The voice was both a reminder of his precarious situation and a challenge he knew he would have to face head-on. It was a voice that belonged to someone who could potentially unravel all his carefully laid plans. He clenched his fists subtly, preparing himself for whatever confrontation awaited him. The stakes were high, and he knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down, not even for a moment.As the seconds ticked by, the tension in the air grew thicker, and Ryoshu steeled himself for the conversation about unfolding. His muscles tensed, ready to act, but his face remained calm and expressionless. He knew that showing any sign of weakness or anxiety could give away more than he intended.Finally, he spotted the source of the voice—a figure stepping out from the shadows, their face partially obscured but unmistakably familiar. His eyes locked onto theirs, and time seemed to stand still momentarily. Ryoshu could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, but he refuse
However, Ryoshu was not one to be easily outdone. The moment he saw an opportunity, he swiftly moved to escape. His quick and calculated actions reflect his determination to avoid further confrontation. Every movement he made was precise, testament his agility and readiness to evade any obstacles.“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave. Goodbye, my lady!” he announced with a hint of finality, already turning on his heel to make his way out. His tone was polite yet firm, indicating that his decision was irrevocable. The slight bow of his head was a courteous gesture, but his eyes were already scanning for the nearest exit.Esther, realizing his intentions, reacted swiftly. Seeing that he was about to make a run for it, she reached out in a desperate attempt to catch him. “Hey, stop right there!” she called out, her voice filled with urgency and a touch of frustration. Her eyes widened with determination as she lunged towards him, hoping to halt his escape.But Ryoshu, with his
"Please show me the secret. Or at least explain the method to me." Her voice wavered with desperation, a plea echoing the turmoil in her heart.At that moment, both their minds were swirling in an unprecedented chaos. Thoughts collided and fragmented within their heads, creating a storm of confusion and uncertainty. The once beautiful garden around them, a place that had always been a sanctuary of peace and beauty, now seemed to wilt and wither. The flowers drooped, their vibrant colors fading as if the garden itself were a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy, absorbing the despair that emanated from the two figures standing amidst it.Ryoshu moved towards her with a deliberate slowness, his steps measured and purposeful. Each step he took seemed to echo the rhythm of her heartbeat, a rhythm that was initially erratic and frantic but grew steadier and more composed with every movement he made. It was as if his presence alone had the power to calm her racing pulse, to bring a sem
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