Finally, after bathing, and putting on a light, casual dress— I've eaten.
I feel really full.
Jennette isn't wrong. I've grown about five inches taller. My muscles are becoming harder. My mana pathway has expanded, and what else? Oh, that's right. My hair— I didn't cut it for the past one year. I was too focused on the grind. Everything else was just a distraction to me. That's why I went from E rank to C rank in just a year, when it takes the average mercenary about five years. It was hectic, but worth it.
And now, I'm seated on the wooden floorboard of the living room— my back facing against Jennette who's sitting on the soft couch behind me— her fingers working on my hair. I think she's twisting it.
I've never revealed it, but I kind of like this new, long hair of mine. It's Jet-black, flowy, and cascades down to my shoulder.
