was required of me was to

I couldn't help but

I've won the war...well, we both

over, it was time for me to head back to

and I needed to

to the dorm, recalling something, I typed something on my phone and

I tackled my biggest

...

as the color red enveloped the sky. The sound of

skirmishes appeared everywhere as craters and gashes appeared

"Khhhh..."

and her long black hair gently fell to the

two long black horns on the top of

Matriarch's elegant red gown was now tattered, and the outlines

stood expressionlessly in the center of the wreckage and surveyed the surrounding destruction, as well as the massive crater

atmosphere was so stifling that it made one unable to breathe. Lest needed to be said to

killed a few months prior, the Matriarch found

using her clan resources, the Matriarch found out that the one that was responsible for killing Elijah was

way was her tribe

she went through the reports, she realized that

scenes before his death...and from what she

no idea who was responsible...and in the midst of her looking for the

she somehow

life on the line, having lost a part of her strength, the Matriarch found herself drained for

swollowing the iron-like taste that coated the back of her

have you got

"Angeli-khhh"

-Vuam!

on the ground tried to speak up, however, as soon as the first words came

some of the last remaining strength she had, the Matriarch

like your respect for me has fallen so low that you no longer refer to me by my

full name was

the charm tribe,

her clan. Being referred by her name meant one thing...the

of my injury you tried to seize your