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.

take a loss...well as long as it wasn't

myself, I couldn't help but realize how favorable

I took a loss, I

mean, as I said before. I never really needed to be a key player. All that

help but lightly chuckle to

won the war...well,

was over, it was time for me

late, and I needed to

something, I typed

was about time I

...

filled the surroundings, as the color red enveloped the sky. The sound of

craters and gashes appeared

"Khhhh..."

an elegant beauty 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

black horns on the top

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

surveyed the surrounding destruction, as well as the massive crater

The atmosphere was so stifling that it made one

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

that was responsible for killing Elijah was Amanda

become helpless as in no way was her tribe able

through the reports, she realized that what was reported

the scenes before his death...and from what she saw, the real killer

responsible...and in the midst of her looking for the real killer, she was suddenly ambushed by her fellow-clansman in hopes of overtaking

a long and arduous fight, she somehow

line, having lost a part of her strength, the Matriarch found

taste that coated the back

got to say

"Angeli-khhh"

-Vuam!

tried to speak up, however,

demon with some of the last

has fallen so low

was was Angelica von

of the charm tribe, a subsidiary

clan. Being referred by her name meant one thing...the demon no longer recognized her

soon as you got wind of my injury