The unpleasant feelings Dante felt slightly worsened as he returned to his dormitory. Sara couldn't keep him in class and simply had to accept that Dante was doing what he wanted. Now, Dante was in the shower, sitting on the floor while water fell on his head. His eyes were somewhat lifeless, and his hair lost its black color; once again, it was red.
"I have to overcome this somehow."
"I can't go on like this..."
"Damn dreams."
He left the shower and got dressed again. He skipped two classes, but there were still two more to attend, so he had to go.
While changing, Dante glimpsed the sheath of his sword hanging over the bed's headboard.
"I need to fix that, but where am I going to find a blacksmith?" was the main problem Dante had now.
His carelessness had turned his first weapon, given to him by Valentina, into nothing more than shattered glass, thousands of pieces due to the enormous destruction caused by Durandal.
