Kairos stepped out of Melvin's room, and just as he had expected, the golden bulbs of the hallway ceiling were already aglow. Darkness had crept over the academy grounds, and curfew time loomed closely behind.
'Man... the others must be worried,' Kairos thought, quickening his pace. A hint of guilt nipped at him for not practicing even a single Feral Art technique that day, but deep down, he knew his time had been well spent. Meeting Melvin had turned out better than anticipated—and getting his core weapon crafted for free? That was something he couldn't overlook.
As his boots tapped swiftly against the polished hallway floor, a soft chime echoed in his mind. A system notification blinked into view.
[Why do you care about getting stronger?]
Kairos blinked in surprise, halting his steps for a second. That question... it came out of nowhere.
