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.

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

myself, I couldn't help

it looked like I took a loss, I

never really needed to be a key player. All that was required

couldn't help but lightly

may have won the battle, but I've won the war...well, we both

now that that was over, it was time for me

and I needed

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

time I

...

sky. The sound of falling debris

as craters and gashes appeared on

"Khhhh..."

got to her feet. Her skin was white as jade, and her long black hair gently fell to the side of her face. She looked absolutely stunning...however, there was something different

had two long black horns on the top of

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

center of the wreckage and surveyed the surrounding destruction, as well as the

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

prior, the Matriarch

was responsible for killing Elijah was Amanda

was her tribe able to contend nor

the reports, she realized that what was

the scenes before his death...and from what she saw, the real killer wasn't Amanda...no. It was

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

she somehow

Matriarch found herself drained for energy. However, despite her current predicament, she

iron-like taste that coated the back of her

got to say for

"Angeli-khhh"

-Vuam!

soon as the Matriarch spoke, one of the demons kneeling on the ground tried to speak up, however, as soon as the first words came out from his mouth, an overbearing pressure

with some of the last remaining strength she had,

has fallen so low that you no longer refer

Matriarch's full name was was Angelica von

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

wind of my injury you tried to