Davie grits his teeth, "Y-you…"
The loud ringing of the bell interrupts him, he clicks his tongue and reluctantly walks away.
"Ah! We have magic practice next!" Matt exclaims as he proceeds to stuff his face with food, both Lisa and Alice giggle, and Licht grimaces in disgust.
"What?"
"You have food…everywhere."
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Under the afternoon sun in a wide arena, the students of the hero class stood side by side in a single file, waiting for further instructions. Serece stood off to the side, pacing and muttering to herself as she looked around occasionally.
The students bustled and fidgeted, and soon some occasionally went out of line to talk to friends. Serece paid no mind to it, she seemed even more nervous as every minute passed. Matt glanced at Licht, he hesitated on whether or not he should strike a conversation with Licht. Licht wasn't the friendliest person, but the awkward silence was slowly pushing him…
"Dammit." A not-so-hushed swear came from Serece as she pocketed a calling crystal. 'Looks like she just got dumped,' Matt thought to himself, and the other students sympathized with her as the same thought crossed their minds.
She sighed, "We're just gonna…um" She ran her hand through her bright green hair and sighed in frustration. "You know what? Individual training, all of you. I'll check your progress at the end of class." And she stomped off.
It was quiet for a few seconds before students scattered like birds.
"Licht?" Matt calls out, Licht turns to Matt with his usual dead stare causing shivers to travel down Matt's spine. Matt fidgets under Licht's pressure, he could never get used to Licht's cold, observing eyes.
"I-I was w-wondering if you c-could…maybe give some advice…if you want…I mean…on my fighting style?" He asks nervously, picking at his nails and staring a hole into the ground.
Licht took a look around as he thought to himself. He hadn't planned anything in the first place, well, apart from sleeping. The supervisors outside the arena occasionally came in, so he highly doubted they would let him be. With a sigh, "Sure why not." Licht eventually agrees.
Licht observed Matt with his hands on his chin.
[Appraisal]
Name: Matthew Breton
Title: Merchant's Son; Small noble; Hero Class Student; Student of Aria Academy; 1st Year Student.
Occupation: Mage
Age: 15 years old
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Level: 1
Hp: 200
Mp: 390
[Open for additional info]
Unique Skill: [Mana Manipulation Magic]; [Locked]; [Locked]; [Locked]
Skill: [Water Magic: Beginner]
"Hmm…" Licht hummed to himself. Seeing his additional stats, they were all shit except for his Intelligence and Dexterity. His luck was also on the higher side. 'With all these, he should be able to use that right?' Licht thought to himself.
"You guys are starting to creep me out." Alice pops in, Licht clicks his tongue. "You better find a hole to bury yourself in, 'cause you're really starting to annoy me."
"Aww! I love you too," She replies ever-so cheerfully. Licht grunts as he pulls Matt by his arm, dragging him towards the corner with long-distance weapons. From bows to crossbows, javelins, throwing axes, knives, spears; they had it all the whole enchilada.
Licht searched through the shelves of weapons, though they weren't exactly up to his…standards. "Licht?" Matt calls out in confusion; he had no idea what Licht was planning. Licht picks up one of the shabby bows displayed, "Are you familiar with the bow?" He asks Matt.
"Yeah! One of the very few weapons I'm good with actually." Matt chuckles bashfully, "Though, it can get really expensive when you need to restock on some good arrows."
"You don't need to worry about the arrows," Licht says as he pulls an item from his inventory. It was a bow that was supposed to be a gift for Roslyn as she left for the Academy, but she was more interested in daggers. Leonhard got a double-handed sword.
The bow was constructed from cold ores found in the caves around his home. Its string is made from weaving multiple sinews of the wolf king and drying it; only after that, did he further enhance it with magic stones. The limbs, carved into golden intricate designs that catch the eye on its black body. The handle was wrapped in a sturdy cloth that made it easy on the palm when gripped.
Matt's eyes widened as Lich dropped the bow into his trembling hands, "W-why…W-where…H-h-h-" He could properly form his words from the shock. Many questions were whirling around in his head like 'Where did this bow just come from?' or 'Who made this bow?'; 'How expensive was this?' and 'Why are you giving this to me?'
Tears began to roll down his cheeks; to give something this priceless-
"Thank the gods. I had to get rid of that piece of crap somehow," 'It's not like I can use it anyway' He thought to himself.
"H-huh? Crap?" A confused-looking Matt questions.
"Huh? I said that out loud?"