Heroist
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Waiting for the month to end, time seemed to drag on endlessly for Moriner. During strength training, he felt he was making certain, albeit minor, improvements that only he could notice. Overall, carefully examining himself in the mirror each morning, he concluded that his physique was changing for the better – his stooped shoulders straightened slightly, his thin arms grew stronger, and his pale skin acquired a healthier hue.
During the agility Competitive, his firm desire to avoid another encounter with those accursed insects proved, apparently, even stronger than the curse of bad luck – and once again, the young man experienced a nervous shock from falling into a pit teeming with them. However, he couldn't avoid the shock entirely: during mental resilience training, the student almost immediately fainted from horror and remained unconscious for the entire session.
Moriner didn't understand much from the lecture on enhancers, as he hadn't attended the previous lessons and hadn't bothered to familiarize himself with the relevant materials. "Light, magic..." he muttered to himself. "Like a light mage, or something? No, thank you."
During the agility Competitive, his firm desire to avoid another encounter with those accursed insects proved, apparently, even stronger than the curse of bad luck – and once again, the young man experienced a nervous shock from falling into a pit teeming with them. However, he couldn't avoid the shock entirely: during mental resilience training, the student almost immediately fainted from horror and remained unconscious for the entire session.
Moriner didn't understand much from the lecture on enhancers, as he hadn't attended the previous lessons and hadn't bothered to familiarize himself with the relevant materials. "Light, magic..." he muttered to himself. "Like a light mage, or something? No, thank you."
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