Ultimately, Ryoshu wasn’t wrong. His future seemed insignificant compared to the main characters or even the villains. They were already more muscular than him, and their strength would continue to increase. It felt as if no matter how hard he tried, he would always be several steps behind them.The main characters effortlessly surpass every challenge with their innate abilities and destined paths. The villains, driven by their dark motivations, grew stronger at an alarming rate. In contrast, Ryoshu had to exert relentless effort to keep up, always striving, constantly pushing himself to the brink in hopes of closing the gap between him and them.Ryoshu was the one who had to constantly put in extra effort, always training and always fighting to keep pace with the others. It was a relentless struggle, a race in which he was perpetually behind, yet he refused to give up.He spent countless hours in the training grounds, pushing his body to its limits, while the others seemed to grow e
"About Charlotte... I am deeply sorry. I realize now that you must have endured an incredible amount of pain during your period of heartbreak. Dealing with those intense emotions must have been a truly challenging and lonely time for you. I can only imagine the toll it took on you, mentally and emotionally. And I also wanted to express my gratitude for your help in that dream we shared just now and for everything else...""Why are you talking so much?"He couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction as he interrupted her mid-sentence. The feeling of finally getting a word in and stopping her lengthy apology gave him a strange sense of triumph. The thought crossed his mind, 'Does this count as a small act of revenge?' It felt like a tiny victory, disrupting her flow as she had often disrupted his thoughts.Esther fell silent, clearly not wanting to discuss the matter any further. She turned to face him, her expression one of unmistakable irritation. Her brows were furrowed, and her e
"Even if the result might not be what I want, sharing and being listened to by someone can make me feel better, right? I wonder when I'll be able to say everything on my mind..." Ryoshu mused to himself as he stood at the edge of the bustling courtyard. He watched as groups chatted warmly with each other, their faces lit up with genuine smiles and laughter, creating a vibrant atmosphere that seemed to pulse with life. Their conversations blended into a harmonious symphony of voices, each contributing to the lively scene.Ryoshu felt a pang of envy in his heart, wishing he could effortlessly join in their conversations, share a laugh, or even feel included. The warmth of their interactions highlighted the cold solitude he felt. His eyes lingered on a group of boys animatedly discussing something, their hands gesturing wildly and their faces glowing excitedly. However, he knew there was nothing more he could do at that moment but observe from a distance.Determined to push aside his
As he gazed down the ancient corridor adorned with a rich, deep red carpet, Ryoshu couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Each step echoed softly as he walked toward room number 15. The room's door had a blank nameplate, an empty canvas waiting for its future occupant's name."I can fill it in later, right?" he mused.Inserting the key into the lock, he was pleased to find that the door opened effortlessly. Inside, the room was sparsely furnished, containing only the bare essentials: a bed, a table, a wardrobe, and a modest bathroom. The bathroom, though unremarkable, was clean and functional, with a toilet and a small sink.Ryoshu approached the bed, curious about its comfort. He sat down, surprised by its softness; the mattress yielded almost immediately, offering a plush welcome. This was a pleasant surprise, far surpassing his expectations. Above the bed, neatly hung, were two sets of uniforms: one short-sleeved for summer and one long-sleeved for winter."Great. Now I ha
But, although Ryoshu can be considered a type of Player, he isn't sure if he possesses the specific Level attribute that defines actual Players. This Level attribute sets Players apart; anyone who possesses it is undoubtedly a Player.People who frequently play games might question what's so significant about Levels. But consider this: Levels are a privilege that can make a person exponentially more potent with each level up. This becomes crucial in the world of Rainfall Disorder, where the game's difficulty is always high. Players need the ability to level up to accelerate their progress, making seemingly impossible boss battles achievable.Ryoshu reflected on this as he continued to look at his reflection in the mirror. 'Yet, I don't have that privilege,' he thought, the realization weighing heavily on him.This was a harsh reality to face. In a world where the concept of a Player doesn't exist, no singular individual is capable of restoring balance. Ryoshu felt the enormity of th
It might seem paradoxical at first glance, but when you think about it more deeply, it actually makes perfect sense. Ryoshu found himself contemplating this as he carefully picked up his mask, an object that had become both a shield and a liability.'But I'm still being hunted, so I have to be extremely cautious with my movements…' he mused silently, the weight of his situation pressing down on him. He knew all too well that his mask, once an anonymity tool, had become a potential beacon for those seeking him. 'Quite a few people already know about my mask. Maybe I should stop using it altogether. If those agents have found any clues about my identity, it will spell disaster for me,' he thought, a cold dread creeping up his spine.Despite his fears, there was a small comfort in knowing that the Spiral Academy was renowned for its impregnable security and strict defensive measures. Remembering this, Ryoshu felt a slight easing of the tension coiled within him.'Although it's true th
"It's all your fault that I suddenly have more work to do, Fumiya!" Ryoshu exclaimed, a mix of frustration and affection in his voice.Fumiya, however, seemed completely unaware of his owner's irritation. The tiny creature continued to nuzzle and circle around Ryoshu, its actions filled with innocent and playful energy that made it impossible to stay mad for long."You're so cute that I can't even stay mad at you..." Ryoshu sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself. He gently petted Fumiya, feeling the soft fur beneath his fingers, and then turned to look out the window.The view outside was serene, starkly contrasting the turmoil inside him. He thought about the morning's events, still fresh in his mind. If it weren't for Fumiya's unique ability to absorb and fuse with weapons, he wouldn't have any powerful technique to challenge Mr. Kenzo, the stern and formidable instructor.Mr. Kenzo was known for his rigorous standards and unyielding demeanor. Many stud
---0w0---In the present moment, Ryoshu found himself meticulously writing in his goal journal, contemplating his objectives for the near future. The light from his desk lamp cast a warm glow on the pages, and the soft sound of his pen scratching against the paper filled the room. He paused momentarily, admiring the bold, eye-catching title that dominated the page.**The Complete Grimoire.**This wasn't just any ordinary skill book. Unlike the common ones that dotted the world, this grimoire was said to contain every bit of knowledge that had ever existed from the dawn of the universe itself. Its vast repository of wisdom and secrets made it one of the most revered Treasures. The thought of such a tome, filled with ancient spells, forgotten lore, and the mysteries of creation, sent a thrill down Ryoshu's spine.In the world of Rainfall Disorder, Treasures are not just items; they are legendary artifacts shrouded in myth and legend, held in awe by the inhabitants of this fantastical r
Charlotte's sigh was heavy with the weight of her disappointment. Her eyes locked onto the paper she held, searching for hidden meaning in the inked numbers. The quiet room seemed to echo with her despondence. Her brows knitted together, and her lips pursed in a faint frown. "I only got 200 points... so I'm ranked 13th," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, each word laced with a palpable sense of frustration and regret. "Katia got 235 points and is ranked 11th."Ever attentive to his friend's emotions, Haruki moved closer, his expression softening with empathy. His blue hair fell into his eyes as he leaned in, a small, comforting smile on his lips. "You both were so close, weren't you?" he said, his tone gentle and encouraging. "If it hadn't been for those demon worshippers at the end, our whole group would have made it into the top 10.Charlotte's gaze shifted from the paper to Haruki, her mind replaying the chaotic events of the competition's final moments. Her brow f
"What on earth is going on?" he muttered, utterly bewildered by the sight before him. The scene was so unexpected that it left him momentarily stunned. Although he lacked the courage to step inside, his curiosity got the better of him, and he cautiously peered in. Just at the entrance of the dormitory, Haruki and Charlotte were deeply engrossed in an unusually intimate conversation, their heads close together, sharing words he couldn't quite hear."They look so close... why does this scene seem so familiar?" he thought, a profound sense of déjà vu washing over him. The familiarity was unsettling. "This is the scene right after that cold, unfeeling guy Midnight—supposed to be a Star student—challenges the academy."Reflecting further, he realized, "Because I've temporarily taken his place, now everything is unfolding as it should... according to the script of the game Rainfall Disorder."As he stood there, lost in his thoughts and trying to piece everything together, a group of other
"See you later... but... next time, please don't pull on someone else's shirt like that..."At that precise moment, it seemed that the petite angelic girl had just realized she was clutching the hem of Ryoshu's shirt. Her eyes widened in sudden awareness, and she quickly let go as if the fabric had burned her fingers. What stood out most in this scene was the incredible proximity of their heads. Their faces were so close that even the slightest movement could have resulted in an undeniably awkward situation, almost as if the air between them had thickened with tension.Ryoshu's mind raced, struggling to process the sudden nearness. The image of a tomato was the only thing he could conjure to describe Luna's face, which had flushed a vibrant, almost luminous shade of red. Her cheeks seemed to glow with embarrassment, and he could practically feel the heat radiating from her skin.This moment was incredibly challenging for someone like Ryoshu, who was acutely sensitive and easily flust
"Instead of paying for tuition right away, I'll invest in the shares of potential guilds with promising futures," he mused aloud, his eyes shimmering with a glint of ambition. Securing financial growth through guild investments excited him; it seemed a wise move in a world where connections and wealth often determined one's success. "And if I gather enough goods, I might even consider starting a small business in the Trading Guild."The thought filled him with a sense of purpose and hope. He could already see the possibilities unfold before him—ventures that would bring wealth and establish his reputation in the bustling city. Money, he understood, was not merely a tool for survival but a powerful key to opening doors to numerous opportunities and connections.In the quieter corners of his mind, the stark reality of his ambitions loomed large. "In the future, the amount of money I'll need is no small sum," he murmured, his tone shifting to one of sober reflection. Supporting the ta
Upon hearing the alarming beep of the error sound, the saleswoman immediately hurried over. Her steps were quick and purposeful, a clear indication of her concern. As she approached, she leaned closer to the counter, her eyes searching for the source of the problem, and asked, "Are you out of money, dear?"The young man, visibly flustered, responded with a slight tremble, "No... please wait a moment. It seems there might be an error." His fingers moved swiftly over the device, trying to troubleshoot the issue with an almost palpable urgency. Sweat began to form on his brow as he frantically tried to resolve the situation.Standing right beside Ryoshu, the saleswoman scrutinized him with a look that betrayed her suspicion. Her eyebrows knitted together, and her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to decipher what was going wrong. Her eyes darted between Ryoshu and the device, seeking any clue that might explain the unexpected error.Ryoshu felt the weight of her gaze bearing do
"Ryoshu... What are you looking at out there?" Charlotte called out to him, her voice tinged with concern after he had been silent for an unusually long time.Startled from his thoughts, Ryoshu turned towards them, his face pale and eyes wide as if he had just seen a ghost. The unsettling expression made both Charlotte and Haruki exchange worried glances.'Could it be... these two?' Ryoshu wondered internally, his mind racing. 'Is it because they know me or because they are actively engaging with me? If that's the case... I need to come up with a plan quickly. These scenes are making me sick!!!'Desperately trying to compose himself, Ryoshu quickly blurted out, "Oh, um... I saw a white cat passing by, but it's nothing special." He cringed inwardly, realizing it was one of the lamest excuses he had ever concocted.Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued but not fully satisfied. "A white cat, you say?""Yeah," Ryoshu stammered, nodding a bit too vigorously. "It just caught my
"Wow, looking over this list again, it's clear just how impressive Amemura is. He scored an incredible 600 points, outpacing Midnight by a substantial margin of 100 points!"Ryoshu'sRyoshu's friend exclaimed, eyes wide with amazement as they reviewed the freshly printed results. The numbers were still crisp on the page, highlighting Amemura's name at the top with a bold score beside it. Ryoshu, however, seemed preoccupied as he fumbled with a newspaper he had just picked up."This... just came out... I didn't have a chance to hear the scores earlier, but... it doesn't," Ryoshu muttered, his voice trailing off as he opened the newspaper. He was soon engrossed, his eyes moving methodically across the columns of text. Despite his initial nonchalance, he found himself compelled to read each word meticulously. A sense of helplessness washed over him as he realized he had no choice but to absorb every detail. The weight of the information bore down on him, making him feel like he was being
"Well, I only got 200 points, so I'm ranked 13th. But Katia got 235 points and is ranked 11th," Charlotte sighed, her eyes scanning the paper in her hand with a mix of disappointment and resignation.Seeing the sadness on his friend's face, Haruki felt a pang of empathy and immediately sought to comfort her. His voice was gentle yet filled with a determination to lift her spirits."Both of you were so close, weren't you? If it hadn't been for those demon worshippers causing trouble at the end, our whole group might have made it into the top 10," he said, trying to inject positivity into the situation.Charlotte nodded slightly, appreciating his effort but still feeling the sting of their narrow miss. "I'm not so sure about that... but we should still celebrate the 2... no, now 3 of us who made it into the top 10! Maybe we could go out for dinner tonight... have a little party or something?"As she spoke, Charlotte absentmindedly twirled a lock of her shiny golden hair around her finge
They walked through it unharmed, and not only that, they managed to carry on a lively conversation, smiling as if they were taking a casual stroll. The air was filled with their laughter and light-hearted banter, starkly contrasting the tense situation at hand. "Do you think we'll be alright?" one of them asked, their voice tinged with curiosity and concern.Ryoshu's mind was racing. He vividly remembered the second scene, every detail etched into his memory, and knew he had to act swiftly. The weight of urgency pressed down on him, his thoughts a chaotic whirl as he considered the implications. "I hope the scene hasn't progressed too far… I need to hurry…" he muttered under his breath, feeling the pressure mount. Without wasting another moment, he took a deep breath and plunged into the invisible curtain that separated him from his goal.The instant he entered, an eerie sensation washed over him. Once responsive and under his control, his body began to betray him. It was as if an u