[Pinnacle Academy, Male Dorms: Room 4-A]
[Monday, 6:02 AM]
Five days.
I woke up before my alarm with that number already sitting in my head, and I lay there looking at the ceiling for a while doing the arithmetic I'd been avoiding since Kyoto.
Here is the arithmetic.
In five days I will be on an island with a thing at the centre of it that Damon Bennett is going to elevate to B+.
I have never fought a B+ and won on my own. The two Blood Mimics in that dungeon were B+ and I killed them by being underhanded about it, in a fight I was not supposed to be in, against monsters whose skulls I already knew to look inside. That isn't strength. That's a walkthrough.
I have a Special Supreme blade, a stat line that would embarrass a mid-tier mercenary, and a year of deliberately being worse than I am.
haah...
Fine.
I got up, sat on the end of my bed, and opened the shop.
FWANG!
[Balance:]
[PPP: 500 | BP: 18,200 | QP: 2,000]
...
Eighteen thousand two hundred.
