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.

a loss...well as

help but realize how favorable the situation was for

I took a loss,

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

couldn't help but lightly chuckle to

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

time for me

was already late, and I

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

time I tackled

...

red enveloped the sky. The sound of

and gashes appeared on the empty

"Khhhh..."

feet. Her skin was white as jade, and her long black hair gently fell to the side

two long black horns

now tattered, and the outlines of her

expressionlessly in the center of the wreckage and surveyed the surrounding

stifling that it made one unable to breathe. Lest needed to be said to the demons kneeling

killed a few months prior, the Matriarch found herself in a state of

out that the one that was

become helpless as in no way was her tribe able to contend nor even

as she went through the reports, she realized that what was reported

the scenes before his death...and

she had no idea who was responsible...and in the midst of her looking for the real killer, she was suddenly ambushed by her fellow-clansman in hopes of overtaking her

she

with her life on the line, having lost a part of her strength, the Matriarch found herself drained for energy. However, despite her current predicament, she couldn't show it

the iron-like taste that coated the back of her

got

"Angeli-khhh"

-Vuam!

to speak up, however, as soon as the

demon with some of the last remaining strength

fallen so low that you no longer refer to me by my

was was

head of the charm tribe, a subsidiary of the

for her current outburst was because she was currently the Matriarch of her clan. Being referred by her name meant one thing...the demon no longer recognized

as you got wind of my injury you tried to seize your opportunity, how