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