*Astral Mystic Institute– class 1–A.*
Sitting on my usual seat behind the class, I tried to focus on what the sorcery and spellcasting Instructor was saying. The keyword being 'tried'.
And it wasn't only because the class was boring– which it was by the way. But also because my mind was somewhere more important. I was going to breakthrough to the Eta rank today.
We returned to the institute around 8pm yesterday. A supposed three hours shopping had taken eight hours. Not that I was complaining, since I also got to drive myself to poverty.
Anyway, the moment we returned, we were already being awaited by instructor Black in the mission hall. As he led us to give our detailed reports– which was more of a drag than anything else. One thing led to another, and suddenly, everyone from the first year to the third, now knew we got ambushed by heretics and still managed to make it out alive.
