As Kai lies in bed, unable to sleep, he decides to check the notifications he has ignored during the fights.
Opening the notification window, he is bombarded with a flurry of messages:
[You have been poisoned] x15
[Poison effect has been removed] x15
[Proficiency of Poison Resistance skill increases] x12
[Your skill has leveled up] x5
[Poison Resistance is now Level 4]
...
[Poison Resistance is now Level 9]
[You have gained experience points by killing]
[You have gained 40 exp points]
[A large amount of bloodlust is detected]
Kai's eyebrows furrow as he reads through the messages. The sheer number of times he has been poisoned surprises and concerns him.
He thinks about the implications of gaining experience through killing and shakes his head, trying to push those thoughts aside. However, he can't ignore the fact that his Poison Resistance skill has significantly leveled up, which brings a sense of accomplishment.
With a mix of apprehension and satisfaction, Kai closes the notification window and turns his attention to his status window:
[Attribute Window]
Name: Kai
Age: 17
Rank: Novice (Lower)
Level: 1
Experience: 61/150
Strength: 76
Defense: 69
Agility: 62
Intelligence: 19
Endurance: 82
Spirit: 38
Luck: 22
Charisma: 22
Vitality: 118
Spiritual Energy: 226
Unused Stat Points: 0
Skills:
1. Ability Acquisition
2. Spiritual Absorption
3. Spirit Manipulation (Lv4)
4. Pain Tolerance (Lv9)
5. Sword Mastery (Lv5)
6. Poison Resistance (Lv9)
As he studies his progress, Kai feels a mix of pride and determination. It's evidence that his hard work and training are paying off.
Satisfied with his assessment, Kai closes his status window and tries to get some sleep.
After a few minutes of tossing and turning, he finally succumbs to exhaustion and drifts into a deep slumber.
The next morning, Kai wakes up feeling refreshed and greets his friends with a warm smile. "Good morning, everyone!" he says, stretching his arms.
His friends respond with cheerful greetings, and together they begin their morning routine. Knowing that they have a day of rest ahead, they plan to make the most of it.
Leaving the restroom, they excitedly set out to explore the tournament area, eager to discover the various facilities it has to offer.
They wander through the expansive grounds, taking in the sights and experiencing new activities.
Emily's eyes sparkle as they approach the archery range. "I want to do archery. Let's give it a shot!" she exclaims.
One by one, they take turns drawing back the bowstring and aiming at the targets. Laughter fills the air as their arrows miss the mark, sometimes landing far from the intended spot.
"That's it, Sarah! Keep your eye on the target and release smoothly," Emily encourages, giving her friend some pointers.
After their archery adventure, they move on to the indoor arena, where they engage in friendly competitions. They race each other on obstacle courses, test their strength on climbing walls, and even have a go at a friendly game of dodgeball.
Amidst the exhilaration, Jackson's stomach growls loudly, interrupting the laughter. "I'm getting hungry. Anyone here knows how to cook?" he asks, looking around.
Without missing a beat, Alex volunteers, "Yeah, I can cook, but I'll need some helpers. Kai and Emily, you guys want to lend a hand?"
Kai and Emily nod eagerly, joining Alex in the makeshift kitchen.
As Alex assigns tasks and shares cooking tips, the trio works together, creating a delicious feast for their hungry group. The sound of chopping, sizzling, and the aroma of spices fill the air as they prepare a mouthwatering meal.
Finally, after around 45 minutes, they place the delicious food on the tables.
The tantalizing scent wafts through the air, enticing their friends to take their seats.
Conversation flows freely as they savor the flavorful dishes.
Stories are shared, jokes are exchanged, and their bond grows stronger with each passing moment.
Sarah chuckles, wiping away a tear of laughter. "You know, we should start a cooking club. Who knew you guys had such talent?"
Emily grins, a sense of pride swelling within her. "We could call it 'The Culinary Crusaders' or something," she suggests playfully.
As the last bites are consumed and the dishes are washed, the exhaustion from training and the day's activities settles in.
They retreat to their beds, feeling a sense of satisfaction and togetherness.
"Today is amazing, guys," Rachel says, her voice filled with gratitude.
"We train, explore, and share so many laughs. Tomorrow, when we face Phoenix High, we'll be even stronger."
Michael nods, his eyes filled with determination. "Absolutely. Let's show them what we're capable of."
With those words, they bid each other goodnight, their hearts full of unity and purpose. They close their eyes, ready to rest and recharge for the battles that await them tomorrow.