⚔️Serberia

The tournament held by Gungnir, pitting the students against each other, gave Ryohei some food for thought. He didn't regret attending the competition, even though he had to endure blows, fireballs, and arrows. He considered his participation quite successful, and although he didn't win, it awakened dormant feelings within him. Healing wounds is certainly good, but inflicting them himself... there's a certain charm to it, and those who witnessed his victories could notice how a bloodthirsty smile would sometimes flicker across his face afterward. However, there was also something to ponder. His tactics were too straightforward, lacking flexibility, and he himself lacked the necessary skill. While he was at a clear disadvantage against the archer Veserod, he couldn't justify his defeats against Daniel and Anselm. He could swing his katana as much as he wanted, but perhaps he should acquire some new tricks for his arsenal. The following week brought no particular surprises; Ryohei returned to his usual routine. But these dreams... the landscapes of Yamato continued to haunt him, pushing him to think about returning home. However, his savings were meager, so for the time being, it remained just an obsessive idea. Gungnir's words about his plans for his students, however, instilled some hope – it was clear that staying indefinitely in Baldur wouldn't allow the young man to earn much, but perhaps something truly lucrative would come along. Or maybe the baron would even find a reason to send them to Mirai? Unlikely, of course, but you never know. With these thoughts, Ryohei went to visit Eisen at the clinic. I'll save a thousand experience points to later invest in the art of stealth.